[_He turns his gaze downward.--From the fog-sea
below half-rises a woman-form, which floats toward him._]Lo, as the lily lifts its shining bosom
From the lone couch of waters where it slept,
When the fair morn toucheth and waketh it;
So riseth up my lily from the deep
Where human souls are vexed in awful dreams![LILY _spies her mother, darts down, and is caught in
her arms. They land on_ JULIAN'S _peak, and
climb_, LILY _leading her mother_.]_Lily_.
Come faster, mother dear; father is waiting._Lilia_.
Have patience with me, darling. By and by,
I think, I shall do better.--Oh my Julian!_Julian_.
I may not help her. She must climb and come.[_He reaches his hand, and the three are clasped in
an infinite embrace_.]O God, thy thoughts, thy ways, are not as ours:
They fill our longing hearts up to the brim.[_The moon and the stars and the blue night close
around them; and the poet awakes from his dream_.]

A HIDDEN LIFE.

TO MY FATHER: _with my second volume of verse_.

I.

Take of the first fruits, father, of thy care,
Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude,
Late waked for early gifts ill understood;
Claiming in all my harvests rightful share,
Whether with song that mounts the joyful air
I praise my God, or, in yet deeper mood,
Sit dumb because I know a speechless good,
Needing no voice, but all the soul for prayer.
Thou hast been faithful to my highest need;
And I, thy debtor, ever, evermore,
Shall never feel the grateful burden sore.
Yet most I thank thee, not for any deed,
But for the sense thy living self did breed
Of fatherhood still at the great world's core.

II.

All childhood, reverence clothed thee, undefined,
As for some being of another race;
Ah, not with it, departing--growing apace
As years did bring me manhood's loftier mind,
Able to see thy human life behind--
The same hid heart, the same revealing face--
My own dim contest settling into grace,
Of sorrow, strife, and victory combined!
So I beheld my God, in childhood's morn,
A mist, a darkness, great, and far apart,
Moveless and dim--I scarce could say _Thou art_:
My manhood came, of joy and sadness born;--
Full soon the misty dark, asunder torn,
Revealed man's glory, God's great human heart.

G.M.D. jr.

ALGIERS, _April, 1857_.

A HIDDEN LIFE.

Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned,
Went walking by his horses, the first time,
That morning, to the plough. No soldier gay
Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt
(Knowing the blue blade hides within its sheath,
As lightning in the cloud) with more delight,
When first he belts it on, than he that day
Heard still the clank of the plough-chains against
His horses' harnessed sides, as to the field
They went to make it fruitful. O'er the hill
The sun looked down, baptizing him for toil.A farmer's son, a farmer's grandson he;
Yea, his great-grandsire had possessed those fields.
Tradition said they had been tilled by men
Who bore the name long centuries ago,
And married wives, and reared a stalwart race,
And died, and went where all had followed them,
Save one old man, his daughter, and the youth
Who ploughs in pride, nor ever doubts his toil;
And death is far from him this sunny morn.
Why should we think of death when life is high?
The earth laughs all the day, and sleeps all night.
The daylight's labour and the night's repose
Are very good, each better in its time.