Mount to the vision, and the far adieu.

Merged in the vastness, with a calm surmise

Mount, lonely climber, brightened from afar;

Whose soul is secret as the evening-star;

Whose steps are toward the ultimate surprise:

No dubious morrow dims those daring eyes—

Divinely lit whence truth's horizons are.

The sonnets in this volume have previously appeared in the columns of "The Academy," "The Eye-Witness," and "The Yorkshire Observer." My thanks are due to the Editors of these publications for their kind permission to republish.

J.A.M.

Stocka House, Cottingley, Bingley.

Cottingley,

Bingley.

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"  II.

IOLÄUS:

THE MAN THAT WAS A GHOST

Gold light across the golden coomb;

The sun went west with horns of fire;

Athwart the sweet, sea-breathing room

The swallows swooped; the village spire

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