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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Century of Emblems, by G. S. Cautley
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+Title: A Century of Emblems
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+Author: G. S. Cautley
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+ A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS
+
+
+
+
+ _Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh._
+
+
+
+
+ A
+ Century of Emblems
+
+ BY
+ G. S. CAUTLEY
+ VICAR OF NETTLEDEN,
+ AUTHOR OF 'THE AFTERGLOW,' AND 'THE THREE FOUNTAINS.'
+
+ WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+ By the Lady Marian Alford, Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton,
+ Ven^{ble.} Lord A. Compton, R. Barnes, J. D. Cooper,
+ and the Author
+
+ London
+ MACMILLAN AND COMPANY
+ 1878
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration: A
+ CENTURY
+ OF
+ EMBLEMS]
+
+
+
+
+ To the Memory
+ OF
+ CHARLES DOUGLAS,
+ MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON,
+ THIS LITTLE BOOK,
+ MAINLY DUE IN ITS PRESENT FORM TO
+ HIS GENEROSITY AND COUNSEL,
+ IS DEDICATED,
+ IN ALL GRATEFUL AND TENDER RECOLLECTION
+ BY
+ THE AUTHOR.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+This small volume is the latest of above three thousand[1] of a similar
+kind, which, under the general title of "Books of Emblems" have followed
+in the wake of the _Libellus Emblematum_,[2] a work, much resembling a
+child's primer in outward appearance, published at Augsburg in A.D.
+1532, and composed by Andrea Alciati, a famous lawyer, antiquary, and
+litterateur of Milan.
+
+This book consisted of nearly a hundred Latin Epigrams, some original,
+some translated or paraphrased from the Greek, and each accompanied by
+a rude woodcut illustration. Alciati was the first author who gave the
+name of Emblem to this form of expressing his ideas: and the notion for
+so doing was suggested by the original meaning of the word Emblem, which
+signifies anything inserted. The Greeks and Romans used to insert small
+pictures or bas-reliefs in the sides of vases, drinking-cups, and
+various other utensils: these little works of art were called Emblems:
+they were sometimes accompanied by mottoes or verses, and often made
+removable at pleasure, so that they formed no necessary part of the
+article which they adorned.
+
+Alciati, therefore, considering that the illustrations formed no
+necessary portion of his book, and that they were only inserted, as he
+says himself, to make his moral and philosophical teaching more
+attractive, gave to his collection of poems and pictures the name of
+"Book of Emblems."
+
+This idea took greatly with the public of his day, and for upwards of
+two hundred years afterwards, and generated a class of books now
+reckoned among the fossils of literature, which may be dug out of
+ancient libraries, or procured by chance here and there through the
+agency of those useful purveyors, the publishers of Catalogues of
+second-hand works.
+
+Now Emblem books have had their day, and are no longer regarded as a
+means of instruction or delight. They have done their duty as ornamental
+wits and lively educators, and now make way for others more suited to
+the age. There will be found very few theological teachers of our day
+who would, like Sebastian Stockhamer,[3] not only advise a patron to
+have the Emblems of Alciati always at hand at home and abroad, but
+suggest that he should do as Alexander did with the works of Homer,
+sleep with them under his pillow.
+
+He, therefore, who ventures to put forth his own conceits, clothed in
+this old-fashioned dress, before the present world of critical thinkers
+and impatient novel readers, must apologise for his intrusion and crave
+indulgence. Some, perhaps, who may look into these pages, will
+sympathise with the Author in the pleasure he has enjoyed in following
+the footsteps of the ingenious Emblematists of old, and will accept the
+subjoined Emblem as an illustration of their common feeling upon the
+subject:--
+
+ Though the new be gold, some love the old.
+
+ "They have wrecked the old farm with its chimneys so high,
+ And white flashing gables--my childhood's delight,
+ The old home is gone, and the sorrowing eye
+ Shuns the blue-slated upstart that glares from its site;"
+ So flowed my fresh feeling, when loud at my side
+ Rose the voice of a stranger arresting the tide:
+
+ "What an emblem is here of the glories of change,
+ Which purges and pares the old world to its quick;
+ Transforming that rat-hole and ricketty grange,
+ With its plaster and laths to a mansion of brick."
+ The prose chilled like ice,--I sank into my skin,
+ And felt my poor sentiment almost a sin.
+
+The Author thinks it necessary to say, that circumstances over which he
+had no control prevented him from carrying out his original idea, which
+was that every set of verses should be accompanied by an illustration;
+and it is only by the assistance of many friends, to whom his best
+acknowledgments are due, that he has been able to provide the
+comparatively few accompanying woodcuts.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] See p. 8 of Preface to "Andrea Alciati and his Book of Emblems,"
+etc., by Henry Green, M.A.; London, Trübner and Co., 1872, in which the
+learned writer states he has "formed an index of Emblem Books of which
+the titles number upwards of 3000, and the authors above 1300.
+
+[2] This little book was followed by another of the same description
+published at Venice 1546. These two were afterwards combined into one
+volume.
+
+[3] See p. 5 of his edition of A. Alciati Emblemata, 1556.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+ PAGE
+
+PROEM 1
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE 3
+
+THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR 4
+
+SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME 5
+
+CUPID REFORMED 7
+
+COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME 8
+
+PURITANS AND RITUALISTS 9
+
+THE BEACON CREST 10
+
+ROOKS 11
+
+UNA 12
+
+LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH 13
+
+CHURCH IN THE VALLEY 14
+
+CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS 15
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET 16
+
+THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET 17
+
+SUMMER SUNSET 18
+
+THE COMET 19
+
+THE ROCKET 20
+
+THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME 21
+
+THE MOON 22
+
+HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS 24
+
+CLOUD EMBLEM 25
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING 26
+
+SMOKE NOT ASCENDING 27
+
+THE CARELESS SHEPHERD 28
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES 29
+
+INNOCENCE 31
+
+HILARION 32
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT 33
+
+TROUTS 34
+
+THE PLATYPUS 35
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE 36
+
+GIRLS RUNNING 37
+
+THE SIREN 38
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE 39
+
+THE PUDDLE 40
+
+THE MIRY LANE 41
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE 42
+
+THE SLIDING BOY 43
+
+YOUTH 44
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH 45
+
+THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET 46
+
+THE UNDERGROWTH 47
+
+WINTER IN MAY 48
+
+THE SOLITARY 49
+
+THE GOLDEN MEAN 50
+
+AUTUMN 51
+
+JUSTISSIMA TELLUS 52
+
+THE FLINTY FIELD 53
+
+HOME AND ABROAD 54
+
+DISTANT SOUNDS 55
+
+THE FRIENDLY THORN 56
+
+HAPPINESS 57
+
+BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE 58
+
+THE EAR-RING 59
+
+THE GARDEN POOL 59
+
+THE SCARECROW 60
+
+WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES 62
+
+THE LAY FIGURE 63
+
+THE WINDMILL 64
+
+FAIRIES AND FACTORIES 65
+
+RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH 66
+
+INEXPERIENCE 67
+
+THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD 68
+
+THE MASTER'S WILL 69
+
+NOW OR NEVER 70
+
+LABOUR LOST 71
+
+THE LOST FISH 72
+
+STRIKING THE TENT 73
+
+THE TURKISH BRIDGE 74
+
+THE CROCODILE 75
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH 76
+
+DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING 77
+
+THE TWO GOATS 78
+
+THE ARAB WELL 79
+
+THE DEAD CROCODILE 80
+
+THE HYĈNA 81
+
+GRATITUDE 82
+
+THE NUBIAN BOATMEN 83
+
+THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM 84
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT 85
+
+TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES 86
+
+ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE 87
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES 88
+
+DUCKS AT PLAY 89
+
+THE TAME HARE 90
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG 91
+
+THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER 92
+
+EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY 93
+
+THE GUIDE-POST 94
+
+THE WAYSIDE MONITOR 95
+
+THE BOOMERANG 96
+
+THE WRONG PLACE 97
+
+THE WRONG TIME 98
+
+TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT 99
+
+THE HAWSER 100
+
+TRAINED CORMORANTS 101
+
+THE BAT 102
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA 103
+
+THE DYING SWAN 104
+
+THE PEACOCK 105
+
+THE HUNTER 106
+
+THE RACER 108
+
+THE SYBARITES 109
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER 110
+
+ROME 111
+
+THEODORIC 112
+
+SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC 113
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE 117
+
+BIVALVES 121
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+ PAGE
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE _R. Barnes_ 3
+ _From Drawing by the Author._
+
+CUPID REFORMED _J. D. Cooper_ 7
+ _From a slight Sketch by the late
+ Marquis of Northampton._
+
+THE BEACON CREST _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_ 10
+
+LIGHTHOUSE LIKE A CHURCH _The Author_ 13
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET _Do._ 16
+
+THE COMET _Do. and J. D. Cooper_ 19
+
+THE MOON _Do._ 22
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING _Do._ 26
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES _Lady Marian Alford_ 29
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT _The Author_ 33
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE _Do._ 36
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE _Do._ 39
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE _Do._ 42
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH _R. Barnes_ 45
+ _From Sketch by the Author._
+
+WINTER IN MAY _The Author_ 48
+
+AUTUMN _Do._ 51
+
+HOME AND ABROAD _Do._ 54
+
+HAPPINESS _R. Barnes_ 57
+ _From Sketch by the Author._
+
+THE SCARECROW _The Author_ 60
+
+THE WINDMILL _Do._ 64
+
+INEXPERIENCE _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_ 67
+
+NOW OR NEVER _Do._ 70
+
+STRIKING THE TENT _The Author_ 73
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH _Do._ 76
+
+THE ARAB WELL _Do._ 79
+
+GRATITUDE _R. Barnes_ 82
+ _From Drawing by the Author._
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT _The Author_ 85
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES _Do._ 88
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG _Do._ 91
+
+THE GUIDE-POST _Do._ 94
+
+THE WRONG PLACE _Do._ 97
+
+THE HAWSER _Rear-Admiral Lord W. Compton_ 100
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA _The Author_ 103
+
+THE HUNTER _Do._ 106
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER _Do._ 110
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS _R. Barnes_ 117
+ _From Nature._
+
+BIVALVES _Ven. Lord A. Compton_ 121
+
+FRONTISPIECE AND FRAMES TO WOODCUTS _Lady Marian Alford._
+
+
+
+
+A CENTURY OF EMBLEMS
+
+
+
+
+PROEM.
+
+
+ I had not breathed such notes as these,
+ Save to myself in field or wood,
+ But for the venial hope to please
+ Some spirits of the wise and good.
