[By Richakd Beam I .] All around us lies the awful sacredness Of babes and cradles, graves and hoary hairs, Of youthful laughters and of manly cares, Of moaning sighs and passionate caresses, Of infinite ascensions of tho soul, And gnawing hungers of tho heavy flesh, Of cottage virtues, and the solemn roll Of populous cities' thunder, and the fresh Warm faith of childhood, sweet as mignonette Among Doubt's bitter herbage, and the dea*- Re-glimpses of the earlier stars that set Down the blue skies of our lost wondersphere, And all the consecrations and delights Woven in the texture of the days and nights. The daily miracle of life goes on Within our chambers, at our household hearths, In sober duties and in jocund mirths, In all the unquiet hopes and fears that run Out of our hearts along tho edge 3of The terrible abysses ; in the calms Of friendship, in the ecstacies of love, In burial dirges and in marriage psalms ; In nil the fair, weird voices that we hear, In all the mystic visions we behold, In our soul's summers when the days are clear, And in our winters when the nights are cold, And in the subtle secrets of our breath, And that Annunciation men call Death. O, Earth, thou hast not any wind that blows Which is not music ; every weed of thine, Pressed rightly, flows in aromatic wine ; And every humble hedgerow flower that grows, And every little brown bird that doth sing, Hath something greater than itsdf, and bear 3 A living Word to every living thing, Albeit it holds the Message unawares. All shapes and sounds have something which is not Of them ; a spirit walks amid the grass, Vague outlines of the Everlasting Thought Melt in the mellow shadows aa they pass, The touch of an Eternal Presence thrills The tranquil sunset and the brooding hills. Forever, through the world's material forms, God shoots his immaterial. Night and day Apocalyptic intimations stray Down the dark lanes of matter ; viewless arms Lean lovingly towards us from the air. There is a breathing marvel in the sea. 