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diff --git a/38520-h/38520-h.htm b/38520-h/38520-h.htm index b89adc1..581622a 100644 --- a/38520-h/38520-h.htm +++ b/38520-h/38520-h.htm @@ -1,14 +1,12 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" /> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> - <title> +<meta charset="utf-8"> +<title> The Project Gutenberg ebook of the Poems of James Russell Lowell. </title> - <style type="text/css"> + <style> body { margin-left: 12%; @@ -422,25 +420,24 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. <h2>JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL</h2> -<h3 class="p4"><i>WITH BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH</i><br /> +<h3 class="p4"><i>WITH BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH</i><br > -BY<br /> +BY<br > NATHAN HASKELL DOLE</h3> -<p class="p4 center">NEW YORK<br /> -THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.<br /> +<p class="p4 center">NEW YORK<br > +THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.<br > PUBLISHERS</p> -<h6 class="p4"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1892, 1898,<br /> +<h6 class="p4"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1892, 1898,<br > By T. Y. CROWELL & CO.</h6> -<h6 class="p4">Norwood Press<br /> -J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith<br /> +<h6 class="p4">Norwood Press<br > +J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith<br > Norwood Mass. U.S.A.</h6> -<table class="p4" border="0" cellpadding="5" -cellspacing="10" summary="Table of Contents"> +<table class="p4" style="border: none; padding: 5px; border-spacing: 10px;"> <tr><th colspan="2">CONTENTS.</th></tr> @@ -481,8 +478,7 @@ href="#NYE">17</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">A Mystical Ballad</td><td class="right"><a href="#Mystical">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Opening Poem to A Year's Life</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Opening">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">Opening Poem to A Year's Life</td><td class="right"><a href="#Opening">23</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Dedication to Volume of Poems entitled A Year's Life</td><td class="right"><a href="#Dedic">24</a></td></tr> @@ -585,7 +581,7 @@ href="#Thren">85</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">The Sirens</td><td class="right"><a href="#Sirens">87</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Irené</td><td class="right"><a +<tr><td class="left">Irené</td><td class="right"><a href="#Irene">90</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Serenade</td><td class="right"><a @@ -657,14 +653,12 @@ href="#Song6">147</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Rosaline</td><td class="right"><a href="#Rosaline">148</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Shepherd of King Admetus</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Shepherd">151</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">The Shepherd of King Admetus</td><td class="right"><a href="#Shepherd">151</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">The Token</td><td class="right"><a href="#Token">152</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">An Incident in a Railroad Car</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Incident">153</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">An Incident in a Railroad Car</td><td class="right"><a href="#Incident">153</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Rhœcus</td><td class="right"><a href="#Rhoecus">156</a></td></tr> @@ -681,8 +675,7 @@ href="#Requiem">161</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">A Parable</td><td class="right"><a href="#Parable1">162</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">A Glance behind the Curtain</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Glance">164</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">A Glance behind the Curtain</td><td class="right"><a href="#Glance">164</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Song</td><td class="right"><a href="#Song7">172</a></td></tr> @@ -696,8 +689,7 @@ href="#Stanzas">176</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Columbus</td><td class="right"><a href="#Columbus">176</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">An Incident of the Fire at Hamburg</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Hamburg">183</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">An Incident of the Fire at Hamburg</td><td class="right"><a href="#Hamburg">183</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">The Sower</td><td class="right"><a href="#Sower">185</a></td></tr> @@ -711,8 +703,7 @@ href="#Landlord">189</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">To a Pine-Tree</td><td class="right"><a href="#Pine">190</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Si Descendero in Infernum, Ades</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Descendero">191</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">Si Descendero in Infernum, Ades</td><td class="right"><a href="#Descendero">191</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">To the Past</td><td class="right"><a href="#Past">192</a></td></tr> @@ -756,8 +747,7 @@ href="#Captive">220</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">The Birch-Tree</td><td class="right"><a href="#Birch">223</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">An Interview with Miles Standish</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Interview">224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">An Interview with Miles Standish</td><td class="right"><a href="#Interview">224</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">On the Capture of Certain Fugitive Slaves near Washington</td><td class="right"><a href="#Capture">228</a></td></tr> @@ -771,11 +761,9 @@ href="#Ghost">231</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Studies for Two Heads</td><td class="right"><a href="#Studies">236</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">On a Portrait of Dante by Giotto</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Portrait">239</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">On a Portrait of Dante by Giotto</td><td class="right"><a href="#Portrait">239</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">On the Death of a Friend's Child</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Death">240</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">On the Death of a Friend's Child</td><td class="right"><a href="#Death">240</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">Eurydice</td><td class="right"><a href="#Eurydice">242</a></td></tr> @@ -839,11 +827,9 @@ href="#Palfrey">271</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">To W. L. Garrison</td><td class="right"><a href="#Garrison">273</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">On the Death of C. T. Torrey</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Torrey">274</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">On the Death of C. T. Torrey</td><td class="right"><a href="#Torrey">274</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Channing">275</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing</td><td class="right"><a href="#Channing">275</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">To the Memory of Hood</td><td class="right"><a href="#Hood">277</a></td></tr> @@ -863,8 +849,7 @@ href="#Fable">303</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">The Biglow Papers</td><td class="right"><a href="#Biglow">357</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Unhappy Lot of Mr Knott</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Knott">471</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">The Unhappy Lot of Mr Knott</td><td class="right"><a href="#Knott">471</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left">An Oriental Apologue</td><td class="right"><a href="#Oriental">496</a></td></tr> @@ -872,7 +857,7 @@ href="#Oriental">496</a></td></tr> </table> <p class="p4"> -<a name="Bio" id="Bio"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg ix]</span></p> +<a id="Bio"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg ix]</span></p> <h3>JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.</h3> @@ -908,7 +893,7 @@ Brattle Street, Cambridge.</p> <p>This three-storied colonial mansion of wood, was built in 1767 by Thomas Oliver, the last royal Lieutenant-Governor, before the -Revolution.<a name="fnanchor_1" id="fnanchor_1"></a><a +Revolution.<a id="fnanchor_1"></a><a href="#footnote_1" class="fnanchor"><sup>[1]</sup></a> Like other houses in "Tory Row," it was abandoned by its owners. Soon afterwards it came into possession of Elbridge Gerry, Governor of Massachusetts, and fifth @@ -928,9 +913,9 @@ style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0a">"Tho' lightly prized the ribboned parchments -three,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet <i>collegisse juvat</i>, I am glad</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That here what colleging was mine I had."</span><br /> +three,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet <i>collegisse juvat</i>, I am glad</span><br > +<span class="i0">That here what colleging was mine I had."</span><br > </div> <p>He was secretary of the Hasty Pudding Society, and one of the editors @@ -951,10 +936,10 @@ he writes long afterwards in the person of Hosea Biglow, Esquire.</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0a">"I know the village though, was sent there -once</span><br /> +once</span><br > <span class="i0">A-schoolin', 'cause to home I played the -dunce!"</span><br /> +dunce!"</span><br > </div> @@ -1067,25 +1052,25 @@ himself:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0a">"There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to -climb</span><br /> +climb</span><br > <span class="i0">With a whole bale of <i>isms</i> tied together with -rhyme.</span><br /> +rhyme.</span><br > <span class="i0">He might get on alone, spite of troubles and -bowlders,</span><br /> +bowlders,</span><br > <span class="i0">But he can't with that bundle he has on his -shoulders.</span><br /> +shoulders.</span><br > <span class="i0">The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh -reaching</span><br /> +reaching</span><br > <span class="i0">Till he learns the distinctions 'twixt singing and -preaching;</span><br /> +preaching;</span><br > <span class="i0">His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty -well,</span><br /> +well,</span><br > <span class="i0">But he'd rather by half make a drum of the -shell,</span><br /> +shell,</span><br > <span class="i0">And rattle away till he's old as Methusalem</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">At the head of a march to the last New Jerusalem."</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> @@ -1150,7 +1135,7 @@ characteristic of them all. He ought to have remembered his own words,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i0a">"Over-ornament ruins both poem and prose."</span><br /> +<span class="i0a">"Over-ornament ruins both poem and prose."</span><br > </div> <p>In 1876 appeared three memorial poems: that read at Concord, April @@ -1183,10 +1168,10 @@ President of the American Copyright League, and wrote the memorable lines:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i0a">"In vain we call old notions fudge,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And bend our conscience to our dealing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Ten Commandments will not budge;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And stealing <i>will</i> continue stealing."</span><br /> +<span class="i0a">"In vain we call old notions fudge,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And bend our conscience to our dealing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Ten Commandments will not budge;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And stealing <i>will</i> continue stealing."</span><br > </div> <p>He used the leisure of his failing health in revising his works. His @@ -1234,7 +1219,7 @@ claims him as its own.</p> <p class="quotesig"><span class="smcap">Nathan Haskell Dole.</span></p> <p class="footnote p2"> -<a name="footnote_1" id="footnote_1"></a> +<a id="footnote_1"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_1">[1]</a> Thomas Oliver was graduated from Harvard College in the class of 1758. He was a gentleman of fortune, and lived first in Roxbury. He bought the property on Elmwood Avenue in 1766. When @@ -1258,3511 +1243,3511 @@ of character.</p> <h3>EARLY POEMS.</h3> -<p><a name="Sonnet" id="Sonnet"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sonnet"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONNET.</h4> -<span class="i00">If some small savor creep into my rhyme</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the old poets, if some words I use,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Neglected long, which have the lusty thews</span><br /> +<span class="i00">If some small savor creep into my rhyme</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the old poets, if some words I use,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Neglected long, which have the lusty thews</span><br > <span class="i0">Of that gold-haired and earnest-hearted time,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Whose loving joy and sorrow all sublime</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Whose loving joy and sorrow all sublime</span><br > <span class="i0">Have given our tongue its starry eminence,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">It is not pride, God knows, but reverence</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">It is not pride, God knows, but reverence</span><br > <span class="i0">Which hath grown in me since my childhood's prime;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Wherein I feel that my poor lyre is strung</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Wherein I feel that my poor lyre is strung</span><br > <span class="i0">With soul-strings like to theirs, and that I have</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">No right to muse their holy graves among,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If I can be a custom-fettered slave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, in mine own true spirit, am not brave</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To speak what rusheth upward to my tongue.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">No right to muse their holy graves among,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If I can be a custom-fettered slave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, in mine own true spirit, am not brave</span><br > +<span class="i0">To speak what rusheth upward to my tongue.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Hakon" id="Hakon"></a></p> +<p><a id="Hakon"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>HAKON'S LAY.</h4> <span class="i00">Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And said: "O, Skald, sing now an olden song,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And said: "O, Skald, sing now an olden song,</span><br > <span class="i0">Such as our fathers heard who led great lives;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And, as the bravest on a shield is borne</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Along the waving host that shouts him king,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And, as the bravest on a shield is borne</span><br > +<span class="i0">Along the waving host that shouts him king,</span><br > <span class="i0">So rode their thrones upon the thronging seas!"</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i00">Then the old man arose: white-haired he stood,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">White-bearded, and with eyes that looked afar</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">From their still region of perpetual snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over the little smokes and stirs of men:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">From their still region of perpetual snow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over the little smokes and stirs of men:</span><br > <span class="i0">His head was bowed with gathered flakes of years,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">As winter bends the sea-foreboding pine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But something triumphed in his brow and eye,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">As winter bends the sea-foreboding pine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But something triumphed in his brow and eye,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which whoso saw it, could not see and crouch:</span> -<br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 2]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Loud rang the emptied beakers as he mused,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 2]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Loud rang the emptied beakers as he mused,</span><br > <span class="i0">Brooding his eyried thoughts; then, as an eagle</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Circles smooth-winged above the wind-vexed woods,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">So wheeled his soul into the air of song</span><br /> -<span class="i0">High o'er the stormy hall; and thus he sang:</span><br /> -<span class="i00a">"The fletcher for his arrow-shaft picks out</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">So wheeled his soul into the air of song</span><br > +<span class="i0">High o'er the stormy hall; and thus he sang:</span><br > +<span class="i00a">"The fletcher for his arrow-shaft picks out</span><br > <span class="i0">Wood closest-grained, long-seasoned, straight as -light;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, from a quiver full of such as these,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The wary bow-man, matched against his peers,</span><br /> +light;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, from a quiver full of such as these,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The wary bow-man, matched against his peers,</span><br > <span class="i0">Long doubting, singles yet once more the best.