PO E T'R Y.
THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY.
(To an Air by Henry Lawes, published 1652.) Tan flowers that in thy' garden rise Fade and are gone when Summer flies, And as their sweets by' time decay So shall thy hopes be oast away.
The Sun that gilds the creeping more Stayeth notEarth's eternal loss : He is the lord of all that live, Yet there is life-be cannot' give.
The stir of Morning's eager breath— Beautiful Eve's impassioned death— Thou lovest theee,—thou lovest well, Yet of the Night thou canst not telL
In every land thy feet. may tread Time like a veil is round thy head : Only the land thou seek'st with me Never hath been nor yet shall be.
It is not far, it is not near, Name it bath none that Earth can hear.
But there thy Soul shall build again.
Memories long destroyed of men, And Joy thereby shall like a river Wander from deep to deep for ever.
HENRY NEWBOLT..
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