REVOLUTION.
Ah! wondrous happy rounding universe
Where suns and moons alike as tears e’er mould
Themselves to beauteous circles! He that rolled
The planets, curved their paths; though seas immerse
Both shattered ship and shell, naught shall escape
Th’ inevitable wheel that must restore
The seeming lost. The potent buried lore
Of saint and sage revives to melt and shape
Our thoughts to comeliness, and souls that leave
Earth’s shores float back as craft that cruising sails;
Each blessed gift that hourly from us flies,
God will rain down albeit in other guise;—
And e’en the very dew-drop noon exhales
May find again the self-same rose at eve.
Mary W. Gale.