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Who is it that can make such shafts as Fate?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What archer of his arrows is so choice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or hits the white so surely? They are men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The chosen of her quiver; nor for her</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Who is it that can make such shafts as Fate?</span><br > +<span class="i0">What archer of his arrows is so choice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or hits the white so surely? They are men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The chosen of her quiver; nor for her</span><br > <span class="i0">Will every reed suffice, or cross-grained stick</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">At random from life's vulgar fagot plucked:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">At random from life's vulgar fagot plucked:</span><br > <span class="i0">Such answer household ends; but she will have</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Souls straight and clear, of toughest fibre, -sound</span><br /> +sound</span><br > <span class="i0">Down to the heart of heart; from these she -strips</span><br /> +strips</span><br > <span class="i0">All needless stuff, all sapwood, hardens -them,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From circumstance untoward feathers plucks</span><br /> +them,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From circumstance untoward feathers plucks</span><br > <span class="i0">Crumpled and cheap, and barbs with iron will:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The hour that passes is her quiver-boy;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The hour that passes is her quiver-boy;</span><br > <span class="i0">When she draws bow, 'tis not across the wind,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Nor 'gainst the sun, her haste-snatched arrow -sings,</span><br /> +sings,</span><br > <span class="i0">For sun and wind have plighted faith to her:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Ere men have heard the sinew twang, behold,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">In the butt's heart her trembling messenger!</span> -<br /> -<span class="i00a">"The song is old and simple that I sing:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i00a">"The song is old and simple that I sing:</span><br > <span class="i0">Good were the days of yore, when men were -tried</span><br /> +tried</span><br > <span class="i0">By ring of shields, as now by ring of gold;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">But, while the gods are left, and hearts of -men,</span><br /> +men,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the free ocean, still the days are good;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Through the broad Earth roams Opportunity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And knocks at every door of hut or hall,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Through the broad Earth roams Opportunity</span><br > +<span class="i0">And knocks at every door of hut or hall,</span><br > <span class="i0">Until she finds the brave soul that she -wants."</span><br /> -<span class="i00">He ceased, and instantly the frothy tide</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of interrupted wassail roared along;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Leif, the son of Eric, sate apart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Musing, and, with his eyes upon the fire,</span><br /> +wants."</span><br > +<span class="i00">He ceased, and instantly the frothy tide</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of interrupted wassail roared along;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Leif, the son of Eric, sate apart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Musing, and, with his eyes upon the fire,</span><br > <span class="i0">Saw shapes of arrows, lost as soon as seen;</span> -<br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 3]</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 3]</span><br > <span class="i0">But then with that resolve his heart was -bent,</span><br /> +bent,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, like a humming shaft, through many a -strife</span><br /> +strife</span><br > <span class="i0">Of day and night across the unventured seas,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Shot the brave prow to cut on Vinland sands</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The first rune in the Saga of the West.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The first rune in the Saga of the West.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Out" id="Out"></a></p> +<p><a id="Out"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>OUT OF DOORS.</h4> -<span class="i00b">'Tis good to be abroad in the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His gifts abide when day is done;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each thing in nature from his cup</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gathers a several virtue up;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The grace within its being's reach</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Becomes the nutriment of each,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the same life imbibed by all</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Makes each most individual:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here the twig-bending peaches seek</span><br /> +<span class="i00b">'Tis good to be abroad in the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His gifts abide when day is done;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each thing in nature from his cup</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gathers a several virtue up;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The grace within its being's reach</span><br > +<span class="i0">Becomes the nutriment of each,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the same life imbibed by all</span><br > +<span class="i0">Makes each most individual:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here the twig-bending peaches seek</span><br > <span class="i0">The glow that mantles in their cheek—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Hence comes the Indian-summer bloom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That hazes round the basking plum,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, from the same impartial light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The grass sucks green, the lily white.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Like these the soul, for sunshine made,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grows wan and gracile in the shade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her faculties, which God decreed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Various as Summer's dædal breed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With one sad color are imbued,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shut from the sun that tints their blood;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The shadow of the poet's roof</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Deadens the dyes of warp and woof;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whate'er of ancient song remains</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Has fresh air flowing in its veins,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For Greece and eldest Ind knew well</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That out of doors, with world-wide swell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Arches the student's lawful cell.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Away, unfruitful lore of books,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For whose vain idiom we reject</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The spirit's mother-dialect,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Aliens among the birds and brooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dull to interpret or believe</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 4]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What gospels lost the woods retrieve,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or what the eaves-dropping violet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reports from God, who walketh yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His garden in the hush of eve!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Away, ye pedants city-bred,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unwise of heart, too wise of head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who handcuff Art with <i>thus and so</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in each other's footprints tread,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like those who walk through drifted snow;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Who, from deep study of brick walls</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Conjecture of the water-falls,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By six square feet of smoke-stained sky</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Compute those deeps that overlie</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The still tarn's heaven-anointed eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, in your earthen crucible,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With chemic tests essay to spell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How nature works in field and dell!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seek we where Shakspeare buried gold?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such hands no charmed witch-hazel hold;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To beach and rock repeats the sea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The mystic <i>Open Sesame</i>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Old Greylock's voices not in vain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Comment on Milton's mountain strain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cunningly the various wind</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spenser's locked music can unbind.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Hence comes the Indian-summer bloom</span><br > +<span class="i0">That hazes round the basking plum,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, from the same impartial light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The grass sucks green, the lily white.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Like these the soul, for sunshine made,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grows wan and gracile in the shade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her faculties, which God decreed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Various as Summer's dædal breed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With one sad color are imbued,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shut from the sun that tints their blood;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The shadow of the poet's roof</span><br > +<span class="i0">Deadens the dyes of warp and woof;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whate'er of ancient song remains</span><br > +<span class="i0">Has fresh air flowing in its veins,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For Greece and eldest Ind knew well</span><br > +<span class="i0">That out of doors, with world-wide swell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Arches the student's lawful cell.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Away, unfruitful lore of books,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For whose vain idiom we reject</span><br > +<span class="i0">The spirit's mother-dialect,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Aliens among the birds and brooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dull to interpret or believe</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 4]</span><br > +<span class="i0">What gospels lost the woods retrieve,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or what the eaves-dropping violet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reports from God, who walketh yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">His garden in the hush of eve!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Away, ye pedants city-bred,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unwise of heart, too wise of head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who handcuff Art with <i>thus and so</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in each other's footprints tread,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like those who walk through drifted snow;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Who, from deep study of brick walls</span><br > +<span class="i0">Conjecture of the water-falls,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By six square feet of smoke-stained sky</span><br > +<span class="i0">Compute those deeps that overlie</span><br > +<span class="i0">The still tarn's heaven-anointed eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, in your earthen crucible,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With chemic tests essay to spell</span><br > +<span class="i0">How nature works in field and dell!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seek we where Shakspeare buried gold?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such hands no charmed witch-hazel hold;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To beach and rock repeats the sea</span><br > +<span class="i0">The mystic <i>Open Sesame</i>;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Old Greylock's voices not in vain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Comment on Milton's mountain strain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cunningly the various wind</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spenser's locked music can unbind.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Reverie" id="Reverie"></a></p> +<p><a id="Reverie"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A REVERIE.</h4> -<span class="i00">In the twilight deep and silent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Comes thy spirit unto mine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the moonlight and the starlight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over cliff and woodland shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the quiver of the river</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seems a thrill of joy benign.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then I rise and wander slowly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the headland by the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the evening star throbs setting</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the cloudy cedar tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And from under, mellow thunder</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the surf comes fitfully.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 5]</span><br /> -<span class="i00">Then within my soul I feel thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a gleam of other years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Visions of my childhood murmur</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their old madness in my ears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till the pleasance of thy presence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cools my heart with blissful tears.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">All the wondrous dreams of boyhood—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All youth's fiery thirst of praise—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All the surer hopes of manhood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Blossoming in sadder days—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Joys that bound me, griefs that crowned me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a better wreath than bays—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">All the longings after freedom—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The vague love of human kind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wandering far and near at random</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a winged seed in the wind—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dim yearnings and fierce burnings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of an undirected mind—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">All of these, oh best belovèd,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Happiest present dreams and past,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In thy love find safe fulfilment,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ripened into truths at last;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Faith and beauty, hope and duty</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To one centre gather fast.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">How my nature, like an ocean,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the breath of thine awakes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaps its shores in mad exulting</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in foamy thunder breaks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then downsinking, lieth shrinking</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the tumult that it makes!