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free _pauper_ and free _Chinese voting_? Clearly it does. Does it not demand that "Trade" shall be god, and the _laws of supply and demand_ shall rule? Clearly it does. Does it not call this "progress"? Clearly it does. And is not all this leading us directly to--_Heaven_ or to _Hell_? Clearly they are. And you, gentle reader, can decide which. CHARLES WYLLY ELLIOTT. THE TWO WORLDS. Two mighty silences, two worlds unseen Over against each other lie: For ever boundlessly apart have been, For ever nigh. In one is God Himself, and angels bright Do congregate, and spirits fair; And, lost in depths of mystic light, Our Dead dwell there. All things that cannot fade, nor fall, nor die, Voices beloved, and precious things foregone, Float up and up, and in that silence high, With God grow one. No barren silence, nay, but such as over Lips that we love its spell may fling, Where tender words like nested swallows hover, Ere they take wing. Sometimes from that far land there comes a breeze, Soft airs surprise us on our way, As dew-drops from above; then on our knees We fall and pray. And oft in some low crimson coast of cloud We deem we see its far-off strand: Our hearts, like shipwrecked sailors, cry aloud, "The Land! the Land!" And side by side that other world unknown, Drenched in unbroken silence lies, World of ourselves, where each one lives alone, And lonely dies. With our unuttered griefs, our joys untold, Our multitudinous thoughts swift throng, We dwell; one silence them and us doth fold All our life long. Out from those depths there comes a cry of pain. Ah, pitifully, Lord, it calls, "Behold the sorrows of our hearts!" and then-- A silence falls. Nought but the narrow strip doth lie between Of sounding surf that men call life; Yet none can pass between those worlds unseen, And end the strife. Die down, die down, O thou tormented sea! Suffer my silent world to fill With voices from that land which cry to me, "We love thee still." In vain: I hear them not! but o'er my loss Comes an apocalyptic voice, "There shall be no more sea, and thou canst cross." Rejoice! rejoice! ELICE
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