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GENERAL LITERATURE AND SCIENCE 405 -Cranilatt into Satin Wtvit Soldier rest-but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow On the rock thy couch must be While around thee chafes the billow Thine must be watchful sleep Wearier than another's waking Such charge as thou dost keep Brooks no moment of forsaking Sleep as on the battle-field Girded grasping sword and shield Those thou canst not name or number Steal upon thy broken slumber Soldier rise-the war is done Lo the hosts of hell are flying 'T was thy Lord the battle won Jesus vanquished them by dying Pass the stream-before thee lies All the conquered land of glory Hark what songs of rapture rise These proclaim the victor's story Soldier lay thy weapons down Quit the sword and take the crown Triumph all thy foes are banished Death is slain and earth has vanished VI-Craniate into &attn $r01St Look at yon lotus-flower rising like Aphrodite from the wave in which it has slept throughout the night and saluting with bending swan-neck that sun which it will follow lovingly around the sky Is there no more there than brute matter pipes and fibres -colour and shape and the meaningless life-in-death which men call vegetation Those old Egyptian priests knew better who could see in the number and the form of those ivory petals and golden stamina in that mysterious daily birth