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Blazing Hesperus hath sunken</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Low within the pale-blue west,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with golden splendor crowneth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The horizon's piny crest;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thoughtful quiet stills the riot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of wild longing in my breast.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Home I loiter through the moonlight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Underneath the quivering trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, as if a spirit stirred them,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 6]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sway and bend, till by degrees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The far surge's murmur merges</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the rustle of the breeze.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">In the twilight deep and silent</span><br > +<span class="i0">Comes thy spirit unto mine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the moonlight and the starlight</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over cliff and woodland shine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the quiver of the river</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seems a thrill of joy benign.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then I rise and wander slowly</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the headland by the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the evening star throbs setting</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the cloudy cedar tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And from under, mellow thunder</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the surf comes fitfully.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 5]</span><br > +<span class="i00">Then within my soul I feel thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a gleam of other years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Visions of my childhood murmur</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their old madness in my ears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till the pleasance of thy presence</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cools my heart with blissful tears.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">All the wondrous dreams of boyhood—</span><br > +<span class="i0">All youth's fiery thirst of praise—</span><br > +<span class="i0">All the surer hopes of manhood</span><br > +<span class="i0">Blossoming in sadder days—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Joys that bound me, griefs that crowned me</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a better wreath than bays—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">All the longings after freedom—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The vague love of human kind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wandering far and near at random</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a winged seed in the wind—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dim yearnings and fierce burnings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of an undirected mind—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">All of these, oh best belovèd,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Happiest present dreams and past,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In thy love find safe fulfilment,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ripened into truths at last;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Faith and beauty, hope and duty</span><br > +<span class="i0">To one centre gather fast.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">How my nature, like an ocean,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the breath of thine awakes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaps its shores in mad exulting</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in foamy thunder breaks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then downsinking, lieth shrinking</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the tumult that it makes!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Blazing Hesperus hath sunken</span><br > +<span class="i0">Low within the pale-blue west,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with golden splendor crowneth</span><br > +<span class="i0">The horizon's piny crest;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thoughtful quiet stills the riot</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of wild longing in my breast.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Home I loiter through the moonlight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Underneath the quivering trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, as if a spirit stirred them,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 6]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sway and bend, till by degrees</span><br > +<span class="i0">The far surge's murmur merges</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the rustle of the breeze.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Sadness" id="Sadness"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sadness"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>IN SADNESS.</h4> -<span class="i00">There is not in this life of ours</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One bliss unmixed with fears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hope that wakes our deepest powers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A face of sadness wears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the dew that showers our dearest flowers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is the bitter dew of tears.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Fame waiteth long, and lingereth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through weary nights and morns—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And evermore the shadow Death</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With mocking finger scorns</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That underneath the laurel wreath</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Should be a wreath of thorns.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The laurel leaves are cool and green,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But the thorns are hot and sharp,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lean Hunger grins and stares between</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The poet and his harp;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There is not in this life of ours</span><br > +<span class="i2">One bliss unmixed with fears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hope that wakes our deepest powers</span><br > +<span class="i2">A face of sadness wears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the dew that showers our dearest flowers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is the bitter dew of tears.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Fame waiteth long, and lingereth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through weary nights and morns—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And evermore the shadow Death</span><br > +<span class="i2">With mocking finger scorns</span><br > +<span class="i0">That underneath the laurel wreath</span><br > +<span class="i2">Should be a wreath of thorns.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The laurel leaves are cool and green,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But the thorns are hot and sharp,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lean Hunger grins and stares between</span><br > +<span class="i2">The poet and his harp;</span><br > <span class="i0">Though of Love's sunny sheen his woof have -been,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Grim want thrusts in the warp.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And if beyond this darksome clime</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some fair star Hope may see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That keeps unjarred the blissful chime</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of its golden infancy—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the harvest-time of faith sublime</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Not always is to be—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Yet would the true soul rather choose</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its home where sorrow is,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than in a sated peace to lose</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its life's supremest bliss—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rainbow hues that bend profuse</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er cloudy spheres like this—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The want, the sorrow and the pain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That are Love's right to cure—</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 7]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sunshine bursting after rain—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The gladness insecure</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That makes us fain strong hearts to gain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To do and to endure.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">High natures must be thunder-scarred</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With many a searing wrong;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From mother Sorrow's breasts the bard</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sucks gifts of deepest song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor all unmarred with struggles hard</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wax the Soul's sinews strong.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Dear Patience, too, is born of woe,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Patience that opes the gate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherethrough the soul of man must go</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Up to each nobler state,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose voice's flow so meek and low</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Smooths the bent brows of Fate.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Though Fame be slow, yet Death is swift,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, o'er the spirit's eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Life after life doth change and shift</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With larger destinies:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As on we drift, some wider rift</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shows us serener skies.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And though naught falleth to us here</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But gains the world counts loss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though all we hope of wisdom clear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When climbed to seems but dross,</span><br /> +been,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Grim want thrusts in the warp.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And if beyond this darksome clime</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some fair star Hope may see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That keeps unjarred the blissful chime</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of its golden infancy—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the harvest-time of faith sublime</span><br > +<span class="i2">Not always is to be—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Yet would the true soul rather choose</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its home where sorrow is,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than in a sated peace to lose</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its life's supremest bliss—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rainbow hues that bend profuse</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er cloudy spheres like this—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The want, the sorrow and the pain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That are Love's right to cure—</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 7]</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sunshine bursting after rain—</span><br > +<span class="i2">The gladness insecure</span><br > +<span class="i0">That makes us fain strong hearts to gain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To do and to endure.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">High natures must be thunder-scarred</span><br > +<span class="i2">With many a searing wrong;</span><br > +<span class="i0">From mother Sorrow's breasts the bard</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sucks gifts of deepest song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor all unmarred with struggles hard</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wax the Soul's sinews strong.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Dear Patience, too, is born of woe,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Patience that opes the gate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherethrough the soul of man must go</span><br > +<span class="i2">Up to each nobler state,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose voice's flow so meek and low</span><br > +<span class="i2">Smooths the bent brows of Fate.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Though Fame be slow, yet Death is swift,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, o'er the spirit's eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Life after life doth change and shift</span><br > +<span class="i2">With larger destinies:</span><br > +<span class="i0">As on we drift, some wider rift</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shows us serener skies.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And though naught falleth to us here</span><br > +<span class="i2">But gains the world counts loss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though all we hope of wisdom clear</span><br > +<span class="i2">When climbed to seems but dross,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet all, though ne'er Christ's faith they -wear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">At least may share his cross.</span><br /> +wear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">At least may share his cross.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Farewell" id="Farewell"></a></p> +<p><a id="Farewell"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>FAREWELL.</h4> -<span class="i00">Farewell! as the bee round the blossom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth murmur drowsily,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So murmureth round my bosom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The memory of thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lingering, it seems to go,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the wind more full doth flow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Waving the flower to and fro,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But still returneth, Marian!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 8]</span><br /> -<span class="i00">My hope no longer burneth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which did so fiercely burn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My joy to sorrow turneth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Although loath, loath to turn—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I would forget—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet—and yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My heart to thee still yearneth, Marian!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Fair as a single star thou shinest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And white as lilies are</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The slender hands wherewith thou twinest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy heavy auburn hair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A memory</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of all that is divinest:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art so fair and tall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy looks so queenly are,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy very shadow on the wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy step upon the stair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The thought that thou art nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The chance look of thine eye</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are more to me than all, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And will be till I die!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">As the last quiver of a bell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth fade into the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a subsiding swell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That dies we know not where,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So my hope melted and was gone:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I raised mine eyes to bless the star</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That shared its light with me so far</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Below its silver throne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gloom and chilling vacancy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were all was left to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the dark, bleak night I was alone!