+
+ For honest mirth that sings the truth,
+ And shakes a bell in Folly's ear,
+ May serve a crumpled hour to smooth,
+ And whisk away a peevish tear;
+
+ While haply to the heart may go
+ Some tones amid the fall and rise,
+ And stir the silent springs below
+ Of deeper, holier sympathies.
+
+ So now into the streets of life
+ I venture forth, but not alone,
+ Too well aware its roar and strife
+ Would drown my feeble undertone.
+
+ And mindful of the world's disdain,
+ I mimic him of Rhodopé,[A]
+ And start, escorted by a train
+ Of beast, and bird, and flower, and tree;
+
+ For lack of these, his guardian brood,
+ The poet in his lonely woe,
+ By Thracian dames was torn and strewed
+ Upon the Hyperborean snow.
+
+ Were these the critics of the day?
+ And does this ancient tale, forsooth,
+ Symbol the perils of his way
+ Who seeks to win by tuneful truth?
+
+ Thrice welcome, then, O sister art!
+ Divert the eye with pictured spell,
+ Assume your own attractive part,
+ And share the wrath you may not quell.
+
+ FOOTNOTE:
+ [A] Orpheus.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+EMBLEMS EVERYWHERE.
+
+
+ A simple faith, if fancy fed
+ Is girt with holy signs,
+ And common sights are seen and read
+ As writ in holy lines.
+
+ A fish, a ship, the night and day,
+ Some Christian truth declare,
+ And e'en the winging crows display
+ Black crosses in the air.
+
+ Nor blame thou this simplicity,
+ For love is at the core,
+ Which only sees what others see,
+ But feels a little more.
+
+
+
+
+THE SUN AN EMBLEM OF THE CREATOR.
+
+
+ 'Mid the glow of the dawning and dew of the mist,
+ The valley awakens in beauty and tears,
+ For the life-bringing day-star the ridges hath kiss'd,
+ And the presence is felt ere the splendour appears.
+
+ Now the cloud-curtain parts--from pavilion of gold
+ The monarch goes forth with tiara of flame,
+ And his banners abroad to the zenith unrolled,
+ Reflect on our hearts the Ineffable Name.
+
+ O emblem of Godhead! majestic, supreme,
+ Life drinks at thy fountain, its wave is our breath,
+ While in rapturous awe of the glory we dream
+ Whose glance is creation, whose absence is death.
+
+
+
+
+SUNSET ON CAMPAGNA OF ROME.
+
+
+ When bathes the sun his burning crown,
+ Within old Ostia's main,
+ He sends transforming angels down
+ Upon the Roman plain.
+
+ Bright threads they fling of iris hue,
+ And scatter crimson plumes,
+ As if all nature to renew
+ With showers of fiery blooms.
+
+ See flashing out in golden grace
+ A thousand arches rise,
+ And bridge the violet depths of space
+ To mountains of surprise.
+
+ To mountain waves of amethyst,
+ All flaming up carmine;
+ Upon each crest the angels rest
+ Who tend the sun's decline.
+
+ But soon the subtle pomps of light
+ Evade us like a dream,
+ And with a breath the greys of night
+ Envelop every gleam.
+
+ The fires are dead, the gold is stone,
+ The mountains, shadowy ghosts:
+ Ah, whither are the angels gone
+ With all their radiant hosts?
+
+ They travel on from height to height,
+ In splendour to diffuse
+ The truth that earth's divinest light
+ Hath no abiding hues.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+CUPID REFORMED.
+
+ LOVE TRAINED IS HEAVEN GAINED.
+
+
+ You say he wounds both good and naught,
+ Both old and young in wanton play,
+ Was never brat so badly taught,--
+ There, take his feathery stings away:
+
+ Now send him to the Sunday school,
+ With decent frock o'er shoulders small,
+ There let him learn the golden rule,
+ He'll prove a cherub after all.
+
+
+
+
+COLOSSAL HAND IN MUSEUM AT ROME,
+
+ A.D. 1856.
+
+
+ This hand colossal from Colossus torn,
+ This idol fragment pedestal'd on high,
+ Fulfils a nobler purpose now forlorn,
+ Than in the pomp of its integrity.
+
+ It heartens love, that finger pointing ever
+ Up towards the heavenly many-mansioned home,
+ Where members of one Lord no creed shall sever,
+ Though sundered here, alas! in papal Rome.
+
+
+
+
+PURITANS AND RITUALISTS.
+
+
+ In robes symbolical, through incensed air,
+ Some pray in temples amid lights and hues,
+ While some in tabernacles simply bare,
+ Beauty's bright aid mistrustingly refuse.
+
+ Pray, Christians, as ye will, by nurture swayed,
+ Habit, tradition, phantasy, or youth--
+ With faith is all; our Lord hath only said,
+ He will be served in spirit and in truth.
+
+ But, brethren of a brotherhood divine,
+ So dear to Him on whom ye daily call,
+ Why darken with the dust of strife malign
+ The sunshine of that love that blesses all?
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE BEACON CREST.
+
+ TO THE MEMORY OF SPENCER, MARQUIS OF NORTHAMPTON.
+
+
+ A blessing on the beacon's name,
+ Our guide across the midnight sea;
+ Who bears for crest that guardian flame,
+ Himself a burning light should be.
+
+ And such thou wert, my patron dear,
+ Thy beams were justice, faith, and love;
+ Ah! may we by their memory steer,
+ Since thou art with the lights above.
+
+
+
+
+ROOKS.
+
+
+ O rooks, I love to watch through quiet eve
+ Your mystic circles in the golden air,
+ And in your solemn monotones conceive
+ The instinct of a universal prayer.
+
+ Welcome then, wide-winged blackamoors, who poise
+ Inverted wigwams in the swaying heights,
+ And cheer the windy March with clanging noise,
+ Long may fate spare your labour and delights,
+
+ Toilers and teachers strenuously good
+ Like you I see life's gusty hours defy,
+ Like you from earth they win their daily food,
+ Like you they build their hopes and homes on high.
+
+
+
+
+UNA.
+
+
+ We thank thee, gentle Spenser, for thy song
+ Of Una, virgin Una brave and sweet,
+ Whose eloquence subdued the Satyr throng,
+ And bowed the tearful monsters to her feet.
+
+ Nor song alone but prophecy was thine,
+ Forecasting many a Una wise and mild,
+ Who spends her loving life in toil divine,
+ Taming street Arabs petulant and wild,
+
+ The gutter offspring of a race obscure;
+ Cheerly to these within their noxious dens
+ The Cross she brings, nor doubts its shining pure
+ Grace through the gloom and mercy will dispense,
+
+ And though to scare the ribald from her way
+ No guardian lion by her side doth move,
+ The shield of faith she bears hath sovran sway,
+ And the strong spirit of all-conquering love.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+LIGHTHOUSE BUILT LIKE A CHURCH.
+
+
+ That tapering Pharos pierces night
+ As would a church bell tower;
+ And far and wide its streaming light
+ Symbols the Church's power,
+
+ Which flinging many a radiant clue
+ O'er life's bewildering foam,
+ Guides weary souls the darkness through
+ To their celestial home.
+
+
+
+
+CHURCH IN THE VALLEY.
+
+
+ A tree of life from Eden far,
+ O lowly church, you stand!
+ So stood the Lord whose sign you are,
+ And blessed the barren land.
+
+ A tower of strength you show to all
+ Who recognise His grace:
+ The tender lights which round you fall
+ Write heaven upon your face.
+
+ Your bells down in the hollow lea
+ Cry as from sheltering nest,
+ "Come all ye labouring men to Me,
+ And I will give you rest."
+
+
+
+
+CHURCH BELLS AND SHEEP BELLS.
+
+
+ The sheep bells tinkle from the knoll
+ Faintly and sweet 'twixt far and near,
+ But hark! at hand the funeral toll
+ How solemn and how clear
+
+ Each wafts a hint to faithful love
+ Of ever-mingling wealth and woe,
+ The energy of life above,
+ The requiem below.
+
+ Now sweeps the wholesome evening breath
+ As tho' a voice from Heaven should fall,
+ Blending the notes of life and death,
+ And harmonising all.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE BROOK AT SUNSET.
+
+
+ Could Pison or Pactolus old
+ Eclipse our little stream to-night?
+ What grape might yield a glossier gold,
+ Such amber streams,
+ And ruby gleams
+ Fringed all along with dazzling light
+ That ripples down thro' emerald meadows bright?
+
+ Brief pageant! minions of the sun,
+ With him the hues in gloom decline;
+ Then think on the Eternal One,
+ Sun of the soul,
+ At whose control
+ Outpours the living light divine,
+ The grace that turns life's water into wine.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHURCH TOWER AT SUNSET.
+
+
+ See with a radiance noontide never gave
+ Our little tower fling back the evening gold!
+ Like to a sunlit rose upon a grave,
+ Like to a star upon the midnight wave,
+ When all of earth that was so bright and brave
+ Is waning into dusk obscure and cold.
+
+ So in the nightfall of that dread decay
+ When worlds their borrowed lustre shall resign,
+ They who o'erlooked her on her lowly way,
+ They who despised her in her robes of clay,
+ Shall in the glory of her opening day
+ Bow down abashed before the Bride Divine.
+
+
+
+
+SUMMER SUNSET.
+
+
+ I saw the summer sunset die
+ On golden clouds beyond the rain,
+ I saw the dying Christian lie
+ Bright-eyed amid a weeping train.
+
+ I read on evening's roseate pile
+ Hope of a lovelier day than this;
+ I hailed in that expiring smile
+ Assurance of eternal bliss.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE COMET.
+
+
+ Lone one, wilt thou no signal pass,
+ Thy mission to declare,
+ Whether a world-destroying mass,
+ Or flame-flower of Elysian grass,
+ Or seraph's burning hair?
+
+ Or may be torch from hearth unknown
+ Upheld by powers unseen,
+ Each pacing their appointed zone
+ In mute procession one by one
+ A thousand years between.
+
+ Let Time shake out my dribbling sand;
+ Who would not die to see
+ The eternal treasures of a land
+ Whose glories shine above a strand
+ With waifs and strays like thee!
+
+
+
+
+THE ROCKET.
+
+
+ The child who sees the rocket fire
+ Its arch of stars o'er tower and plain,
+ Laments to find them all expire,
+ And but a worthless wand remain.
+
+ And such with all its soaring sound
+ Is eloquence despite of art,
+ Whose flashy flights the ear astound,
+ But leave no light within the heart.
+
+
+
+
+THE GIRANDOLA AT ROME.
