"VOICES. "I remember voices Breathed in sweetest tone "Little manly voices, Brothers then were near, "I remember voices, Tones of later years, "Eloquent and earnest, Seeming firm and true, "Friendship's voice deceived me, "I remember voices, Now I hear but one, "Calm amid the tempests, Live in peace with me, Thou shalt learn Earth's wisdom And Heaven's mystery.”” The following poem is probably the last written by my brother. There is no draft or note of it in his rough notebook, and it is written out carefully on a sheet of thin letterpaper which he probably obtained in Para. It was therefore almost certainly written during the two weeks before his fatal illness. "OUR BETTER MOMENTS. "Uncalled they come across the mind, A power strange, yet holy too, Breathes through our every sense; Each atom of our being feels Its subtle influence. High visions, noble thinkings, flash Like meteors through the brain, 'Tis surely come again! Better moments! Better moments! Ye are sunny angels' wings, Sent to shed a holier radiance o'er all dim and worldly things. "Perchance we love to watch awhile, In simple child-like mood, The ebbing of the flood, Or lie upon a mossy bank In some secluded shade, When sudden, from before our gaze, And giving up our being's rein To unknown guiding hands, To voiceless spirit lands. Better moments! Better moments! Ye are sunny angels' wings, Sent to shed a holier radiance o'er all dim and worldly things. "Or sitting in a leafy wood, Some still and breathless hour, The joyous twitter of a bird Has strange unconscious power; The power to send through ev'ry nerve A better moment, like the dawn, Steals in with ambient light; The soul expands, and lovingly Takes in its pure embrace, All life! all nature! high or mean, Of colour, tongue, or race. Better moments! Better moments! Ye are sunny angels' wings, Sent to shed a holier radiance o'er all dim and worldly things. "A thousand various scenes and tones By which our duller years of life And prostrate souls fell horror-struck But now God's momentary gleam Is sent into the soul To guide uncertain wavering feet To Life's high solemn goal. Better moments! Better moments! Ye are sunny angels' wings, Of the numerous versified enigmas he wrote, I print four of the best. They may interest some of my younger readers. They are not difficult to guess, but I give the solutions at the end. And ye were duller far than me, 66 II. (Written in 1847.) Know ye my Second, the green and the beautiful, Sitting alone by the sea, Weeping in sadness o'er children undutiful, "For skeleton famine is rapidly striding, Many a hovel his victims have died in, "Ah! my First from the heavens has darkly descended, Wrapping the earth in its gloom; The dying lie helpless by corpses extended, Sullenly waiting their doom. "And the living watch hopeless the dead and the dying, All gentler feelings have fled; They know not-an hour and they may be lying "To see their blank features so set and despairing, Might humble the great and the wise. "Ah! the great and the wise! can no way be suggested By the mighty in power and in soul, To banish the curse that too long has rested A shade and a fear on my Whole?" III. "There stood by the stake a sable form, A heavy sledge on his shoulder swung "Open the way! Fall back! Fall back! And let the victim through, To the mocking chant of the bigot priest And the muffled drums tattoo ; They have tortured him long, but his spirit strong, Ne'er cowed 'neath rack or screw. "My First stepped forth and grasped his arm (He felt no muscle shake), And led him within the fatal ring; Nor then did his victim quake, When a chain was riveted to his waist, And round the fatal stake. "He had seen my Second red with blood He had looked on death in every form, The flames of my Whole were a terrible goal, IV. (August, 1849.) "She stood upon the scaffold With a firm, undaunted mien, But yesterday a Queen! "She fearless gazes on my First "Where are the eyes that fearless gazed? Where is the tongue where hung the jest? The snowy neck she used to deck, The axe has left it red. |