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone in the blessed Earth, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For what were all to me—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its love, and light, and mirth, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If I were not with thee?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">My heart will not forget thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More than the moaning brine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forgets the moon when she is set;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The gush when first I met thee</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 9]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That thrilled my brain like wine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth thrill as madly yet;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My heart cannot forget thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though it may droop and pine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Too deeply it had set thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In every love of mine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No new moon ever cometh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No flower ever bloometh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No twilight ever gloometh</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I'm more only thine.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oh look not on me, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes are wild and deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And they have won me, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From peacefulness and sleep;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sunlight doth not sun me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The meek moonshine doth shun me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All sweetest voices stun me—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is no rest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Within my breast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I can only weep, Marian!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">As a landbird far at sea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth wander through the sleet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And drooping downward wearily</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Finds no rest for her feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So wandereth my memory</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er the years when we did meet:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I used to say that everything</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Partook a share of thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That not a little bird could sing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or green leaf flutter on a tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That nothing could be beautiful</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save part of thee were there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That from thy soul so clear and full</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All bright and blessèd things did cull</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The charm to make them fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now I know</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That it was so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy spirit through the earth doth flow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And face me wheresoe'er I go—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What right hath perfectness to give</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such weary weight of woe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto the soul which cannot live</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 10]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On anything more low?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oh leave me, leave me, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There's no fair thing I see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But doth deceive me, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into sad dreams of thee!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A cold snake gnaws my heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And crushes round my brain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I should glory but to part</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So bitterly again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feeling the slow tears start</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And fall in fiery rain:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There's a wide ring round the moon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ghost-like clouds glide by,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I hear the sad winds croon</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A dirge to the lowering sky;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There's nothing soft or mild</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the pale moon's sickly light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But all looks strange and wild</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the dim, foreboding night:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I think thou must be dead</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In some dark and lonely place,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With candles at thy head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And a pall above thee spread</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hide thy dead, cold face;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I can see thee underneath</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So pale, and still, and fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes closed smoothly and a wreath</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of flowers in thy hair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I never saw thy face so clear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When thou wast with the living,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As now beneath the pall, so drear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And stiff, and unforgiving;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I cannot flee thee, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I cannot turn away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mine eyes must see thee, Marian,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through salt tears night and day.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Farewell! as the bee round the blossom</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth murmur drowsily,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So murmureth round my bosom</span><br > +<span class="i0">The memory of thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lingering, it seems to go,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the wind more full doth flow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Waving the flower to and fro,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But still returneth, Marian!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 8]</span><br > +<span class="i00">My hope no longer burneth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which did so fiercely burn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My joy to sorrow turneth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Although loath, loath to turn—</span><br > +<span class="i0">I would forget—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet—and yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">My heart to thee still yearneth, Marian!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Fair as a single star thou shinest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And white as lilies are</span><br > +<span class="i0">The slender hands wherewith thou twinest</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy heavy auburn hair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">A memory</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of all that is divinest:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art so fair and tall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy looks so queenly are,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy very shadow on the wall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy step upon the stair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The thought that thou art nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The chance look of thine eye</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are more to me than all, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And will be till I die!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">As the last quiver of a bell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth fade into the air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a subsiding swell</span><br > +<span class="i0">That dies we know not where,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So my hope melted and was gone:</span><br > +<span class="i0">I raised mine eyes to bless the star</span><br > +<span class="i0">That shared its light with me so far</span><br > +<span class="i0">Below its silver throne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gloom and chilling vacancy</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were all was left to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the dark, bleak night I was alone!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone in the blessed Earth, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For what were all to me—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its love, and light, and mirth, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If I were not with thee?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">My heart will not forget thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">More than the moaning brine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forgets the moon when she is set;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The gush when first I met thee</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 9]</span><br > +<span class="i0">That thrilled my brain like wine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth thrill as madly yet;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My heart cannot forget thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though it may droop and pine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Too deeply it had set thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">In every love of mine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No new moon ever cometh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No flower ever bloometh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No twilight ever gloometh</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I'm more only thine.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oh look not on me, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thine eyes are wild and deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And they have won me, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From peacefulness and sleep;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sunlight doth not sun me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The meek moonshine doth shun me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All sweetest voices stun me—</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is no rest</span><br > +<span class="i0">Within my breast</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I can only weep, Marian!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">As a landbird far at sea</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth wander through the sleet</span><br > +<span class="i0">And drooping downward wearily</span><br > +<span class="i0">Finds no rest for her feet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So wandereth my memory</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er the years when we did meet:</span><br > +<span class="i0">I used to say that everything</span><br > +<span class="i0">Partook a share of thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That not a little bird could sing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or green leaf flutter on a tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That nothing could be beautiful</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save part of thee were there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That from thy soul so clear and full</span><br > +<span class="i0">All bright and blessèd things did cull</span><br > +<span class="i0">The charm to make them fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now I know</span><br > +<span class="i0">That it was so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy spirit through the earth doth flow</span><br > +<span class="i0">And face me wheresoe'er I go—</span><br > +<span class="i0">What right hath perfectness to give</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such weary weight of woe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto the soul which cannot live</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 10]</span><br > +<span class="i0">On anything more low?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oh leave me, leave me, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There's no fair thing I see</span><br > +<span class="i0">But doth deceive me, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into sad dreams of thee!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A cold snake gnaws my heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">And crushes round my brain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I should glory but to part</span><br > +<span class="i0">So bitterly again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feeling the slow tears start</span><br > +<span class="i0">And fall in fiery rain:</span><br > +<span class="i0">There's a wide ring round the moon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ghost-like clouds glide by,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I hear the sad winds croon</span><br > +<span class="i0">A dirge to the lowering sky;</span><br > +<span class="i0">There's nothing soft or mild</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the pale moon's sickly light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But all looks strange and wild</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the dim, foreboding night:</span><br > +<span class="i0">I think thou must be dead</span><br > +<span class="i0">In some dark and lonely place,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With candles at thy head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And a pall above thee spread</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hide thy dead, cold face;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I can see thee underneath</span><br > +<span class="i0">So pale, and still, and fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thine eyes closed smoothly and a wreath</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of flowers in thy hair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I never saw thy face so clear</span><br > +<span class="i0">When thou wast with the living,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As now beneath the pall, so drear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And stiff, and unforgiving;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I cannot flee thee, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I cannot turn away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mine eyes must see thee, Marian,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through salt tears night and day.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Dirge" id="Dirge"></a></p> +<p><a id="Dirge"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A DIRGE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Poet! lonely is thy bed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the turf is overhead—</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 11]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cold earth is thy cover;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thy heart hath found release,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And it slumbers full of peace</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Neath the rustle of green trees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the warm hum of the bees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Mid the drowsy clover;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through thy chamber, still as death,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A smooth gurgle wandereth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the blue stream murmureth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the blue sky over.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Three paces from the silver strand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gently in the fine, white sand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a lily in thy hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Pale as snow, they laid thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In no coarse earth wast thou hid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And no gloomy coffin-lid</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Darkly overweighed thee.