+
+
+ O suns! O founts! O domes of fire,
+ O palaces of seraph kings!
+ O shining ones who all aspire
+ To fan the stars with flaming wings!
+
+ My soul, what gracious glorious power
+ To hue and radiance God hath given!
+ I felt as though for half-an-hour
+ I stood before the gates of Heaven.
+
+ Now all is dark, and so I bring
+ With joy my splendid memories home,
+ And think of heaven whene'er I sing
+ The bright Girandola of Rome.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE MOON
+
+ ON EARTH DISOWNED, IN HEAVEN ENTHRONED.
+
+
+ When first behind the woods arose
+ The moon with red distempered fire,
+ We feared beyond the hilly close
+ Some conflagration dire.
+
+ But see her now enthroned on high,
+ Clear of the thwarting trees,
+ She glows upon the watchet sky
+ God's seal of golden peace.
+
+ So spirits rich in grace divine
+ Misunderstood, distorted, here,
+ Shall with unsullied lustre shine
+ In Heaven's congenial sphere.
+
+
+
+
+HEAVEN LIGHTS AND HOME LIGHTS.
+
+
+ Pale broken lights that close our heavenly view
+ Caressing eve ere weeps the twilight dew,
+ Tender ye are as love smiles shining through
+ Life's parting hour: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+ Ye cheer our footsteps on the wintry way,
+ Kind hints from Heaven when earth is cold and gray.
+ Heaven is our home; and we but wanderers through
+ This glimmering vale: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+ Short is our journey now, nor steep the road;
+ Sound still our limbs and light our daily load;
+ Chill night we leave behind, and hasten through
+ Home's glowing door: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+ Dear emblems, these we cherish till the last
+ Deep nightfall on our brows the shadow cast,
+ And we by faith see glory shining through
+ The door of death: adieu, dark day, adieu!
+
+
+
+
+CLOUD EMBLEM.
+
+
+ Beneath the vault of yonder clouds
+ A lake of sunshine lies,
+ The rent between those shifting shrouds
+ Reveals it to our eyes.
+
+ The glory of its amber light
+ Clasped by an opal shore,
+ Melts me to joy I cannot write
+ And makes my heart adore.
+
+ I feel as if the great white throne
+ Rose dazzling there above,
+ Nor inaccessible its zone
+ To those that feel and love.
+
+ Beneath, the elders all bow down
+ Each in his radiant stole--
+ Each in the lake hath cast his crown,
+ The homage of a soul.
+
+ Emblem of Heaven! sublime device!
+ No air can thee retain:
+ Read in the Word, the Heart, the Skies,
+ Thee we shall meet again.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+COTTAGE SMOKE ASCENDING.
+
+
+ The silent smoke in column true
+ Streams from the poor man's hearth,
+ Right up into the ether blue,
+ Uniting heaven and earth.
+
+ From lowly hearts thus quiet prayer
+ Sends up a golden cord
+ To God's right hand, uniting there
+ The labourer to his Lord.
+
+
+
+
+SMOKE NOT ASCENDING.
+
+
+ The lolling smoke which clouds the noonday skies
+ And mars the outline of our orchard trees,
+ Smirching the buds and blossoms, here supplies
+ An emblem of the gross ignoble ease
+
+ Of apathetic souls, which lost in sloth,
+ Lifting no thought to heaven, with sordid care
+ Infect young hearts around, and check the growth
+ Of aspirations craving purer air.
+
+
+
+
+THE CARELESS SHEPHERD.
+
+
+ How like the world these flowery leas
+ On which fantastic shadows play;
+ And, lo, the shepherd sleeps at ease,
+ And sheep like sinners go astray.
+
+ The night mist broods o'er yonder mere;
+ Wake, slumberer! lest thy Lord complain
+ When the dim folding hour draws near,
+ And thou shalt seek His lambs in vain.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+CHILD AND SNAKES.
+
+
+ Haste! ere the simple infant die
+ Which, lured by glistening strakes,
+ With tender fingers would untie
+ That knot of tangled snakes.
+
+ Thus man with a perverted skill,
+ In his own darkness blind,
+ The mystic coil of Fate and Will
+ Seeks madly to unbind.
+
+ Guide Thou aright his questing zeal,
+ Teach him in Thy bright word
+ Content Thy perfect love to feel,
+ O Spirit of the Lord!
+
+
+
+
+INNOCENCE.
+
+
+ We children shuddered when we heard
+ Of many a pretty painted bird
+ Held by the glittering eye
+ Of cruel serpent, fold on fold,
+ Close gliding, till with blood run cold
+ The victim dropt to die.
+
+ But we revived when friends would say
+ How rustling leaf, or broken spray
+ Might foil the poisonous snare,
+ And how the bird, untranced and free,
+ Shoots like a meteor from the tree
+ Into the azure air.
+
+ So innocence may be beguiled
+ By sensual spirits masked and mild,
+ And feigning pure delight;
+ But dropt the mask,--on wings of prayer,
+ O'er mists of earth and clouds of air
+ She gains her holy height.
+
+
+
+
+HILARION.
+
+
+ See at Hilarion's saintly sign
+ The serpent mount the pyre,
+ And all its scaly strength resign
+ To the consuming fire.
+
+ Such is the miracle of Grace
+ Which on the pilgrim's way,
+ Ordains that hell's malignant race
+ Should work its own decay.
+
+ Let but the faithful suppliant urge,
+ God will His fire impart,
+ The serpent coils of sin to purge
+ From every willing heart.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE FOOLISH COLT.
+
+
+ This discontented colt, full fed,
+ Aweary of its pasture rich,
+ Half dislocates its brainless head
+ For nettles in the dusty ditch.
+
+ Skills not the amplest range of joys,
+ What we have not is our desire;
+ This proved amid his golden toys
+ The little prince who screamed for mire.
+
+
+
+
+TROUTS.
+
+
+ With poising fins against the stream,
+ Their heads the shadowy troutlings set,
+ Though vain their patient instincts seem,
+ For chilly April's mirrored gleam
+ No fly disturbs as yet.
+
+ And so against ill-fashion's tide,
+ With faithful wills untaught to swerve,
+ Though cold philosophy deride,
+ The saints hold on and calmly bide
+ His season whom they serve.
+
+
+
+
+THE PLATYPUS.
+
+
+ A triple monster here is shown
+ Which old Chimera mocks,
+ Bird, fish, and quadruped in one,
+ The duck-billed Paradox.
+
+ Emblem of him whose every wish
+ Concentres in a feast;
+ Like duck he gobbles, drinks like fish,
+ And proves himself a beast.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE.
+
+
+ Sweet Proserpine you here behold
+ Far from her corn-crowned mother's care,
+ Dragged down by Pluto, swart and old,
+ His dismal throne to share.
+
+ She figures many a one the prey
+ Of passion's ill-resisted powers,
+ Who, spurning all that love can say,
+ Seeks but for earthly flowers.
+
+ Ere these you gather, maiden mine,
+ With faith's pure lilies wreathe your soul,
+ Then fear not any art malign
+ Shall work thee mortal dole.
+
+
+
+
+GIRLS RUNNING.
+
+
+ As yet they make of life a dancing race,
+ Rarely they pause to pant, still less to think;
+ They have not met the dark ones face to face,
+ They have not shuddered o'er the ghastly brink.
+ Life's holiday is theirs;--how sweet to hear
+ The gay young laughter rippling down the wind;
+ Ah! who would breathe the name of care or fear,
+ Or hint that fortune could be less than kind!
+
+ They skim gazelle-like pitfalls set in flowers,
+ Too glib their ankles for the serpent's bite,
+ Yet on and on they rush to meet the hours
+ Of dimness and perplexity and night.
+ Yes, each must suffer, and some too will fall,
+ But not for aye need sin and grief o'ercast;
+ May He who knows His lambs, and loves them all,
+ To His own fold ingather them at last.
+
+
+
+
+THE SIREN.
+
+
+ A Siren on a rocky isle,
+ A youth upon the cliff is seen;
+ She tries his fancy to beguile,
+ The deep dark water moans between.
+
+ "Gentle thou art," he saith, "and fair,
+ Yet nought thine azure eyes avail,
+ Amid the golden coils of hair,
+ Gleams weirdly forth the fish's tail."
+
+ Yet still he gazed, she smiled the more:
+ She sang a wondrous witching strain;
+ He groaned and sighed, he laughed and swore,
+ Then plunged into the deadly main.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE STRANGE CHOICE.
+
+
+ How grim the woods, the tower how pale;
+ The landscape colourless and cold,
+ While all the hovel foul and frail,
+ The ragged thatch and battered sail,
+ Are gorgeous in the sunset gold!
+
+ Such seems the girl's capricious part,
+ Who flouts the noble, wise, and true,
+ And wastes her loving burning heart,
+ And glorifies with doting art
+ The basest of her courting crew.
+
+
+
+
+THE PUDDLE.
+
+
+ This shallow pool which ruffling in the breeze,
+ Spurts gold and azure at the morning sun,
+ Ere night will be a blot of slimy lees,
+ By the absorbing heat and wind foredone.
+
+ Thou dost with glittering surface, puddle fine,
+ Of fools and prodigals the fate pourtray,
+ Who in the transient flattery swell and shine
+ Of knaves who suck their substance all away.
+
+
+
+
+THE MIRY LANE.
+
+
+ We looked o'er the gate on a wearisome lane,
+ Tracked afar by cold gleams of the new fallen rain;
+ An emblem it seemed of that oft-trodden road,
+ The sorrowful life, and its final abode,
+ With its mire of transgressions and furrows of care,
+ Its pools full of tears, and its sloughs of despair;
+ And we sighed to perceive it was lost to our view
+ Amid desolate wilds and vague ridges of blue.
+ But there flamed up the welkin a ravishing change,
+ That engulphed in its splendours the misty cloud range,
+ And the path that we shuddered at caught the sky's fire,
+ The pools flushed in silver, and gold was its mire;
+ And we smiled in our hearts when we saw that it led
+ Right into the sunset 'neath streamers of red.
+ Faith's path will reflect the celestial glow,
+ And bring heaven to the heart wheresoever we go;
+ Deep and rough it may be, yet they sing on the road
+ Who know that it ends in the welcome of God.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE DOUBTFUL RACE.
+
+
+ Beyond the hill his vessel lies,
+ Would he were safe upon its side,
+ Who now through brake and thicket flies
+ To gain the ferry in his stride.
+
+ Loitering at first, though well he knew
+ That time and tide for no man wait,
+ He dreads to think what ills pursue
+ The idle seaman all too late.
