POEM FOR RECITATION.

SIDE by side the two great cities, Afar on the traveller's sight. One, black with the dust of labor, One, solemnly still and white. Apart, and yet together, They are reached in a dying breath; But a river flows between them, And the river's name is—Death. Apart, and yet together, Together, and yet apart, As the child may die at midnight, On the mother's living heart. So close come the two great cities, With only the river between; And the grass in the one is trampled, But the grass in the other is green. The hills with uncovered foreheads, Like the disciples meet, While ever the flowing water Is washing their hallowed feet. And out on the glassy ocean, The sails in the golden gloom Seem to me but the moving shadows Of the white enmarbled tomb. Anon from the hut and the palace, Anon, from early till late, They come, rich and poor, together, Asking alms at the beautiful gate. O silent city of refuge On the way to the city o'erhead! The gleam of thy marble milestones Tells the distance we are from the dead. Full of feet, but a city untrodden, Full of hands, but a city unbuilt, Full of strangers who know not even That their life-cup lies there, spilt. They know not the tomb from the palace, They dream not they ever have died; God be thanked, they never will know it, Till they live, on the other side! Samuel Miller Hageman.