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Silently as snow-flakes drift,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The smooth sand did sift and sift</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er the bed they made thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All sweet birds did come and sing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At thy sunny burying—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Choristers unbidden,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, beloved of sun and dew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meek forget-me-nots upgrew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where thine eyes so large and blue</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Neath the turf were hidden.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Where thy stainless clay doth lie,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Blue and open is the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the white clouds wander by,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dreams of summer silently</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Darkening the river;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hearest the clear water run;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the ripples every one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scattering the golden sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through thy silence quiver;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Vines trail down upon the stream,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into its smooth and glassy dream</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A green stillness spreading,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the shiner, perch, and bream</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the shadowed waters gleam</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Gainst the current heading.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 12]</span><br /> -<span class="i00">White as snow, thy winding sheet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shelters thee from head to feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Save thy pale face only;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy face is turned toward the skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The lids lie meekly o'er thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the low-voiced pine-tree sighs</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er thy bed so lonely.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All thy life thou lov'dst its shade:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Underneath it thou art laid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In an endless shelter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hearest it forever sigh</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the wind's vague longings die</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In its branches dim and high—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hear'st the waters gliding by</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Slumberously welter.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou wast full of love and truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of forgiveness and ruth—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy great heart with hope and youth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Tided to o'erflowing.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou didst dwell in mysteries,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And there lingered on thine eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shadows of serener skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Awfully wild memories,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That were like foreknowing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the earth thou would'st have gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lighted from within alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seeds from flowers in Heaven grown</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a free hand sowing.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou didst remember well and long</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some fragments of thine angel-song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And strive, through want of woe and wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To win the world unto it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy sin it was to see and hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beyond To-day's dim hemisphere—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beyond all mists of hope and fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into a life more true and clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And dearly thou didst rue it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Light of the new world thou hadst won,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'erflooded by a purer sun—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slowly Fate's ship came drifting on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And through the dark, save thou, not one</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Caught of the land a token.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 13]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou stood'st upon the farthest prow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Something within thy soul said "Now!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And leaping forth with eager brow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou fell'st on shore heart-broken.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Long time thy brethren stood in fear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the breakers far and near,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">White with their anger, they could hear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sounds of land, which thy quick ear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Caught long ago, they heard not.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when at last they reached the strand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They found thee lying on the sand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With some wild flowers in thy hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But thy cold bosom stirred not;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They listened, but they heard no sound</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save from the glad life all around</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A low, contented murmur.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The long grass flowed adown the hill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A hum rose from a hidden rill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thy glad heart, that knew no ill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But too much love, lay dead and still—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The only thing that sent a chill</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into the heart of summer.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou didst not seek the poet's wreath</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But too soon didst win it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Without 'twas green, but underneath</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were scorn and loneliness and death,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gnawing the brain with burning teeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And making mock within it.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou, who wast full of nobleness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose very life-blood 'twas to bless,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose soul's one law was giving,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must bandy words with wickedness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Haggle with hunger and distress,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To win that death which worldliness</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Calls bitterly a living.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Thou sow'st no gold, and shalt not reap!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Muttered earth, turning in her sleep;</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Come home to the Eternal Deep!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Murmured a voice, and a wide sweep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of wings through thy soul's hush did creep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As of thy doom o'erflying;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 14]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seem'd that thy strong heart would leap</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Out of thy breast, and thou didst weep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But not with fear of dying;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Men could not fathom thy deep fears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They could not understand thy tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hoarded agony of years</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of bitter self-denying.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So once, when high above the spheres</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy spirit sought its starry peers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It came not back to face the jeers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of brothers who denied it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Star-crowned, thou dost possess the deeps</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of God, and thy white body sleeps</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the lone pine forever keeps</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Patient watch beside it.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Poet! underneath the turf,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Soft thou sleepest, free from morrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast struggled through the surf</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of wild thoughts and want and sorrow.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now, beneath the moaning pine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Full of rest, thy body lieth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While far up is clear sunshine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Underneath a sky divine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her loosed wings thy spirit trieth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oft she strove to spread them here,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But they were too white and clear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For our dingy atmosphere.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thy body findeth ample room</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In its still and grassy tomb</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By the silent river;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thy spirit found the earth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Narrow for the mighty birth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which it dreamed of ever;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou wast guilty of a rhyme</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Learned in a benigner clime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And of that more grievous crime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An ideal too sublime</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the low-hung sky of Time.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The calm spot where thy body lies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gladdens thy soul in Paradise,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It is so still and holy;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 15]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy body sleeps serenely there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And well for it thy soul may care,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It was so beautiful and fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lily white so wholly.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From so pure and sweet a frame</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy spirit parted as it came,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gentle as a maiden;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now it lieth full of rest—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sods are lighter on its breast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than the great, prophetic guest</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wherewith it was laden.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Poet! lonely is thy bed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the turf is overhead—</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 11]</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cold earth is thy cover;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thy heart hath found release,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And it slumbers full of peace</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Neath the rustle of green trees</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the warm hum of the bees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Mid the drowsy clover;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through thy chamber, still as death,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A smooth gurgle wandereth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the blue stream murmureth</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the blue sky over.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Three paces from the silver strand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gently in the fine, white sand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a lily in thy hand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Pale as snow, they laid thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In no coarse earth wast thou hid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And no gloomy coffin-lid</span><br > +<span class="i2">Darkly overweighed thee.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Silently as snow-flakes drift,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The smooth sand did sift and sift</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er the bed they made thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All sweet birds did come and sing</span><br > +<span class="i0">At thy sunny burying—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Choristers unbidden,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, beloved of sun and dew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meek forget-me-nots upgrew</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where thine eyes so large and blue</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Neath the turf were hidden.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Where thy stainless clay doth lie,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Blue and open is the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the white clouds wander by,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dreams of summer silently</span><br > +<span class="i2">Darkening the river;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hearest the clear water run;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the ripples every one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scattering the golden sun,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through thy silence quiver;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Vines trail down upon the stream,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into its smooth and glassy dream</span><br > +<span class="i2">A green stillness spreading,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the shiner, perch, and bream</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the shadowed waters gleam</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Gainst the current heading.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 12]</span><br > +<span class="i00">White as snow, thy winding sheet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shelters thee from head to feet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Save thy pale face only;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy face is turned toward the skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The lids lie meekly o'er thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the low-voiced pine-tree sighs</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er thy bed so lonely.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All thy life thou lov'dst its shade:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Underneath it thou art laid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In an endless shelter;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hearest it forever sigh</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the wind's vague longings die</span><br > +<span class="i0">In its branches dim and high—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hear'st the waters gliding by</span><br > +<span class="i2">Slumberously welter.