+
+ Nelson, himself a nation's power,
+ Victor of hosts in every clime,
+ Stood ready aye before the hour,
+ Nor ever deigned to race with time.
+
+
+
+
+THE SLIDING BOY.
+
+
+ He shouts, he slides, my rosy boy,
+ A moment, then comes rattling down;
+ Youth's type is here, a slippery joy,
+ A sudden fall, a bleeding crown.
+
+ He rises, brushing off the tears
+ In silence as he glides again;
+ And typifies through all our years
+ The soberer course which follows pain.
+
+
+
+
+YOUTH.
+
+
+ That thoughtless child of sport and truth,
+ I cannot with reproaches stone,
+ O loving, laughing, trusting youth,
+ For ever, ever gone!
+
+ Sin taints, alas! the old and young,
+ And thou hast duly borne the rod;
+ And often for a venial wrong,
+ Thou sweetest gift of God.
+
+ I love to muse upon the boy,
+ And his sublime aspirings trace,
+ When hand in hand with Hope and Joy
+ He challenged Fate to race.
+
+ Still in my heart I fain would bear
+ Some flowers of his beyond the tomb,
+ Perhaps the crystal waters there
+ May renovate their bloom.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE FERRY OF DEATH.
+
+
+ When o'er death's ferry youth departs,
+ Upbraid not his reluctant moan;
+ Think of the loved and loving hearts
+ He leaves, to cross the gulf alone.
+
+ But when life's sun is low i' the west,
+ Calmly we may our turn abide,
+ For most of those we love the best
+ Are shining on the other side.
+
+
+
+
+THE FORGE AND THE SUNSET.
+
+
+ The sunset pales along the height,
+ The smithy flashes free below,
+ And ever in the thickening light
+ The forge emits a lustier glow.
+
+ As Faith declines, with grosser flame
+ Earth's passion thus our being fills;
+ And Heaven becomes a fading name,
+ A glimmer o'er death's shadowy hills.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNDERGROWTH.
+
+
+ In yonder grove the woodman's bill
+ The pillared trees by scores hath laid,
+ But Nature every gap will fill,
+ The springing undergrowth will spread,
+ And we shall half forget the ill,
+ So rich the greenery overhead.
+
+ Thus Death, the hewer, down may smite
+ Into the depths where all must blend,
+ The dearest from our daily sight,
+ Yet love shall never lack a friend;
+ Still proffer us the young and bright
+ Such kindly escort to the end.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+WINTER IN MAY.
+
+
+ Winter! black-browed and bearded with the snows,
+ We thought thee vexed with April's wanton ways
+ Brooding afar amid the Arctic floes,
+ Or with new icebergs fringing dreary bays.
+
+ Loyal we honoured thy appointed time,
+ And crowned thee January's lawful king;
+ Why falls thy crushing sceptre edged with rime
+ Upon the verdant loveliness of spring?
+
+ We think of Holbein's pencil, quaint and coarse,
+ And that weird skeleton in ghastly pride
+ Haling to doom with such superfluous force
+ All in her flowery youth the virgin bride.
+
+
+
+
+THE SOLITARY.
+
+
+ Aweary of his worldly life,
+ The tempter to elude,
+ The hermit flies from work and strife
+ To desert solitude.
+
+ But there, alas! finds no repose
+ From Fancy's Comus crew,
+ Since dream he must, where'er he goes,
+ With nothing else to do.
+
+ Would'st drive such imps from heart and brain,
+ Take, then, the ancient way,
+ Prescribed in many a holy strain,
+ And work as well as pray.
+
+
+
+
+THE GOLDEN MEAN.
+
+
+ All inaccessible a Tree arose
+ Amid the shining mountains of Cathay,
+ Its head was capp'd with numbing mists and snows,
+ Around its root a fiery whirlpool lay;
+
+ But midway 'twixt the furnace and the cloud
+ Bright fruits were by the keen-eyed watchers seen;
+ "There," cried the sage to the excited crowd,
+ "Behold the treasures of the Golden Mean."
+
+ Then girt he some with wings, and won to skill
+ Through many a fall between the earth and sun,
+ The wings bore names--th' indomitable Will,
+ And Faith--by these the glorious prize they won.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+AUTUMN.
+
+
+ He sat among the yellowing trees,
+ Low winds to beech and oak did call,
+ Murmuring of Nature's old decrees
+ And yearly tribute to the Fall.
+
+ Now is there silence all around,
+ And you may hear the branches cast
+ Their offerings on the fragrant ground,
+ 'Tis here an acorn, there a mast.
+
+ And thus in life's autumnal grove,
+ At intervals, with bated breath,
+ We hear the ripe ones whom we love
+ Drop to the quiet home of death.
+
+
+
+
+JUSTISSIMA TELLUS.
+
+
+ Dear mother Earth, no usurer thou,
+ Since all who heed thy liberal law,
+ For every dint of spade or plough
+ On vale or heath or mountain brow,
+ A full and punctual interest draw.
+
+ And still thy richest sheaves are they
+ Which, in the ripeness of the years,
+ The angel-reapers bear away
+ To glory and eternal day,
+ When nought of thee but dust appears.
+
+ Thrice happy they who trace the line
+ In every quickening field and grove
+ Of heaven's munificent design,
+ The recompense of life divine
+ For toiling days of faithful love.
+
+
+
+
+THE FLINTY FIELD.
+
+
+ You scorn our hill of glittering flints
+ As though 'twere sown with dragon's teeth,
+ For that the surface gives no hints,
+ No hopes of genial growth beneath.
+
+ Judge not the surface, bide the hour
+ When He, whose grace can melt the rock,
+ Shall bid o'er every flint to tower
+ A hundred-headed golden shock.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+HOME AND ABROAD.
+
+
+ Black and white in a windy war--
+ Lo! wave devouring wave,
+ And wilder as we look afar
+ The ocean monsters rave.
+
+ But here, within this sheltering bight,
+ A glossy sheet upcurls
+ In whispering cadence low and light,
+ Its rainbows fringed with pearls.
+
+ Secluded thus from outer brawl,
+ In unambitious ease,
+ Be ours the lowly home where all
+ Is tuned to love and peace.
+
+
+
+
+DISTANT SOUNDS.
+
+
+ The children at their evening play
+ Shout from the village street;
+ The wind blows all that's rude away,
+ The rest is gay and sweet.
+
+ So from our garden seat on high,
+ We love the sound to hear,
+ For distance that enchants the eye
+ Can fascinate the ear.
+
+ Trills that distract us from the cage
+ Were in the woods a joy;
+ Who scans too narrowly life's page
+ Will many a boon destroy.
+
+
+
+
+THE FRIENDLY THORN.
+
+
+ I thought an asp had stung my hand
+ While thridding Narnis' fragrant wood,
+ When lo! in purpling blushes grand,
+ As if my homage to command,
+ The queen of all wild roses stood.
+
+ The captive beauty soon I bound
+ My lady's bosom to adorn,--
+ Beauty whose joy I ne'er had found,
+ Upon that tangled briery mound,
+ But for the sharp and friendly thorn.
+
+ So hearts that slept from hour to hour,
+ Pierced to the quick by sorrow's cry,
+ Awake to fresh inspiring power,
+ And clasp Faith's brightest purest flower,
+ The rose divine of Charity.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+HAPPINESS.
+
+
+ To figure true felicity
+ This picture doth intend,
+ A pleasant road, sweet company,
+ And God's house at the end.
+
+
+
+
+BRIDEGROOM TO BRIDE.
+
+ To the happy all things are heavenly.
+
+
+ Where'er I turn this blessed day,
+ 'Tis heaven and sunshine every way;
+ With heavenly songs and heavenly hues,
+ Mingle the birds, and flowers, and dews.
+ Lo! here within the crystal moat
+ Heaven's clouds like radiant islands float,
+ And high above the golden hill
+ Smiles heavenly summer blue and still.
+ I gaze into thy loving eyes,
+ Heaven there in twofold azure lies;
+ And when I glance into my heart,
+ 'Tis heaven indeed--for there thou art!
+
+
+
+
+THE EAR-RING.
+
+
+ An ear-ring you devise
+ For your affianced girl;
+ No diamond will suffice,
+ Nor wealth of lustrous pearl,
+
+ But call her "dearest dear,"
+ Swear nought your love shall sever,
+ If true, you deck her ear
+ With gems that shine for ever.
+
+
+
+
+THE GARDEN POOL.
+
+
+ Charmed by the lily's golden eye,
+ I rest upon this margin cool,
+ And think what leagues of azure sky
+ Are mirrored in the tiny pool.
+
+ Delicious emblem of the mind
+ Whose fancy rules this bright parterre,
+ Ever 'mid sweetest flowers I find
+ The depths of heaven reflected there.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE SCARECROW.
+
+
+ "O Bella! what strange wight is there,
+ Dark on the evening sky,
+ With flowing cloak, and streaming hair,
+ And head so grandly high?
+
+ I feel a throbbing at my heart,
+ For William 'tis too soon;
+ See how he waves his arms apart
+ Saluting the new moon!
+
+ Oh, clear as daylight is the truth,
+ Blinder than bats were we,
+ It is the long-haired foreign youth
+ Who sang last night to me.
+
+ He sang of Fatherland and Rhine;
+ Hush, O provoking cow!
+ I heard the sweet preluding line,
+ The whispering notes, I vow."
+
+ But nearer as they drew to see,
+ O phantasy forlorn!
+ They find for love and melody
+ A scarecrow in the corn.
+
+
+
+
+WE JUDGE OTHERS BY OURSELVES.
+
+
+ Here within this golden grove,
+ Paved with many a purple flower,
+ Here I sit and wait my love
+ Through the May-day's parting hour.
+
+ Where the budding gnomons throw
+ Lengthening shadows far and near,
+ Mute I sit as man of snow,
+ Till my darling's voice I hear.
+
+ Ah! your mirth my passion stirs,
+ Mine who am so old and frail;
+ Bear with me, O lusty sirs!
+ For my love's the nightingale.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAY FIGURE.
+
+ Vanità che par persona.--DANTE, _Inf. 6_.
+
+
+ There smirks in many a painter's room,
+ With padded limbs and varnished face,
+ A quaint machine that can assume
+ Each attitude that art would trace.
+
+ This doll adult, when featly tired,
+ Can all that's great or fair display,
+ Warrior, or dame, or saint inspired,
+ Prince, troubadour, or lovely may.
+
+ And far beyond the studio's bound,
+ In court and camp, in church or mart,
+ Living machines like this are found,
+ Which lure the eye but mock the heart.
