The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX Το see thee changed, ah l ’tis a sign of Time‘s Unending, ceaseless march. You come again With those thick dusky masses coiled betimes And coifed around thy head in plait and chain. m 'Tis but a trifling change—a petty pace, But fraught with all the force of Yet Το Be: For to mine eyes thy simple act of grace Is one step onward, whither no one can see— A little further to the Great Unknown By ways where Life's Periodics plants her rood The Living Progress landmarks all alone, Soon passed :—thou reachest on to Womanhood! IV Fair—God grant that it be fair—thy world ! With influence of Goodness shed around Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound 1 Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud! But all my pent—up wrath I pour on Spite It is enough! forgive these murmurings loud Against the Powers and Majesties of Night. L’ENVOI Good child, you will again depart—Fates weave their spell, All hail ! God-speed l May God be with you! and—Farewell ! D. HAMISH JENKINS. 232