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou wast full of love and truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of forgiveness and ruth—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy great heart with hope and youth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Tided to o'erflowing.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou didst dwell in mysteries,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And there lingered on thine eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shadows of serener skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Awfully wild memories,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That were like foreknowing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the earth thou would'st have gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lighted from within alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seeds from flowers in Heaven grown</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a free hand sowing.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou didst remember well and long</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some fragments of thine angel-song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And strive, through want of woe and wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To win the world unto it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy sin it was to see and hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beyond To-day's dim hemisphere—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beyond all mists of hope and fear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into a life more true and clear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And dearly thou didst rue it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Light of the new world thou hadst won,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'erflooded by a purer sun—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slowly Fate's ship came drifting on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And through the dark, save thou, not one</span><br > +<span class="i2">Caught of the land a token.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 13]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou stood'st upon the farthest prow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Something within thy soul said "Now!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And leaping forth with eager brow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou fell'st on shore heart-broken.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Long time thy brethren stood in fear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the breakers far and near,</span><br > +<span class="i0">White with their anger, they could hear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sounds of land, which thy quick ear</span><br > +<span class="i2">Caught long ago, they heard not.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when at last they reached the strand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They found thee lying on the sand</span><br > +<span class="i0">With some wild flowers in thy hand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But thy cold bosom stirred not;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They listened, but they heard no sound</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save from the glad life all around</span><br > +<span class="i2">A low, contented murmur.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The long grass flowed adown the hill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A hum rose from a hidden rill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thy glad heart, that knew no ill</span><br > +<span class="i0">But too much love, lay dead and still—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The only thing that sent a chill</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into the heart of summer.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou didst not seek the poet's wreath</span><br > +<span class="i2">But too soon didst win it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Without 'twas green, but underneath</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were scorn and loneliness and death,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gnawing the brain with burning teeth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And making mock within it.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou, who wast full of nobleness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose very life-blood 'twas to bless,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose soul's one law was giving,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must bandy words with wickedness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Haggle with hunger and distress,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To win that death which worldliness</span><br > +<span class="i2">Calls bitterly a living.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Thou sow'st no gold, and shalt not reap!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Muttered earth, turning in her sleep;</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Come home to the Eternal Deep!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Murmured a voice, and a wide sweep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of wings through thy soul's hush did creep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As of thy doom o'erflying;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 14]</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seem'd that thy strong heart would leap</span><br > +<span class="i0">Out of thy breast, and thou didst weep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But not with fear of dying;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Men could not fathom thy deep fears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They could not understand thy tears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hoarded agony of years</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of bitter self-denying.</span><br > +<span class="i0">So once, when high above the spheres</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy spirit sought its starry peers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It came not back to face the jeers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of brothers who denied it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Star-crowned, thou dost possess the deeps</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of God, and thy white body sleeps</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the lone pine forever keeps</span><br > +<span class="i2">Patient watch beside it.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Poet! underneath the turf,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Soft thou sleepest, free from morrow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast struggled through the surf</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of wild thoughts and want and sorrow.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now, beneath the moaning pine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Full of rest, thy body lieth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While far up is clear sunshine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Underneath a sky divine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her loosed wings thy spirit trieth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oft she strove to spread them here,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But they were too white and clear</span><br > +<span class="i0">For our dingy atmosphere.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thy body findeth ample room</span><br > +<span class="i0">In its still and grassy tomb</span><br > +<span class="i2">By the silent river;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thy spirit found the earth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Narrow for the mighty birth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which it dreamed of ever;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou wast guilty of a rhyme</span><br > +<span class="i0">Learned in a benigner clime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And of that more grievous crime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An ideal too sublime</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the low-hung sky of Time.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The calm spot where thy body lies</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gladdens thy soul in Paradise,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It is so still and holy;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 15]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy body sleeps serenely there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And well for it thy soul may care,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It was so beautiful and fair,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lily white so wholly.</span><br > +<span class="i0">From so pure and sweet a frame</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy spirit parted as it came,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gentle as a maiden;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now it lieth full of rest—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sods are lighter on its breast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than the great, prophetic guest</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wherewith it was laden.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Rosebud" id="Rosebud"></a></p> +<p><a id="Rosebud"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>FANCIES ABOUT A ROSEBUD,</h4> -<span class="i02 smaller">PRESSED IN AN OLD COPY OF SPENSER.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Who prest you here? The Past can tell,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When summer skies were bright above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And some full heart did leap and swell</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beneath the white new moon of love.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Some Poet, haply, when the world</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Showed like a calm sea, grand and blue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ere its cold, inky waves had curled</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er the numb heart once warm and true;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">When, with his soul brimful of morn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He looked beyond the vale of Time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor saw therein the dullard scorn</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That made his heavenliness a crime;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">When, musing o'er the Poets olden,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His soul did like a sun upstart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To shoot its arrows, clear and golden,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through slavery's cold and darksome heart.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Alas! too soon the veil is lifted</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That hangs between the soul and pain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Too soon the morning-red hath drifted</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into dull cloud, or fallen in rain!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Or were you prest by one who nurst</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bleak memories of love gone by,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose heart, like a star fallen, burst</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In dark and erring vacancy?</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 16]</span><br /> -<span class="i00">To him you still were fresh and green</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As when you grew upon the stalk,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And many a breezy summer scene</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Came back—and many a moonlit walk;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And there would be a hum of bees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A smell of childhood in the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And old, fresh feelings cooled the breeze</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That, like loved fingers, stirred his hair!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then would you suddenly be blasted</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By the keen wind of one dark thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One nameless woe, that had outlasted</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The sudden blow whereby 'twas brought.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Or were you prest here by two lovers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who seemed to read these verses rare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But found between the antique covers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">What Spenser could not prison there:</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Songs which his glorious soul had heard,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But his dull pen could never write,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which flew, like some gold-wingèd bird,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the blue heaven out of sight?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">My heart is with them as they sit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I see the rosebud in her breast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see her small hand taking it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From out its odorous, snowy nest;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I hear him swear that he will keep it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In memory of that blessed day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To smile on it or over-weep it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When she and spring are far away.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ah me! I needs must droop my head,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And brush away a happy tear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For they are gone, and, dry and dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The rosebud lies before me here.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Yet is it in no stranger's hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For I will guard it tenderly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And it shall be a magic wand</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To bring mine own true love to me.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 17]</span><br /> -<span class="i00">My heart runs o'er with sweet surmises,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The while my fancy weaves her rhyme,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kind hopes and musical surprises</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Throng round me from the olden time.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I do not care to know who prest you:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Enough for me to feel and know</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That some heart's love and longing blest you,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Knitting to-day with long-ago.</span><br /> +<span class="i02 smaller">PRESSED IN AN OLD COPY OF SPENSER.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Who prest you here? The Past can tell,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When summer skies were bright above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And some full heart did leap and swell</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beneath the white new moon of love.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Some Poet, haply, when the world</span><br > +<span class="i2">Showed like a calm sea, grand and blue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ere its cold, inky waves had curled</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er the numb heart once warm and true;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">When, with his soul brimful of morn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He looked beyond the vale of Time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor saw therein the dullard scorn</span><br > +<span class="i2">That made his heavenliness a crime;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">When, musing o'er the Poets olden,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His soul did like a sun upstart</span><br > +<span class="i0">To shoot its arrows, clear and golden,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through slavery's cold and darksome heart.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Alas! too soon the veil is lifted</span><br > +<span class="i2">That hangs between the soul and pain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Too soon the morning-red hath drifted</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into dull cloud, or fallen in rain!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Or were you prest by one who nurst</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bleak memories of love gone by,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose heart, like a star fallen, burst</span><br > +<span class="i2">In dark and erring vacancy?