+
+ On wooden-headed soulless guys
+ We see such draping splendours thrust;
+ But raise the robe, and all surprise
+ Closes in pity and disgust.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE WINDMILL.
+
+
+ That windmill with its sails at rest
+ A thing immovable appears,
+ And o'er the little hamlet nest
+ The symbol of Salvation rears.
+
+ But when its arms the breezes spurn,
+ 'Tis Fortune's wheel we image there;
+ Reared and depress'd they show in turn
+ Hope, joy, dejection, and despair.
+
+ Unstable souls, the Church at peace,
+ Seem steadfast thus in high resolve,
+ But in her storms and perils--these
+ Through many a shifting phase revolve.
+
+
+
+
+FAIRIES AND FACTORIES.
+
+
+ They crush with piles and tear with thundering wheel
+ The rainbow arches from the torrent's spray;
+ The frightened Fairies, sure of no appeal,
+ Pair off in mournful minuets away.
+
+ So drudging life stamps out with daily pain
+ Our brightest, lightest fancies one by one;
+ Oh, may we hope to see them shine again
+ Beyond this working world, beyond the sun!
+
+
+
+
+RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.
+
+
+ The youthful Furius sped so fast
+ Before his folly's roaring wind,
+ His wildest mates he overpass'd,
+ And health and sense were left behind.
+
+ Now turned fanatic devotee
+ He deems his mother church too slow,
+ So charters some new craft that he
+ A readier way to Heaven may go.
+
+ Take heed, my Furius, lest you sail
+ For love and patience all too fast,
+ Without their convoy faith may quail
+ A prey to pirate pride at last.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+INEXPERIENCE.
+
+ Eye of stranger magnifies danger.
+
+
+ "Adown the dreadful glacis madly borne,
+ Against that foaming barricado cast,
+ The barque is doomed! and with a hissing scorn
+ The surge will dance upon the foundering mast."
+
+ The landsman thus; the seaman smiles, quoth he,
+ "The barque and wave, together mount and fall;
+ The horse upholds his rider, so will she
+ Career in triumph o'er the watery brawl.
+
+ "Oft inexperience brandeth for a bane
+ That which for noble uses wisdom gave;
+ The path I hail to glory or to gain
+ To you, untried, reflects an ocean grave."
+
+
+
+
+THE SUNKEN IRON-CLAD.
+
+
+ O concentration of brute force!
+ Rhinoceros of the deeps!
+ O ugly Delos on whose shores
+ No soft Latona sleeps!
+
+ Scant room in thee for birth or love
+ 'Mid monsters furnace-born,
+ The iron-throated guns above,
+ Below, the ripping horn.
+
+ Heaven grant ere long we find in thee
+ An emblem of all war
+ Beneath the waves of Time's deep sea
+ Buried for evermore!
+
+
+
+
+THE MASTER'S WILL.
+
+
+ Two Caravels to sea were gone,
+ Two striplings passed the city gate;
+ A shattered hull returns alone,
+ A brother wails a brother's fate.
+
+ But who elects for good or ill?
+ Distrust not mercy though bereft;
+ Though storm winds shriek the Master's will,
+ One taken and the other left.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+NOW OR NEVER.
+
+ He who loses luck abuses.
+
+
+ We stalked the great stag down the glen,
+ Once more, alas! I failed to kill;
+ Such is the lot of luckless men,
+ Despite their energy and skill.
+ And now he's safe beyond our ken
+ Upon the steep and misty hill.
+
+ He'll come again, but not to-day,
+ Where meet in one the foaming burns,
+ While I in fortune's windy play
+ Am tossed afar from braes and ferns,
+ So plaineth he who throws away
+ The happy chance that ne'er returns.
+
+
+
+
+LABOUR LOST.
+
+
+ The roads were rock, the sky was flame,
+ The seething mob filled strand and quay,
+ Where came an ancient curious dame
+ Three leagues afoot the launch to see.
+
+ Now as she stooped amid the crowd,
+ Stooped to remove a galling stone,
+ She heard a shouting rash and loud;
+ She raised her head--the launch was gone.
+
+ O dame! as thou art such are they
+ Who after years of care and cost,
+ The burning hope of many a day
+ By one ignoble stoop have lost.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOST FISH.
+
+
+ "Ah!" cries the boy, "was never seen
+ A fish like that which broke my rod,
+ Such weight, such breadth of scaly sheen,
+ A sucking whale he might have been,
+ A grampus or Newfoundland cod."
+
+ Thus in our aims we all are boys,
+ And Fortune's present grace abuse;
+ For, ever of all earthly toys,
+ Love, honours, triumph, gain, or joys,
+ The richest is the one we lose.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+STRIKING THE TENT.
+
+
+ This quaint round bower, this sheltering canvas cave,
+ In which we ate and slept, and prayed, and planned,
+ Falls in a moment, when to yonder slave
+ Expectant of the sign my hand I wave,
+ All limp and shapeless on the desert sand.
+
+ Depart in peace, O wanderer of Useit!
+ Rejoicing in thy strength the mountain tread,
+ Yet never may'st thou this memento slight;
+ Erect to-day for labour and delight,
+ To-morrow prone among the dusty dead.
+
+
+
+
+THE TURKISH BRIDGE.
+
+
+ Whene'er we saw the arches gleam,
+ We shouted trending down the ridge,
+ "Better by far to ford the stream,
+ Than trust the doubtful Turkish bridge."
+
+ Such, are false promises believed;
+ Such, confidence and love betrayed;
+ Such those who having once deceived
+ A warning offer, not an aid.
+
+
+
+
+THE CROCODILE.
+
+
+ This monstrous Effet on the solid ground
+ Right on and on can work his easy way,
+ But in his cramping plates of armour bound,
+ Slowly and sorely wheels his length around,
+ And so eludes him every nimble prey.
+
+ So have we known through prejudice and use,
+ A mind that crawls in one pernicious groove,
+ A dreary tunnel with the narrowest views,
+ A cumbrous mind inflexibly obtuse,
+ Which reason cannot turn nor feeling move.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE MOUNTAINS OF EL TIH.
+
+
+ The pilgrim on the bleached El Tih
+ Stares at the rocky wall awhile,
+ Nor through the shadeless glare can see,
+ Rift, pathway, or defile.
+
+ Yet, just one burning corner past,
+ Behold the glittering cliffs dispart;
+ He finds himself ascending fast
+ Into the mountain's heart.
+
+ When troubles thus a barrier raise,
+ Oh, yield not to despair or wrath,
+ Press for the turn; by His own ways
+ Great God will show the path.
+
+
+
+
+DAMASCUS IN THE EVENING.
+
+
+ The dream of an enchanted home
+ Set in an emerald frame,
+ Peach bloom, and topaz walls, and dome,
+ And minarets of flame;
+ So the great city flashed on us,
+ Descending Antilibanus.
+
+ From lower slopes a change we see;
+ The towers, like white-stoled maids,
+ All bleached to purest ivory,
+ Arise from purple shades:
+ So the great city smiled on us,
+ Descending Antilibanus.
+
+ But soon within her gates we found
+ The grace and glory gone:
+ Darkness for splendour all around,
+ And clay for precious stone.
+ Was this the joy that beamed on us,
+ Descending Antilibanus?
+
+ Again a change--a door we pass--
+ O magical surprise!
+ Fount, lamps, divans, arcaded glass,
+ A traveller's paradise!
+ Emblems of life and death with us
+ We brought from Antilibanus.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO GOATS.
+
+
+ Two goats met on an Alpine ridge,
+ Sharp, sheer, and horrible to see;
+ One crouched and formed a living bridge,
+ And so they passed unscathed and free.
+
+ That both might prosper one must bend,
+ Oh, learn the lesson, reader mine!
+ So shalt thou compass mercy's end,
+ And so conform to love divine.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE ARAB WELL.
+
+
+ Ah me! it is a cruel spell
+ For Truth as for mankind,
+ If to the depth of yonder well
+ The goddess be consigned.
+
+ For there the sex in daily rout
+ With scandal taint the air;
+ No lying rumour runs about
+ But hath a mother there.
+
+ Dumb Truth the while in that dark place
+ A laughing-stock is laid;
+ They dash the bucket in her face,
+ Widow, and wife, and maid.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD CROCODILE.
+
+
+ Upon the bank of ancient Nile,
+ A shoal of Arab boys
+ Belaboured a dead crocodile,
+ With oriental noise.
+
+ They cursed his mother and his beard,
+ They cursed his spotted sire,
+ They kicked, and smote, and spat, and jeered,
+ And pelted him with mire.
+
+ They lashed a cord around his jaws,
+ They sat astride his back,
+ They twisted round his webbed claws,
+ And made the sinews crack.
+
+ When all at once the cold dead thing,
+ As by Galvani's art,
+ Its flabby tail appeared to swing
+ With momentary start.
+
+ Away, away, fled every one,
+ Round corners and up trees,
+ And left the monster all alone
+ In death's unbroken peace.
+
+ Emblem of cowardice is here,
+ Patent to mind and eye:
+ What they deserve such wretches fear,
+ Without a danger nigh.
+
+
+
+
+THE HYĈNA.
+
+
+ I saw a foul hyĉna led,
+ Two slaves his snout had bound,
+ Captured within a tomb they said,
+ And showed his jaws still reeking red
+ With blood from holy ground.
+
+ Vile scribblers in their greed of gold,
+ Thus through death's cerements thrust,
+ 'Mid scandals there obscene and old,
+ And tales of darkness best untold,
+ Battening on filthy dust.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+GRATITUDE.
+
+
+ The Moslem who accepts your alms
+ Thanks God alone, the kind and true;
+ The Frank, if guerdon cross his palms,
+ Thanks only you.
+
+ Both kindness here, and grace above,
+ Duly should every heart confess;
+ And they who slight a brother's love,
+ Slight God's no less.
+
+
+
+
+THE NUBIAN BOATMEN.
+
+
+ These bronze-armed slaves so lithe and strong,
+ Row on for many a glassy mile
+ Through burning hours, and all the while
+ They praise in sweet recurring song,
+ "The Lord that brings the Nile."
+
+ O thou, recumbent traveller, note
+ Approval of their simple ways,
+ Who lighten toil with pious lays;
+ 'Twere ill adown life's stream to float
+ Without or work or praise.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM.
+
+
+ Now the Christian pilgrim wanders
+ 'Mid ravines of sin and care;
+ On the craggy ledge he ponders,
+ Probing all with staff of prayer.
+
+ Freshened by the wayside fountain
+ With the flag of peace still furled,
+ Lo! he hails the shining mountain
+ O'er the ruins of the world.
