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CONTENTS OF VOL. XLIX
SOME AMERICAN IMPRESSIONS OF EUROPE. By Philip Alexander Bruce
'AUSTRALIA FOR THE WHITE MAN' AGAIN. By Gilbert Parker
IS LAW FOR THE PEOPLE OR FOR THE LAWYERS? By His Honour Judge
SOME REAL LOVE LETTERS. By Mrs. Chapman
No. CCLXXXVII-JANUARY 1901
This Janiform head, adapted from a Greek coin of Tenedos at the request
VOL. XLIX-No. 287
MIDNIGHT-THE 31ST OF DECEMBER 1900
Lo! now on the midnight the soul of the century passing, And on midnight the voice of the Lord!
In the years that have been I have made an oblivion for anguish,
And stillness in place of a cry ;
I have lain round the knife as a numbness, on nerves as an
I am He that hath healed,' saith the Lord.
'I have fallen as a veil upon woe, as a slumber on sorrow, As a blank on the reeling brain.
In the years that have been I have shown me a smoother of
A closer of fixed eyes.
In the years that shall be I will come as an healer to cities,
In that day shall the Northern City, the country of iron,
And the city of furnaces fade, the city of wheels,
The girding city, the city of gongs and of hammers,
And her in whose soul the iron hath entered, whose bosom Is filled with a fatal milk,
Whose spirit fainteth in greyness of lead, and whose
Hath died in a phosphorus mist,
I will lead out of hissing and venomous travail and vapour To a city spacious and clear.
And I will abolish utterly smoke and confusion,
On the wailing whistle of engines, the tunnelled shrieking,
On the houses with windows as eyes that stare, yet see not
I will make me a city of gliding and wide wayed silence,
With life of a coloured peace and a lucid leisure
Of smooth electrical ease;
Of sweet excursion of noiseless and brilliant travel,
And that blistering wind that maketh the heart to withdraw,
Ye shall change it to balm, and the South-wind shall blow in your houses
The rainy soul of the rose.
And a charm ye shall take from the ebbing and flowing of
That shall make the night as the day.
And the stored strength of the tides ye shall use for your
And bind it to tasks and to toil.
Yet forget not the beauty of night in her coming and going, Forget not the sprinkled vault,
Nor eve with her floating bird and her lonely star,
Nor the reddening clouds of the eve;
Forget not the moon of the poet, nor stars of the dreamer, Though ye live like to spirits in ease.
In the years that have been I have bound man closer to
And closer woman to woman;
And the stranger hath seen in a stranger his brother at last, And a sister in eyes that were strange.
In the years that shall be I will bind me nation to nation.
And shore unto shore,' saith our God.