Form: a quarterly of the arts (1.1916/1917)

THE LAND OF PROMISE-

AIR iamjj af God,how \ foodlyart thy tents,

Within whosc midst tne milk and honexj f'lowl

Fcr thee the protnised leuid gives fbrth her scents,

For thce the hattgutg gardens crowtied with snow;

And softer dews tlian Flennons; and inorc shade
Thatt rocks heneath the boughs of Lcbanon ;

For thce} 0 jair delight, cdl tfiitigs iverc tnade ,

And they that inarrcd tlumy thejalse gods,are gonc.

For this ls ruver Canaans latui, but Greecc,

Where shines thc face and not thcjrown of God;

And ticvcr Gideoti’s but Jason’s fleece ,

Atid thisApollos bough, not Aarotis rvd.

The night breathes warm , and the tent doors arc wtde,

And-Jteece and bough lie dose against thy side.

FORM AND SUBSTA'NCEL.

O cnds the dreanv whiclt once fbund fortn in thee !
JSlay, not the dreatn, ~Jor that I can rccall;

Myjdesh is now the glxostlier part of tne,

And what was vision proved still slunes thtvugh all.

But that bright tabcniaele ofa ^race,

Which once 1 dreamed , lics stiattered, and l go

No more to scek in ajamiliar juce

T. hc beauty which in thec Jound overthrow.

Where now it livcs 1 know not; butnot deatlv
Flath closed it round , norany mouldering tomb:

Babc~lihe and blind it waits, withheld Jrom breath,
As new Ije lies unconscious in thc womb.

Oh, though ott earth I looked jbr thcc in vain ,

Thou, in nty heart, dearTove, hast not bcen slain l

LAUREHCE HOUSMAK

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