+
+ There upon the heights of glory,
+ Lettered on the golden clay,
+ He shall read Earth's complex story
+ And his banner float for aye.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE FORGET-ME-NOT.
+
+
+ Among the meadow-grasses dank
+ That fringe the running stream,
+ This little flower begems the bank
+ With turquoise-coloured gleam.
+
+ Emblem of many a mortal's lot,
+ Who, tracking bygone years,
+ Still finds the sweet Forget-me-not
+ Fast by the fount of tears.
+
+
+
+
+TEXTS ON TOMBSTONES.
+
+
+ Where round our church the pious stones
+ Watch the green pillows of the dead,
+ Pass not, but read in reverent tones
+ The silent Scripture overhead.
+
+ From desert peak the storm-cloud poured
+ Light on the tables of the Law,
+ But sunshine here o'er flowers and sward
+ Reveals the grace that softens awe.
+
+ And faith will greet on many a tomb
+ An emblem of His loving speech
+ Who said, if every mouth were dumb
+ The very stones His truth would teach.
+
+
+
+
+ROSE GARDEN AT ASHRIDGE.
+
+
+ Softly at noontide one reposes
+ When sunshine melts the thought to dream,
+ Within this labyrinth of roses
+ Whose centre is the fountain's gleam.
+
+ We match our mortal life and beauty,
+ With this ineffable array
+ Of creatures free from sin and duty,
+ Delicious even in decay;
+
+ And love, in you, O blooms and fountain,
+ A brilliant emblem here to own
+ Of souls upon the shining mountain,
+ Exulting round the Mercy throne,
+
+ Where, lovelier than the loveliest flowers,
+ And all like you in God's employ,
+ They shine their everlasting hours,
+ And shed around a glorious joy.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE HEIFER DEPRIVED OF HER MATES.
+
+
+ For absent friends and interrupted loves
+ See yonder solitary heifer mourn,
+ As questing vainly round the close she roves,
+ Of all her spotted yoke-fellows forlorn.
+
+ Quickened like us this thing of kindred clay
+ Frets with our passions, trembles with our fears,
+ But lacking spirit-wings it finds no way
+ To hopes that shine above the fount of tears.
+
+
+
+
+DUCKS AT PLAY.
+
+
+ They flirt and flounce with many a quack and blow,
+ Those ducks intoxicate with summer rain;
+ Then deeply dive, and hidden long below,
+ From unexpected places rise again.
+
+ Thus our old playmates in life's widening stream,
+ Amid the crossing currents disappear,
+ Yet haply show again as in a dream
+ With startling gladness after many a year.
+
+
+
+
+THE TAME HARE.
+
+
+ Was never beast so cautious seen
+ As Tiny our pet hare;
+ He sniffs at dado, chair, and screen,
+ With such suspicious care.
+
+ Yet when his nightly quest is o'er,
+ Each rift and corner scanned,
+ He'll spring around and snatch his store
+ Of parsley from my hand.
+
+ With Puss let all suspicion end;
+ The jealous heart will rue;
+ Ah! never doubt an ancient friend,
+ Though wary with the new.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE WATCHFUL DOG.
+
+
+ One ear he held, a flapping dockleaf, low,
+ The other pricking like a horn on high;
+ This heeded all around that come and go,
+ And this the larks careering up the sky.
+
+ Smile, twofold man, yet own your emblem here,
+ Spirit and flesh alert for duty's call;
+ And, 'mid the discords of this earthly sphere,
+ Hearken the voice of Heaven above them all.
+
+
+
+
+THE PUPPIES AND THE THUNDER.
+
+
+ We heard the puppies madly scold,
+ When crashed on high the thundering peal;
+ They leaped aloft, as though to hold
+ The lightning by the heel.
+
+ And as the flashes followed fast,
+ Still sharper rang the yelping tone,
+ Till hoarse and worn they sank at last,
+ Yet rolled the thunder on.
+
+ So worth above detraction's rout
+ Maintains its even lofty course,
+ And clamour ceases, wearied out
+ With its own futile force.
+
+
+
+
+EMBLEM OF TRUE PHILOSOPHY.
+
+
+ At fashion's call with cruel shears
+ They cropped poor Tray's superfluous ears;
+ Twice shrieked the mutilated pup,
+ Then sniffed and ate the fragments up,
+ Nor stayed his losses to deplore,
+ But wagged his tail and craved for more.
+ Here, without Tupper, we may see
+ The marrow of philosophy,
+ The how and where with natural ease
+ To stow away our miseries;
+ Nor simply to gulp down our pain,
+ But turn disaster into gain;
+ And when her scissors shear our pate
+ To batten on the spoils of Fate.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE GUIDE-POST.
+
+
+ Vainly, unlettered youth, you come
+ And scrutinise each painted word,
+ No aid those arms all fixed and dumb,
+ To your perplexity afford.
+
+ God's ministers life's guide-posts are,
+ And to the people roundly tell
+ At each cross road and thoroughfare,
+ The track to Heaven, the ways to Hell.
+
+ Still more, they purge the darkened mind
+ With helping hands and tongues of fire;
+ What boots the guide-post to the blind,
+ Or paralytic in the mire?
+
+
+
+
+THE WAYSIDE MONITOR.
+
+
+ To one of Nature's loving tricks
+ Chance lent a solemn power,
+ A skull beneath a crucifix
+ Upheld a shining flower.
+
+ This by the road a traveller saw,
+ And wondering could not chuse
+ But nearer still and nearer draw,
+ In silence then to muse.
+
+ To faith he owned with bated breath
+ An emblematic call;
+ Life blooming in the jaws of death,
+ And Jesus over all.
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOMERANG.
+
+
+ On isles within a distant zone,
+ Where bows are slighted or unknown,
+ Of toughest wood they say is made
+ A missile with a curving blade,
+ Which at an angle cleaves the air,
+ And smites its victim unaware.
+ But, should a hand unskilful throw,
+ It works an unexpected woe,
+ Swift on its owner whirling back
+ Like levin on its deadly track.
+ So from malicious lips slung forth,
+ False words of calumny or wrath
+ Recoil upon the utterer's heart,
+ Inflicting with remorseful dart
+ The festering wound, so slow to heal
+ In breasts that are not brass or steel.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE WRONG PLACE.
+
+
+ Friend Colin reared his country seat
+ Close to a group of noble trees,
+ He blessed their shadows in the heat,
+ He blessed their music in the breeze.
+
+ Grown old and sere, he dreads their fall,
+ 'Tis safety waging war with taste;
+ He cries, "Down with them one and all,
+ Were never wych elms so misplaced."
+
+ So they who neither thought nor planned
+ Hold for secure some transient good,
+ And having built upon the sand,
+ Declaim against the wind and flood.
+
+
+
+
+THE WRONG TIME.
+
+
+ Some indiscreet Abderite boys
+ Within a limpet's hollow,
+ Offer'd in laurel-juice blue flies
+ As victims to Apollo.
+
+ The god appeased will bless, they thought,
+ Our tasks of prose and rhyme;
+ So they the flitting insects caught,
+ But lost the flitting time.
+
+ When Pedagogue their progress tries,
+ Nor finds the lesson done,
+ In vain they plead the sacrifice,
+ He whips them every one.
+
+
+
+
+TRAVELLING FOR EXCITEMENT.
+
+
+ I heard the great gorilla roar,
+ My icy blood did curdling creep,
+ Astride the Erymanthian boar,
+ The brute came crashing through my sleep.
+
+ I woke, and there all fleecy white,
+ My dainty dog in sunshine played,
+ His feathery paw, which caused the fright,
+ Upon my bosom gently laid.
+
+ "Thank heaven," I gasped, and quivering cried,
+ For still the roaring shook my ear,
+ "Why seek Gaboona's deadly tide,
+ When I can thrill in safety here?"
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE HAWSER.
+
+
+ We saw a crew in bygone years
+ Bear out a hawser long and good,
+ Which to the tune of mighty cheers
+ That stirred our hearts and stunned our ears,
+ Drew forth a barque from shoal and mud.
+
+ Large-hearted love thus flies to save
+ Some victim of life's treacherous sea,
+ From the oppressor's deadly cave,
+ From calumny's o'erwhelming wave,
+ Or sordid sink of poverty.
+
+
+
+
+TRAINED CORMORANTS.
+
+
+ These cormorants bear a metal ring,
+ The channel of their greed to stay,
+ So trained--they are not taught to sing--
+ They dive at will and catch and bring,
+ But cannot gorge the prey.
+
+ When orators in their excess
+ Blab forth what prudence would conceal,
+ Say, could their partisans wish less
+ Than for a ring their throats to press,
+ And throttle half their zeal?
+
+
+
+
+THE BAT.
+
+
+ O plumeless bird, O legless mouse;
+ Between the night and day,
+ Flitting around my summer-house
+ In quest of insect prey.
+
+ In thee a type of man is seen,
+ Half ape, half angel he,
+ Hope chases the dim hours between
+ Blank and eternity.
+
+ But when his twilight course is o'er,
+ Freed from the bestial clay,
+ Above the angels he shall soar
+ In everlasting day.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+WATERFALL BY THE SEA.
+
+
+ This little fountain night and day
+ So far from all the flowers,
+ Chants to itself, and flings away
+ A wealth of diamond showers.
+
+ Incessantly without demand,
+ Here Nature's purest gift
+ Moistens the unproductive sand,
+ Or floats the base sea-drift.
+
+ So from the living Rock above,
+ On stony hearts and ears
+ The message falls of Gospel love,
+ Where not a fruit appears.
+
+ Judge not, O stranger, thus, but know
+ There many a thirsty fleet
+ Has filled its casks to overflow,
+ And found the water sweet.
+
+ Though hearts awhile may stony prove,
+ And fruitless as the main,
+ God's mingled stream of truth and love
+ Has never flowed in vain.
+
+
+
+
+THE DYING SWAN.
+
+
+ _Host._
+
+ Tell me, O pilgrim! for my soul is stirred,
+ On what far shore the willing winds prolong
+ The melody of that imperial bird
+ Which sings to chill-eared death its only song.
+
+
+ _Pilgrim._
+
+ Not mine Ogygian secrets to impart;
+ But this they said where vague Meander shone,
+ That only he who hath the poet's heart
+ May hear the music of the dying swan.
+
+
+
+
+THE PEACOCK.
+
+
+ O paragon of feathered grace,
+ What charms thy neck enfold,
+ Backed by that glorious orbed space
+ Thick starred with eyes of gold.
+
+ Though Philomela soothe the night,
+ 'Tis thine to paint the day;
+ And each a splendour and delight
+ Sheds on our earthly way.
