16 SEPTEMBER 1882, Page 14

POETRY.

LIFT THINE EYES.

0 Taousr.,ED Soul of mine ! lift up thine eyes Unto the mountains mighty and serene.

Full strangely chequered hath their fortune been ; And they have suffered veriest agonies.

And ofttimes still the tyrant tempest lies Heavy upon them ; with the thunder they Do wrestle. Yet of fear and of dismay Nothing they know, still rising to the skies.

With many a thousand battles are they scarred ; The floods have broken on each helmless head ; Yet for all this, their beauty is not marred, Nor in their hearts are they discomfited.

Still they endure, whatever whirlwinds roll Around,—still glorious they endure, my soul !

Hindscarth Cam, August 30th. Jost, W . Hers.