Where art thou, beloved To-morrow
When young and old, and strong and
Rich and poor, through joy and sor
Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,—
In thy place—ah! well-a-day!

O universal Mother, who dost keep
From everlasting thy foundations d
Eldest of things, Great Earth, I
All shapes that have their dwellin
All things that fly, or on the gro

And the cloven waters like a chasm
Stood, and received him in its mig
And led him through the deep’€™s u
He went in wonder through the path
Of his great Mother and her humid

Wealth and dominion fade into the
Of the great sea of human right an
When once from our possession they
But love, though misdirected, is a
The things which are immortal, and

PEOPLE of England, ye who toil
Who reap the harvests which are no
Who weave the clothes which your o
And for your own take the inclemen
Who build warm houses . . .

Like the ghost of a dear friend de
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,

To Mary '— '—
So now my summer task is ended, M
And I return to thee, mine own he
As to his Queen some victor Knigh
Earning bright spoils for her inch

The viewless and invisible Conseq
Watches thy goings-out, and coming
And... hovers o’er thy guilty slee
Unveiling every new-born deed, and
More ghastly than those deeds—

SCENE.—A Ravine of Icy Rocks i
Prometheus.
Monarch of Gods and Dæmons, and a
But One, who throng those bright
Which Thou and I alone of living

How swiftly through Heaven’s wide
Bright day’s resplendent colours f
How sweetly does the moonbeam’s gl
With silver tint St. Irvyne’s gla
No cloud along the spangled air,