I saw the starry Tree Eternity Put forth the blossom Time. - Robert Williams Buchanan

O Balder, he who fashion'd us, And bade us live and move, Shall weave for Death's sad heavenly hair Immortal flowers of love. "Ah! never fail'd my servant Death, Whene'er I named his name,— But at my bidding he hath flown As swift as frost or flame. "Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man, And finds his form, and springs, So hath he hunted down the gods As well as human things! "Yet only thro' the strength of Death A god shall fall or rise — A thousand lie on the cold snows, Stone still, with marble eyes. "But whosoe'er shall conquer Death, Tho' mortal man he be, Shall in his season rise again, And live, with thee, and me! "And whosoe'er loves mortals most Shall conquer Death the best, Yea, whosoe'er grows beautiful Shall grow divinely blest." The white Christ raised his shining face To that still bright'ning sky. "Only the beautiful shall abide, Only the base shall die!"

Lo, the book I hold here, In the city cold here ! I hold it with a gentle hand and love it as I may; Lo, the weary moments! Lo, the icy comments! And lo, false Fortune's knife of gold swift-lifted up to slay! Has the strife no ending? Has the song no meaning? Linger I, idle as of old, while men are reaping or gleaning?

Their hearts and sentiments were free, their appetites were hearty.