May 25

THEY came from out a sacred mountain-cleft Toward the sunrise, each with harp in hand,

And built it to the music of their harps.

And as thou sayest, it is enchanted, son,

For there is nothing in it, as it seems,

Saving the King.

. . . An ye heard a music, like enow They are building still, seeing the city is built

To music, therefore never built at all,

And therefore built for ever.

ALFRED,

LORD

TENNYSON,

Gareth and

Lynette.

THE HERITAGE