Paf^kation (Peep JIed)— 
Proken Peart, 
HEY mourn, but smile at length; and smiling, 
mourn: 
The tree will wither long before it fall: 
The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; 
The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall 
In massy hoariness; the ruin’d wall 
Stands when its wind-worn battlements are'gone ; 
The bars survive the captive they enthral; 
The day drags through, though storms keep out the 
sun ; 
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on. 
Byron. 
pAMPION —pESTINY. 
(SOMEWHERE there waiteth in this world of ours 
o For one lone soul another lonely soul, 
Each chasing each through all the weary hours, 
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal. 
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, 
Into one beautiful and perfect whole; 
And life’s long night is ended, and the way 
Lies open onward to eternal day. 
Edwin Arnold. 
