Out of the glaring desert sun
To shades where cooling waters run.
Out of the din of woe and wrong
Into choral waves of song
Out of the dwelling, worn and old,
Into the city of pearl and gold.
Where now, O Death, where is thy sting?
Thou art the summons to the King.
O Grave, where is thy victory?
Thou art the gateway to the free!
[TO A. H. B.]
A "COMMENCEMENT" GREETING
With Portraits of Eminent Authors
Dear Hallam, with this trifling gift
Best wishes now I send thee;
Through all thy future life may joy
And grace and peace attend thee.
May this the bright beginning be
Of days love-crowned and royal;
May griefs and faults and foes be few,
Friends manifold and loyal.