1 saw a spirit dart ’twixt Earth and Heaven, 
Holding a cup in both hands lest it fall— 
O friends ! a mournful life to us were given 
If Earth were all ! 
But He who lives for aye hath looked on thee, 
Humanity. 
■Aubrey De Vere. 
pLAX- pOMESTIC yir^TUES. 
Hr ROUND each pure domestic shrine 
Jr' Bright flowers of Eden bloom and twine, 
Our hearths are altars all; 
The prayers of hungry souls and poor, 
Like armed angels at the door, 
Our unseen foes appall. 
pf^ENCH )VlLLOW— • 
jjdUMANITY, 
EARS running down the track of buried 
smiles 
Time’s shades condensed into the sable pall; 
Hope that deserts, and gladness that beguiles- 
Are these, then, Tall ! 
All thou canst give to me, 
Humanity ? 
