So I beheld my God, in childhood's morn,
A mist, a darkness, great, and far apart,
Moveless and dim--I scarce could say _Thou art_:
My manhood came, of joy and sadness born--
Full soon the misty dark, asunder torn,
Revealed man's glory, God's great human heart.

G.M.D. Jr.

Algiers, April, 1857.



CONTENTS.


A HIDDEN LIFE
THE HOMELESS GHOST
ABU MIDJAN
AN OLD STORY
A BOOK OP DREAMS
TO AURELIO SAFFI
SONNET
A MEMORIAL OF AFRICA
A GIFT
THE MAN OF SONGS
BETTER THINGS
THE JOURNEY
PRAYER
REST