BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 180, 25 April 1908, Page 12

BOOKS AND AUTHORS.

' • VERSES NEW AND OLD. STANZAS FOE MUSIC, vi Thoutart mine, thou hast given thy word,' Close,■ close:in thou art clinging; .. Aloiio for myear thou art singing. ... A sonr which no strafiger has .heard:- ■ i; . '.But'afar from m<y yet, like a bird, '- -Thy: soul, in some' region unstirred, ■■■■■..". .On its-mystical oirouit is winging. i .'-v Tliofi are mine, I hive/made tliee mine own; : w,> Henceforth we are mingled -for ever. j - But m vain, all in vain, ,I : endeavour, — t;*.:■■■■;-ThO' rOilhd thee my garlands We thrown, ■: . And thou yieldost thy lips and thy ,zone,— To,-mastel: .the spell that alono 'My hold onthy bfcihg (Sin sever. , . ''/ "Tkoli-att mine, thou hast,come unto me! .... ~ - : ■ But, thy soul, when I. strive near it—. ; "r: . ■Tho innermost fold of my spirit >»:>•' ■' Is as far from my grasp, is as free, ~ 't.'m • As Ihb .stars from the .mountain-tops be, jV-i : - ; As the pearl in the .depths of the.sea, : r.'VAr. ' r sFroirt, tkb'portionless,-King.,that would :wear ' v •.. : Edmund Clarence Stedman. ; THE ItETTJEN OF THE MA.GDALEN. Babylon is beautiful andißabylon is fairi [And I have drunk the poison of the red wine flowing there; '.s:- J wear the scarlet gariients and I wear the scarlet sin— - iWUI mother seo the scarlet of my bleeding heart within F , Ohi if I knock to-morrow (/ or if I knock to-day, i , ; .What shall tho echoes answer me who como the i weary way' ; v: Babylon was wonderful me with its i' ; -'-v,l.iK : gleatn, '• r ";-- ■/ - v , /Jn Ml tho goldon glbry flf a wayward girlhobd ( dream; , < ' Was like the morning and the gilded , • streets were fine, [And many praised my. nonehalance, and many / p6urea tho wine— . : ; 1 IBnt I have worn the gannents-of the glitter 1 all m vainf st*e, oh( the little home again, tho little homo v j , again! ' 1V( ( • Babylon vras magical, for tempting of the feet, (When:l-.who. as the roses-went, bo simple -and i - , so Sweet 1 i - - 18 , burning and my -sonl is in the i flame— i , ' 1 ■■■.■-. :v..: Oh, give me back the roses of the childhood 11 my good name, ■ ■•'And;give, me back ■ the roses ofvtho childhood / ' that is dead ; ■ ,- For these, the tinsel roses, that havfi pricked | me till I bled. / , .: 'Babylon was marvellous, but how I flea its i • llWitli all the walling way a %'nd of echo calling hato! a % Ijiind I am-at the little door, and lam fain to 1 knock, 'i ;!And I am fain to be her-child who reared mo ,' trith hdr flock' . H)hi mother,-mother, hear my cry! I'm fearful to come m, , ffor- scarlet of the cloak I wear and scarlet of ■:i>*l"Babylon has ruined her—'twas not her fault; 'A;''■-"-V. : "sV r.-'i'•: knoTf, v.v r' v.;/; , ': : i-'^'V ; .ilVt r 'fflbth'er,'by;the":.hnmbl6 lieart.'made I 'moan.in. r Accents loivj ' : -i ■i:-f The , wino ' upon ' her.. 'lips ' Vas' ;falso; the , tempters bore her on ' ••-•-i.-®# taste the gilded ecstasy; to drink .the devil's i ' dawn. ~ - •■'Oh, I have : \raited long for her, afiVU shall lot her m ' ::y->'i.r, . , : iWith all, her -scarlet garments' on and all her , scarlet sm 1 " ,; ' 0 Babylon*,dead,Babylon, the wanderer at the 1 door v." Grew in rthat moment:beautiful as she had \ ' been before! u t i ■ The sin ; has fallen from 1 her-like a shadow in the, light, ; s , ( i-fi ,: A hand, jof , -love -is • round. her and: her scarlet rolie is white— ' , ' c-f..v''« , -'v:-,r«r:?l»Bihas'.kpjjcked and entered, and-avlHtlo-child at rest ■- i : ■ Is,dreaming bftclc her ohildhood on a swoct eld mother breast! , \ ! , —Folger U'ltihsfcy, ' - THE PINE i ' . i Let .others have. tho rniiple trees, -, i -With all their-garnered- Bweets.'':'-.: " . - . Let others ohoos?, the mysteries - - i Of leafy oak retreats. f I'll give to other men the fruit , Of cherry and the vine , • Their claims.to all I'll not dispute . . .-. •If I can have the pine. ■ / ■ - i/ ' 1 Ho Persiali rug for priceless fee ■ v v . Was e'er so richly made < , i.As that tho pine hath spread for meiTo woo mo to l its shade' /,...; ;■ No kindly friend Ijath over kept-• T ( More faith'rub ugil by , K ~- A tired -comraflo as ,ho-slept- -i-:. Beneath his watchful eye. • ' ; But best of.all I.love it for ' Its soft, eternal green, , ■ • Through all the -winter winds '.that- roar 1 '■■■■' i , i It ever bloomg -sertae,• : : . , • And souls oppressed- by, fears, ' Bv multiform, , : . To turn qmid thp stress of 'tears;. 1■ — ; --. v- ; - A. smihng 'tace-to-storm.', N-, , . —John Kendrick, Bangs, in "Scribner's Magazine" v ; >■■ ■, : .• t - ■' .. ...I- T" .. .