Swift meteors flame across the north,

The golden planets wheel and sink, Soon steps thy trumpet-angel forth

From Heaven's eternal brink; Then peace illumes these warlike ways, Christ's joyful chiliad has its birth, A round of Eden's perfect days, Thy kingdom comes upon the earth!

My eyes are dim, my hands are weak, My soul is scarred with sin,

But day and night thy Word I seek,
That I a crown may win.
Cleanse thou and make my spirit pure
As are the spirits of thy saints;
Like them in bliss would I endure
When earthly body faints.
Far up on Heaven's resplendent height
I hear the circling cherubs sing,
As downward to this world of night
The New Jerusalem they bring!
ARTHUR PETERSON

TWO ARGOSIES1

(ANTONIO'S AND SHAKESPEARE'S)

"THE ducats take! I'll sign the bond to-day:

No storm can wreck Antonio's whitewinged fleet;

My stately ships secure ride every bay
From Tripolis to Indies' golden seat.
The ducats take, Bassanio, go thy way;

Thy Portia win, and bid me to the feast; Ten thousand men Antonio's nod obey,

And of ten thousand Shylock is the least. I'll sign the bond, thy words cannot avail, No chance can reach the wealth I share with thee:

I stand secure, let cruel fortune rail
Till Venice sleeps beneath bright Adria's
sea."

Fate heard the boast
vessels lay

a thousand

1 Copyright, 1894, by HARPER & BROTHERS.

Away! is it man? is it woman,
On such dread meat to feed?
Away! is it beast? is it human?
Or is it a fiend indeed?

Fiend from human loins begotten,
Hell-inspired, God-forgotten!
Now the midnight hour draws on:
Human form no fiend may keep
Or ever that mystic hour is told.
Lower, lower, lower it bends.
Midnight is come-is come and gone!
Down on all fours see it plunge and leap!
A human yell in a wolf's howl ends! ..
What gaunt, gray thing gallops on o'er
the world?

JULIAN HAWTHORNE