+
+ So in thy beauty I rejoice,
+ Nor flout thy tuneless cries;
+ Peacocks with Philomela's voice,
+ Sing but in Paradise.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE HUNTER.
+
+ True Faith.
+
+
+ A royal boon for man's delight
+ We deem this noble steed,
+ So great in his enduring might
+ Of courage, spring, and speed.
+
+ And as from coronet to crest
+ I muse the creature o'er,
+ There rises freely in my breast
+ One happy emblem more.
+
+ 'Tis Faith, the spirit-steed so strong,
+ God's gift to our poor race,
+ Which bears the soul of man along
+ Through duty's arduous chase.
+
+ With reason's rein his fervour guide
+ O soul, he'll carry thee
+ Safe up the jagged mountain's side
+ As on the level lea.
+
+ Alike to him the morn outspread,
+ Or midnight on his way,
+ The fields of light where he was bred
+ Know neither night nor day.
+
+ The floods in vain lift up their voice,
+ No slough makes him despond;
+ His rider smiles at ocean's voice,
+ And cries, "Beyond! beyond!"
+
+ He leaps with a sublime delight
+ O'er ĉther's flaming zones,
+ And cheers the rider with the sight
+ Of Heaven and all its thrones.
+
+ Best at the last, he knows not death;
+ And when the chase is o'er,
+ Changes the simple name of "Faith"
+ To "Joy for evermore."
+
+
+
+
+THE RACER.
+
+
+ While to the racer swift and strong,
+ Inexorable fate
+ Assigns the weight, the spur, the thong,
+ The choking struggle sharp and long,
+ The owner wins the plate.
+
+ Falls to the hind rasped down by toil,
+ And prematurely old,
+ The scanty dole his only spoil
+ From lifelong battle with the soil,
+ The master wins the gold.
+
+ Now comes a crying through the air,
+ The peasant's righteous call;
+ Lords of the land in liberal care
+ Earth's profit with the workers share,
+ And we'll be winners all.
+
+
+
+
+THE SYBARITES.
+
+ Valour, not ornament, Wins the life tournament.
+
+
+ The silken Sybarites, we know,
+ In their superfluous elegance,
+ To measured music, swift or slow,
+ Had trained their battle steeds to dance.
+
+ 'Twas thus they fell before the flutes
+ Of that sagacious Spartan crew,
+ For with the caracoling brutes
+ What could such dainty riders do?
+
+ O tutors! nerve your pupils' hearts
+ With energy for strenuous deeds,
+ Or all your sciences and arts
+ May prove but Sybaritic steeds.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+FRANCIS PERRIER THE ENGRAVER.
+
+ With our needs change our deeds.
+
+
+ That coinless youth who left his home
+ Was wealthy in an ardent soul,
+ For, failing other ways to Rome,
+ He led the blind and shared his dole.
+
+ But when the guidance reached its end,
+ The sacred seat of art and fame,
+ His skilful burin stood his friend,
+ And won him competence and name.
+
+ He leads no more the poor and blind,
+ His walk in life is altered quite;
+ The rich he guides to art refined,
+ And caters for the keenest sight.
+
+
+
+
+ROME.
+
+
+ Three symbols in one sketch combine
+ The charms, O Rome, we find in thee,
+ The dome, the monument, the pine,
+ Nature, and Art, and Memory.
+
+
+
+
+THEODORIC.
+
+ "Conscience makes cowards of us all."
+
+
+ A tale grotesque in old-world story read
+ Of conscience in its dread fantastic force,
+ Tells at a banquet how a fish's head
+ Wrought in the tyrant an insane remorse.
+
+ For great Theodoric with blood imbrued,
+ Blood of the guiltless, was to death struck down,
+ When in the dull-eyed sturgeon's face he viewed
+ Stark murdered Symmachus' avenging frown.
+
+
+
+
+SOCIAL LIFE A PICNIC.
+
+
+ By many an image, saint and sage
+ Have figured human life;
+ A mart, a maze, a pilgrimage,
+ A race, a battle strife.
+
+ And many another he might phrase
+ Who studies as they pass
+ The human emmet's social ways,
+ Through observation's glass.
+
+ So in my emblem I compare
+ Life to that summer feast
+ Where every guest supplies a share,
+ The greatest and the least,
+
+ In this wide hall which God hath built
+ And hung with landscapes round,
+ Whose belted dome at night is gilt
+ With stars on azure ground.
+
+ And here beneath the varying sky,
+ 'Mid meadows, streams, and trees,
+ I place my motley company
+ Reclined in summer ease.
+
+ In circles set by chance or choice,
+ Custom, or birth, or creed;
+ Yet none so wide but hand or voice
+ May minister at need.
+
+ To live and let live their intent,
+ And viands interchange,
+ Piquant, and sweet, and succulent,
+ The homely and the strange.
+
+ Bitters and acids some supply,
+ And some the loving cup,
+ While some exhibit wondrously
+ A zeal for stirring up.
+
+ Lo, where apart by fount and rock
+ Sit lovers all in pairs;
+ Here grin buffoons, here cynics mock
+ Our follies and our cares.
+
+ See too the bores, expect no less
+ From any crowd on earth;
+ These teach us patience, we confess,
+ And give them ample berth.
+
+ Now let us range from group to group,
+ And mingle where we may;
+ Let no one scoff, or scorn to stoop,
+ It is but clay to clay.
+
+ Here all may gain, and all rejoice
+ Beneath the genial law
+ Proclaimed by Nature's loving voice
+ From Siam to Loch Awe.
+
+ "Mingle," she cries, "a glance, a tone
+ May play an angel's part,
+ And serve to pulverise the stone
+ Which chills the lonely heart."
+
+ "Mingle," she cries, "Who loves us best,
+ Society decreed;
+ And inequality the test
+ Of love in every need."
+
+ Here some are grand in gems and silk,
+ Some grim in ragged grey,
+ Poor parents bring but "mother's milk,"
+ And millionaires Tokay.
+
+ Some as if empty-handed come;
+ Yet with brave sound and show
+ Add to the brilliance and the hum;
+ Life scarce might these forego.
+
+ And faithful guests will aye believe
+ The poor who nought afford,
+ Welcomed, bring more than they receive,
+ In blessings from the Lord.
+
+ And surely 'twere a godless roll
+ Whose record should exclude
+ The hearts that feed the hungry soul
+ With spiritual food.
+
+ The cates that wit and science bring,
+ Beauty, and art, and joy,
+ The arms that toil and tongues that sing
+ Might Homer's lyre employ.
+
+ My emblem briefly would express
+ The wealth of deed and speech
+ Man brings to man, wherewith to bless
+ All hearts within their reach,
+
+ So they observe as they approve,
+ The golden rule divine,
+ His sacramental law of Love
+ Who blessed the bread and wine.
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+THE HIPPOCAMPUS, OR SEA-HORSE.
+
+
+ Sea minnow this with pony's crest,
+ Just one of Amphitrite's toys,
+ With which her Nereids coax to rest
+ The little stormy Triton boys;
+
+ In truth, a tiny twisted thing
+ Which cast upon that golden shore
+ The dark-eyed boys to strangers bring
+ Where sang Parthenope of yore.
+
+ Device befitting sculptured page
+ Quaintly with whiffs of song entwined,
+ Waif from the ebbing tide of age,
+ A Hippocampus of the mind,
+
+ Which seeks from out the old and new,
+ A happy cento to compile,
+ Whose signs and words around may strew
+ The soothing of a quiet smile.
+
+ Now in the fish some hearts may claim
+ A symbol ever dear to us;
+ And some the pony pet, though lame,
+ A little mule of Pegasus.
+
+ Then haste, thou atom of a book,
+ To young and old with cheery call;
+ In town, or train, or pastoral nook,
+ Thy message has a word for all.
+
+
+
+
+BIVALVES
+
+
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+BIVALVES.
+
+
+ABSTINENCE AND TEMPERANCE.
+
+ Proud Abstinence the gifts of Heaven denies;
+ But Temperance the Giver justifies.
+
+
+AFFECTATION AND RUDENESS.
+
+ Affected manners irritate we know,
+ But rudeness hurts us like a clumsy blow.
+
+
+ALMSGIVING.
+
+ Deny yourself how much let no one see;
+ God loves a secret costly charity.
+
+
+ARCHITECT.
+
+ O Architect! beware how you begin:
+ Who founds in error elevates a sin.
+
+
+ART.
+
+ When Genius took fair Nature to his heart,
+ She bore a daughter, and her name is Art.
+
+
+ART.
+
+ Five powers combine for Art's successful course:
+ Truth, beauty, passion, unity, and force.
+
+
+BEAUTY.
+
+ A stream to feed love, joy, and wonder given;
+ It blesses Earth, but springs and ends in Heaven.
+
+
+BOOKS.
+
+ Books I prefer, for when not to my mind,
+ I shut them up; not so with human kind.
+
+
+CANDOUR.
+
+ You speak out what you think, I hear you boast;
+ To think out what you speak would profit most.
+
+
+CANDOUR.
+
+ You always speak your mind; then cautious be;
+ No mind from prejudice is always free.
+
+
+CERTAIN PREACHERS.
+
+ He preaches like those thorn trees which men say
+ Pierce to the quick, and hold you half the day.
+
+
+CHRISTIAN LOVE.
+
+ A loving nature is a lovely prize,
+ But Christian love all nature beautifies.
+
+
+COMMUNISM.
+
+ Equalise all men! let a year go round,
+ And where will your equality be found?
+
+
+COMPARISON OF POETS.
+
+ Comparison of poets nought avails:
+ Eagles with pards, gazelles with nightingales!
+
+
+CONTROVERSIALIST'S USE OF THE BIBLE.
+
+ An armourer's store they make the Book; O scandal!
+ Where each may find a blade to suit his handle.
+
+
+COWARDICE.
+
+ Alone, the coward is his shadow's slave:
+ Spectators make the vain enact the brave.
+
+
+CRITICISM.
+
+ Truth, taste, and learning, twine the living three,
+ And thou, O critic, shalt my Hermes be.
+
+
+DELUSION.
+
+ For seven years only will this world be seen,
+ Says one; but hires a mansion for fourteen.
+
+
+DETRACTION.
+
+ Like a bad habit oft this vice prevails,
+ Some nibble characters as some their nails.
+
+
+DIFFERENCE IN JUDGING OTHERS.
+
+ The bad condemn with savagery and sneer,
+ The good arraign in sorrow and in fear.
+
+
+DREAMS.
+
+ Sleep hath drugged Reason; Fancy Memory weds;
+ Lo, the wild offspring with a hundred heads.
