Two Roundels.

I.—Disappointment.
I needs must weep, for I have loved thee well,
And am as one awaked from happy sleep,
To hear the tolling of the passing bell;
I needs must weep !
Thou art not worthy ! How the sad words creep
Heavy with meaning ! At that potent spell
Hope flies, and Faith; and Love, who used to leap
Heart-high with gladness, walks this stony dell
Mourning his fellows, and his sighs are deep.
Is he alone for ever ? Who can tell ?
I needs must weep!

II.—Confidence.
I sing for joy; although we part to-day,
Yet nothing can my happiness destroy,
No force can take my steadfast peace away;
I sing for joy!
For thou art true and holy; no alloy
Of baseness may my settled trust betray.
I know the ends that all thy powers employ;
Thy hopes are mine, thy faith my constant stay.
Can foolish fears have place, or cares annoy?
Ah no! above the tumult and the fray
I sing for joy!

M. E. R.