</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 16]</span><br > +<span class="i00">To him you still were fresh and green</span><br > +<span class="i2">As when you grew upon the stalk,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And many a breezy summer scene</span><br > +<span class="i2">Came back—and many a moonlit walk;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And there would be a hum of bees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A smell of childhood in the air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And old, fresh feelings cooled the breeze</span><br > +<span class="i2">That, like loved fingers, stirred his hair!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then would you suddenly be blasted</span><br > +<span class="i2">By the keen wind of one dark thought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One nameless woe, that had outlasted</span><br > +<span class="i2">The sudden blow whereby 'twas brought.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Or were you prest here by two lovers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who seemed to read these verses rare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But found between the antique covers</span><br > +<span class="i2">What Spenser could not prison there:</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Songs which his glorious soul had heard,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But his dull pen could never write,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which flew, like some gold-wingèd bird,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the blue heaven out of sight?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">My heart is with them as they sit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I see the rosebud in her breast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see her small hand taking it</span><br > +<span class="i2">From out its odorous, snowy nest;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I hear him swear that he will keep it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In memory of that blessed day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To smile on it or over-weep it</span><br > +<span class="i2">When she and spring are far away.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ah me! I needs must droop my head,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And brush away a happy tear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For they are gone, and, dry and dead,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The rosebud lies before me here.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Yet is it in no stranger's hand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For I will guard it tenderly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And it shall be a magic wand</span><br > +<span class="i2">To bring mine own true love to me.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 17]</span><br > +<span class="i00">My heart runs o'er with sweet surmises,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The while my fancy weaves her rhyme,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kind hopes and musical surprises</span><br > +<span class="i2">Throng round me from the olden time.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I do not care to know who prest you:</span><br > +<span class="i2">Enough for me to feel and know</span><br > +<span class="i0">That some heart's love and longing blest you,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Knitting to-day with long-ago.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="NYE" id="NYE"></a></p> +<p><a id="NYE"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1844.</h4> -<span class="i06 smaller">A FRAGMENT.</span><br /> +<span class="i06 smaller">A FRAGMENT.</span><br > -<span class="i00">The night is calm and beautiful; the snow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sparkles beneath the clear and frosty moon</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the cold stars, as if it took delight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In its own silent whiteness; the hushed earth</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The night is calm and beautiful; the snow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sparkles beneath the clear and frosty moon</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the cold stars, as if it took delight</span><br > +<span class="i0">In its own silent whiteness; the hushed earth</span><br > <span class="i0">Sleeps in the soft arms of the embracing -blue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Secure as if angelic squadrons yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Encamped about her, and each watching star</span><br /> +blue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Secure as if angelic squadrons yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Encamped about her, and each watching star</span><br > <span class="i0">Gained double brightness from the flashing -arms</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of wingèd and unsleeping sentinels.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upward the calm of infinite silence deepens,</span><br /> +arms</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of wingèd and unsleeping sentinels.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upward the calm of infinite silence deepens,</span><br > <span class="i0">The sea that flows between high heaven and -earth,</span><br /> +earth,</span><br > <span class="i0">Musing by whose smooth brink we sometimes -find</span><br /> +find</span><br > <span class="i0">A stray leaf floated from those happier -shores,</span><br /> +shores,</span><br > <span class="i0">And hope, perchance not vainly, that some -flower</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which we had watered with our holiest tears,</span><br /> +flower</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which we had watered with our holiest tears,</span><br > <span class="i0">Pale blooms, and yet our scanty garden's -best,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er the same ocean piloted by love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May find a haven at the feet of God,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And be not wholly worthless in his sight.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, high dependence on a higher Power,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sole stay for all these restless faculties</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wander, Ishmael-like, the desert bare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherein our human knowledge hath its home,</span><br /> +best,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er the same ocean piloted by love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">May find a haven at the feet of God,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And be not wholly worthless in his sight.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, high dependence on a higher Power,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sole stay for all these restless faculties</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wander, Ishmael-like, the desert bare</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherein our human knowledge hath its home,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shifting their light-framed tents from day to -day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With each new-found oasis, wearied soon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And only certain of uncertainty!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, mighty humbleness that feels with awe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet with a vast exulting feels, no less,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That this huge Minster of the Universe,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 18]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose smallest oratories are glorious worlds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With painted oriels of dawn and sunset;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose carvèd ornaments are systems grand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Orion kneeling in his starry niche,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Lyre whose strings give music audible</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To holy ears, and countless splendors more,</span><br /> +day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With each new-found oasis, wearied soon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And only certain of uncertainty!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, mighty humbleness that feels with awe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet with a vast exulting feels, no less,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That this huge Minster of the Universe,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 18]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose smallest oratories are glorious worlds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With painted oriels of dawn and sunset;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose carvèd ornaments are systems grand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Orion kneeling in his starry niche,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Lyre whose strings give music audible</span><br > +<span class="i0">To holy ears, and countless splendors more,</span><br > <span class="i0">Crowned by the blazing Cross high-hung o'er -all;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose organ music is the solemn stops</span><br /> +all;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose organ music is the solemn stops</span><br > <span class="i0">Of endless Change breathed through by endless -Good;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose choristers are all the morning stars;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose altar is the sacred human heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereon Love's candles burn unquenchably,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Trimmed day and night by gentle-handed Peace;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With all its arches and its pinnacles</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That stretch forever and forever up,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is founded on the silent heart of God,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Silent, yet pulsing forth exhaustless life</span><br /> +Good;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose choristers are all the morning stars;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose altar is the sacred human heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereon Love's candles burn unquenchably,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Trimmed day and night by gentle-handed Peace;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With all its arches and its pinnacles</span><br > +<span class="i0">That stretch forever and forever up,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is founded on the silent heart of God,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Silent, yet pulsing forth exhaustless life</span><br > <span class="i0">Through the least veins of all created -things.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fit musings these for the departing year;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And God be thanked for such a crystal night</span><br /> +things.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fit musings these for the departing year;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And God be thanked for such a crystal night</span><br > <span class="i0">As fills the spirit with good store of -thoughts,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, like a cheering fire of walnut, crackle</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the hearthstone of the heart, and cast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A mild home-glow o'er all Humanity!</span><br /> +thoughts,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, like a cheering fire of walnut, crackle</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the hearthstone of the heart, and cast</span><br > +<span class="i0">A mild home-glow o'er all Humanity!</span><br > <span class="i0">Yes, though the poisoned shafts of evil -doubts</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Assail the skyey panoply of Faith,</span><br /> +doubts</span><br > +<span class="i0">Assail the skyey panoply of Faith,</span><br > <span class="i0">Though the great hopes which we have had for -man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Foes in disguise, because they based belief</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On man's endeavor, not on God's decree—</span><br /> +man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Foes in disguise, because they based belief</span><br > +<span class="i0">On man's endeavor, not on God's decree—</span><br > <span class="i0">Though these proud-visaged hopes, once turned to -fly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hurl backward many a deadly Parthian dart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That rankles in the soul and makes it sick</span><br /> +fly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hurl backward many a deadly Parthian dart</span><br > +<span class="i0">That rankles in the soul and makes it sick</span><br > <span class="i0">With vain regret, nigh verging on -despair—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet, in such calm and earnest hours as this,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We well can feel how every living heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That sleeps to-night in palace or in cot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or unroofed hovel, or which need hath known</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of other homestead than the arching sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is circled watchfully with seraph fires;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How our own erring will it is that hangs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The flaming sword o'er Eden's unclosed gate,</span><br /> +despair—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet, in such calm and earnest hours as this,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We well can feel how every living heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">That sleeps to-night in palace or in cot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or unroofed hovel, or which need hath known</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of other homestead than the arching sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is circled watchfully with seraph fires;</span><br > +<span class="i0">How our own erring will it is that hangs</span><br > +<span class="i0">The flaming sword o'er Eden's unclosed gate,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which gives free entrance to the pure in -heart,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">And with its guarding walls doth fence the -meek.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 19]</span><br /> +meek.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 19]</span><br > <span class="i0">Sleep then, O Earth, in thy blue-vaulted -cradle,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bent over always by thy mother Heaven!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We all are tall enough to reach God's hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And angels are no taller: looking back</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the smooth wake of a year o'erpast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We see the black clouds furling, one by one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the advancing majesty of Truth,</span><br /> +cradle,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bent over always by thy mother Heaven!</span><br > +<span class="i0">We all are tall enough to reach God's hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And angels are no taller: looking back</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the smooth wake of a year o'erpast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We see the black clouds furling, one by one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the advancing majesty of Truth,</span><br > <span class="i0">And something won for Freedom, whose least -gain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is as a firm and rock-built citadel</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherefrom to launch fresh battle on her foes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, leaning from the time's extremest prow,</span><br /> +gain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is as a firm and rock-built citadel</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherefrom to launch fresh battle on her foes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, leaning from the time's extremest prow,</span><br > <span class="i0">If we gaze forward through the blinding -spray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dimly see how much of ill remains,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How many fetters to be sawn asunder</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the slow toil of individual zeal,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or haply rusted by salt tears in twain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We feel, with something of a sadder heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet bracing up our bruisèd mail the while,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And fronting the old foe with fresher spirit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How great it is to breathe with human breath,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be but poor foot-soldiers in the ranks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of our old exiled king, Humanity;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Encamping after every hard-won field</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nearer and nearer Heaven's happy plains.