+
+
+DUTY TO GOD.
+
+ What frenzy dreams of an unpunctual sun?
+ Lord, as in Heaven, on Earth Thy Will be done.
+
+
+EARTH.
+
+ To him who sets on earth his only care,
+ Life is idolatry, and Death despair.
+
+
+ELEVATED NONENTITY.
+
+ Through all these years attendance thus to dance,
+ To gain a public insignificance!
+
+
+ENTHUSIASTS.
+
+ But for such flight, although it frantic seems,
+ Spirits would crawl; no mean without extremes.
+
+
+EXPERIENCE.
+
+ The hard-won fruit of failure and of sorrow,
+ The wisdom many buy, but few will borrow.
+
+
+FACTS AND IDEAS.
+
+ We cherish our ideas like hot-house flowers,
+ Fact, stubborn ass, breaks in and all devours.
+
+
+FACTS AND IMAGINATION.
+
+ In facts amassed a world chaotic lies,
+ Imagination bids the Kosmos rise.
+
+
+FAITH.
+
+ Faith prays more fervently for love than light;
+ Love's voice will guide to Heaven though all be night.
+
+
+FAITH WITHOUT LOVE.
+
+ Who loveless faith imbibes, that devil's drink,
+ Makes life a mad-house, death a fiery sink.
+
+
+FAITH AND REASON.
+
+ Reason, God's revelation shows to Faith,
+ Faith, Reason arms for sorrow or for death.
+
+
+FAITH'S EFFECT.
+
+ Pierced hearts by faith may light and cheerful be;
+ Pure gold admits the finest filigree.
+
+
+FEAR OF PEDANTRY.
+
+ Scared by the name of pedant, many flee
+ Into pert slang or tedious levity.
+
+
+FIRE-EATER.
+
+ The roar of cannon-balls delights his ears,
+ To him it is the music of the spheres.
+
+
+FOOLHARDINESS.
+
+ Take sense away and men won't dare the less,
+ But courage then we call foolhardiness.
+
+
+FRIENDSHIP.
+
+ Scan not a friend with microscopic glass;
+ You know his faults, then let his foibles pass.
+
+
+GENIUS.
+
+ Draws like Prometheus from the heavenly hearth
+ Creative fire that glorifies our earth.
+
+
+GENIUS AND TALENT.
+
+ This, Talent reproduces to a turn,
+ Brightly it shines, but ah! it will not burn.
+
+
+HALF BETTER THAN THE WHOLE.
+
+ Share happy fortune with thy friend, my soul,
+ So shall thy half be better than the whole.
+
+
+HAPPINESS.
+
+ Isle of our hopes beyond the sea of tears,
+ Reefed round with sin and woe, delays and fears.
+
+
+HEARTLESS FUN.
+
+ Her rattling mouth-peals yield me no delight,
+ She laughs but with her teeth, and means to bite.
+
+
+HISTORY.
+
+ Fragments of fact mosaic-like combined,
+ All toned and tinted to the artist's mind.
+
+
+IGNORANT ANTAGONISM.
+
+ Wise opposition challenges advance,
+ But we recoil from arguing ignorance.
+
+
+ILL-NATURED SATIRE.
+
+ It wears away all love this trenchant art;
+ Whittling with keen-edged wit the hearer's heart.
+
+
+IMPARTIALITY.
+
+ Justice is easy, barring love or grudge;
+ But to thyself, that proves the righteous judge.
+
+
+IMPENITENT TEARS.
+
+ 'Tis not for sin he droops his tearful eye,
+ 'Tis not for sin, but the discovery.
+
+
+INCONSTANCY.
+
+ From love to love the heart inconstant veers
+ As passion fills the sail, and fancy steers.
+
+
+INJUDICIOUS PRAISE OF A PICTURE.
+
+ He praised the scarlet cap; this vexed my soul.
+ To praise a portion thus--condemns the whole.
+
+
+JEALOUSY.
+
+ Strange freak of selfishness which fiends approve,
+ With love intoxicate it murders love.
+
+
+JOKING.
+
+ Join in his joke against himself and friends,
+ But do so mildly or your friendship ends.
+
+
+JUST AND GENEROUS.
+
+ Art just? be more--be generous all the while;
+ Dost give? give quickly with a loving smile.
+
+
+LIFE.
+
+ Life is a task which takes a life to know;
+ How it is learnt another life must show.
+
+
+LIFE.
+
+ Life is a long enigma; true, my friend;
+ Read on, read on, the answer's at the end.
+
+
+LIFE'S GARDEN.
+
+ Life's garden tilled with toil and tears we see;
+ No Paradise, sometimes Gethsemane.
+
+
+LIGHT AND SHADE.
+
+ He never marked the sunshine on his track,
+ Till from the chilly shadows he looked back.
+
+
+LITERARY QUARRELS.
+
+ Hard thrusts and ink shed mark the scribbler's strife,
+ Charge, counter-charge, war to the paper-knife.
+
+
+LIMPNESS.
+
+ Your feeble minds and self-indulgent wills,
+ Are patients ready to gulp Satan's pills.
+
+
+LOVE.
+
+ Let not Love sleep cocoon-like, self-infurled,
+ Spin the fair silk, O man, and clothe the world.
+
+
+LOVE THE TYRANT.
+
+ Sweet playfellow is Love, but let him rule,
+ A tyrant he becomes, and you his fool.
+
+
+LOVE AND TRUTH.
+
+ Love without Truth is but a bubble fair;
+ Burst through the glitter, and your joy is air.
+
+
+MAN'S VIEW OF PROVIDENCE.
+
+ What suits their turn is providential all;
+ That which does not by other names they call.
+
+
+OBSCURE SPECULATION.
+
+ If "fools rush in where angels fear to tread,"
+ When wise men follow what is to be said?
+
+
+ORIGINALITY.
+
+ A dexterous following is admired by all,
+ But few dare praise the brave original.
+
+
+PAINTERS.
+
+ Painters are men, and haply Claude and Titian
+ Discussed as we brown pink, and composition.
+
+
+PEACE AND WAR.
+
+ Broken is many a heart by war accurst;
+ Some think by peace and plenty they would burst.
+
+
+POINT OF VIEW.
+
+ He views all subjects from one point alone;
+ Need it be said that point is just his own?
+
+
+PRE-RAFFAELITES.
+
+ Make to the whole subservient every part;
+ Your piecemeal excellence shows skill not art.
+
+
+PRIDE.
+
+ "I have no pride, not I," the donkey cries;
+ "What can an ass be proud of?" fox replies.
+
+
+PRIDE IN SMALL MATTERS.
+
+ "How splendidly I milk!" you make me laugh;
+ Who milks a cow the best must be a calf!
+
+
+PROOF OF WORTH.
+
+ Slight not the world, but still console thy breast
+ When those esteem thee most who know thee best.
+
+
+RECRIMINATION.
+
+ Do not recriminate; that biting strain
+ Backward and forward will saw love in twain.
+
+
+SCHOLARSHIP.
+
+ For scholarship few read, not one in twenty;
+ But make it Fellowship, and you'll find plenty.
+
+
+SCRIPTURE AND PRIDE.
+
+ Who weighs his worth by God's eternal word
+ Finds pride a curse, and vanity absurd.
+
+
+SELF.
+
+ On your own merits to descant be shy,
+ Or false, or true, the end is vanity.
+
+
+SELF-LOVE.
+
+ Monimia's constancy we all must feel,
+ She loves herself, and is as true as steel.
+
+
+SHAKSPEARE AND MILTON.
+
+ A lofty Christian shrine our Milton is,
+ But Shakspeare is the world's metropolis.
+
+
+SLOW WIFE AND FAST HUSBAND.
+
+ On his wild ways as calmly smileth she,
+ As the May moon upon a roaring sea.
+
+
+SORROW.
+
+ Sorrow's dark storm he blesses through all years
+ Who finds the priceless pearl among his tears.
+
+
+TENNYSON AND PETRARCH.
+
+ Love's laureate crown Italian Petrarch won;
+ Friendship's we twine for British Tennyson.
+
+
+TERROR.
+
+ The quivering flesh ignores the will's control,
+ Unnerved beneath the palsy of the soul.
+
+
+THE EPIGRAM.
+
+ Who for an epigram would try, nor fail,
+ Puts Attic salt upon his verse's tail.
+
+
+THE MOROSE MAN.
+
+ Carries within his heart a little hell,
+ And all his phrases of the sulphur smell.
+
+
+THE PROUD MAN.
+
+ Failing to rule shuts up his swelling breast;
+ Himself he cannot please, and scorns the rest.
+
+
+THE VAIN MAN.
+
+ Craves To Seem First in Matters Great Or Small;
+ Always, in Short, To Be Admired of All.
+
+
+THE LIKENESS BETWEEN THEM.
+
+ In this at least the proud and vain agree;
+ Each in his heart cries, "Fall and worship me!"
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM.
+
+ This, praise devoureth howsoe'er exprest,
+ This, starves in sullen fast denied the best.
+
+
+TO A TEAR.
+
+ O symbol dubious of mirth or woe!
+ Is't wit, or grief, or onions makes you flow?
+
+
+TRUTH AND LOVE.
+
+ Truth without Love its mark must often miss,
+ It gives a cuff when you expect a kiss.
+
+
+WAR.
+
+ Thousands on distant fields endure and die;
+ Thousands at home can give no reason why.
+
+
+WEAK AND STRONG.
+
+ Some by the strength of others keep alive;
+ But full as many on their weakness thrive.
+
+
+WISDOM.
+
+ Queen of all knowledge, thou, in every age!
+ Science thy counsellor, and Art thy page.
+
+
+WIT AND HUMOUR.
+
+ Wit from the mind, and Humour from the mode,
+ And each helps Mirth to cheer life's weary road.
+
+
+WIT, HUMOUR, AND COMEDY.
+
+ Humour is mode and form, Wit thought and sprite;
+ Both to combine is Comedy's delight.
+
+
+WIT, BEAUTY, AND PRONUNCIATION.
+
+ Like Cupid's bow her vermeil lip she bends,
+ And with a twang her flashing wit descends.
+
+
+WOMAN LOVES MAN OF RENOWN.
+
+ Dearer his name than beauty, youth, and pelf;
+ She'd be his Fame, and blow the trump herself.
+
+
+YOUTH AND AGE.
+
+ About the world Youth loves to peer and cruise,
+ About the world Age loves to hear and muse.
+
+
+
+
+ _Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh._
+
+
+
+
+TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:
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+
+ Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.
+
+ Superscripted text is preceded by a carat character with superscripted
+ text in curly braces: ^{ble.}
+
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+
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