496 
[August, 
Analyses of Books. 
What man, devoted to scientific research, does not find such 
thoughts passing at times through his mind ? But yet, with the 
authoress, he can truly say, — 
“ Now has the breath of God my being thrilled, 
Within, around, His word I hear; 
For all the universe my heart is filled 
With love that casts out fear. 
My sight, love-strengthened, Time and Space controls; 
No more are Force and Will at strife ; 
Beyond the scene I pass ; around me rolls 
Infinite circled life.” 
Somewhat similar, but less calmly hopeful, are the medita- 
tions of the “ Alchemist ” — thoughts such as may have occurred 
to a Paracelsus, or a Raymond Lully in the evening of his 
days : — 
“ In lonely toil my manhood has been spent, 
Spurning all ties of home, all joyance free ; 
And now my heart is sick, my frame is bent, 
And I would sleep, but rest is not for me. 
I conquer still, though strength may not be mine 
To drink the cup my dying hand prepares ; 
My life, but not my triumph, I resign, 
For all mankind shall be my deathless heirs. 
I care not who the vidtor’s crown may wear, 
I care not though my bones negledted lie ; 
This is my latest, this my only prayer — 
Come life, come death, let not my wisdom die.” 
Surely these words are not unworthy of the grand old sages 
who first smoothed the roads along which we are travelling ! 
From “ Light at Eventide ” we quote the reflection : — 
“ Evil has brought good, but good in turn 
Brings evil forth, and painfully we learn 
The rich resulting harmony of life.” 
Throughout these poems we find, indeed, full evidence that 
the writer is familiar with the highest conceptions of modern 
philosophy. She embodies its doubts, its struggles, its aspira- 
tions, — beautiful indeed, but with that autumnal, or sunset-like, 
kind of loveliness which pervades all modern English poetry. 
We are particularly struck with a short piece, “ Das Ideal,” 
written in German, which would not have disgraced Heinrich 
Heine, and from which we quote the following lines admirably 
embodying the longings of the thinker : — 
“ Zerreissen will ich die getraumten Schleier 
Des Stoffs, des Raums, der Zeit, 
Und mich ergiessen, frei und immer freier 
In die Unendlichkeit.” 