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Many great souls have gone to rest, and sleep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Under this armor, free and full of peace:</span><br /> +spray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dimly see how much of ill remains,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How many fetters to be sawn asunder</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the slow toil of individual zeal,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or haply rusted by salt tears in twain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We feel, with something of a sadder heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet bracing up our bruisèd mail the while,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And fronting the old foe with fresher spirit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How great it is to breathe with human breath,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be but poor foot-soldiers in the ranks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of our old exiled king, Humanity;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Encamping after every hard-won field</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nearer and nearer Heaven's happy plains.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Many great souls have gone to rest, and sleep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Under this armor, free and full of peace:</span><br > <span class="i0">If these have left the earth, yet Truth -remains,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Endurance, too, the crowning faculty</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of noble minds, and Love, invincible</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By any weapons; and these hem us round</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With silence such that all the groaning clank</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of this mad engine men have made of earth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dulls not some ears for catching purer tones,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wander from the dim surrounding vast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or far more clear melodious prophecies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The natural music of the heart of man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which by kind Sorrow's ministry hath learned</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That the true sceptre of all power is love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And humbleness the palace-gate of truth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What man with soul so blind as sees not here</span><br /> +remains,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Endurance, too, the crowning faculty</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of noble minds, and Love, invincible</span><br > +<span class="i0">By any weapons; and these hem us round</span><br > +<span class="i0">With silence such that all the groaning clank</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of this mad engine men have made of earth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dulls not some ears for catching purer tones,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wander from the dim surrounding vast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or far more clear melodious prophecies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The natural music of the heart of man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which by kind Sorrow's ministry hath learned</span><br > +<span class="i0">That the true sceptre of all power is love</span><br > +<span class="i0">And humbleness the palace-gate of truth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">What man with soul so blind as sees not here</span><br > <span class="i0">The first faint tremble of Hope's -morning-star,</span><br /> +morning-star,</span><br > <span class="i0">Foretelling how the God-forged shafts of -dawn,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 20]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fitted already on their golden string,</span><br /> +dawn,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 20]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fitted already on their golden string,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shall soon leap earthward with exulting -flight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To thrid the dark heart of that evil faith</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose trust is in the clumsy arms of Force,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ozier hauberk of a ruder age?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Freedom! thou other name for happy Truth,</span><br /> +flight</span><br > +<span class="i0">To thrid the dark heart of that evil faith</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose trust is in the clumsy arms of Force,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ozier hauberk of a ruder age?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Freedom! thou other name for happy Truth,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou warrior-maid, whose steel-clad feet were -never</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Out of the stirrup, nor thy lance uncouched,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor thy fierce eye enticèd from its watch,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast learned now, by hero-blood in vain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Poured to enrich the soil which tyrants reap;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By wasted lives of prophets, and of those</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, by the promise in their souls upheld,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the red arms of a fiery death</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Went blithely as the golden-girdled bee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sinks in the sleepy poppy's cup of flame</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the long woes of nations set at war,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That so the swollen torrent of their wrath</span><br /> +never</span><br > +<span class="i0">Out of the stirrup, nor thy lance uncouched,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor thy fierce eye enticèd from its watch,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast learned now, by hero-blood in vain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Poured to enrich the soil which tyrants reap;</span><br > +<span class="i0">By wasted lives of prophets, and of those</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, by the promise in their souls upheld,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the red arms of a fiery death</span><br > +<span class="i0">Went blithely as the golden-girdled bee</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sinks in the sleepy poppy's cup of flame</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the long woes of nations set at war,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That so the swollen torrent of their wrath</span><br > <span class="i0">May find a vent, else sweeping off like -straws</span><br /> +straws</span><br > <span class="i0">The thousand cobweb threads, grown cable-huge</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">By time's long gathered dust, but cobwebs -still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which bind the Many that the Few may gain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leisure to wither by the drought of ease</span><br /> +still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which bind the Many that the Few may gain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leisure to wither by the drought of ease</span><br > <span class="i0">What heavenly germs in their own souls were -sown;—</span><br /> +sown;—</span><br > <span class="i0">By all these searching lessons thou hast -learned</span><br /> +learned</span><br > <span class="i0">To throw aside thy blood-stained helm and -spear</span><br /> +spear</span><br > <span class="i0">And with thy bare brow daunt the enemy's -front,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knowing that God will make the lily stalk,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the soft grasp of naked Gentleness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stronger than iron spear to shatter through</span><br /> +front,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knowing that God will make the lily stalk,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the soft grasp of naked Gentleness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stronger than iron spear to shatter through</span><br > <span class="i0">The sevenfold toughness of Wrong's idle -shield.</span><br /> +shield.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Mystical" id="Mystical"></a></p> +<p><a id="Mystical"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A MYSTICAL BALLAD.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">The sunset scarce had dimmed away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the twilight's doubtful gray;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One long cloud o'er the horizon lay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Neath which, a streak of bluish white,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wavered between the day and night;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over the pine trees on the hill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The trembly evening-star did thrill,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 21]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the new moon, with slender rim,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the elm arches gleaming dim,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Filled memory's chalice to the brim.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The sunset scarce had dimmed away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the twilight's doubtful gray;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One long cloud o'er the horizon lay,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Neath which, a streak of bluish white,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wavered between the day and night;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over the pine trees on the hill</span><br > +<span class="i0">The trembly evening-star did thrill,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 21]</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the new moon, with slender rim,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the elm arches gleaming dim,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Filled memory's chalice to the brim.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">On such an eve the heart doth grow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full of surmise, and scarce can know</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If it be now or long ago,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or if indeed it doth exist;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A wonderful enchanted mist</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the new moon doth wander out,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wrapping all things in mystic doubt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So that this world doth seem untrue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all our fancies to take hue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From some life ages since gone through.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">On such an eve the heart doth grow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full of surmise, and scarce can know</span><br > +<span class="i0">If it be now or long ago,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or if indeed it doth exist;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A wonderful enchanted mist</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the new moon doth wander out,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wrapping all things in mystic doubt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So that this world doth seem untrue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all our fancies to take hue</span><br > +<span class="i0">From some life ages since gone through.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">The maiden sat and heard the flow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the west wind so soft and low</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The leaves scarce quivered to and fro;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unbound, her heavy golden hair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rippled across her bosom bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which gleamed with thrilling snowy white</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far through the magical moonlight:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The breeze rose with a rustling swell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And from afar there came the smell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of a long-forgotten lily-bell.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The maiden sat and heard the flow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the west wind so soft and low</span><br > +<span class="i0">The leaves scarce quivered to and fro;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unbound, her heavy golden hair</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rippled across her bosom bare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which gleamed with thrilling snowy white</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far through the magical moonlight:</span><br > +<span class="i0">The breeze rose with a rustling swell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And from afar there came the smell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of a long-forgotten lily-bell.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">The dim moon rested on the hill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But silent, without thought or will,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where sat the dreamy maiden still;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now the moon's tip, like a star,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drew down below the horizon's bar;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To her black noon the night hath grown,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet still the maiden sits alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pale as a corpse beneath a stream</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And her white bosom still doth gleam</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the deep midnight like a dream.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The dim moon rested on the hill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But silent, without thought or will,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where sat the dreamy maiden still;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now the moon's tip, like a star,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drew down below the horizon's bar;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To her black noon the night hath grown,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet still the maiden sits alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pale as a corpse beneath a stream</span><br > +<span class="i0">And her white bosom still doth gleam</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the deep midnight like a dream.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">Cloudless the morning came and fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lavishly the sun doth share</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 22]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His gold among her golden hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kindling it all, till slowly so</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A glory round her head doth glow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A withered flower is in her hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That grew in some far distant land,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, silently transfigurèd,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With wide calm eyes, and undrooped head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They found the stranger-maiden dead.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Cloudless the morning came and fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lavishly the sun doth share</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 22]</span><br > +<span class="i0">His gold among her golden hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kindling it all, till slowly so</span><br > +<span class="i0">A glory round her head doth glow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A withered flower is in her hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That grew in some far distant land,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, silently transfigurèd,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With wide calm eyes, and undrooped head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They found the stranger-maiden dead.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">A youth, that morn, 'neath other skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Felt sudden tears burn in his eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And his heart throng with memories;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All things without him seemed to win</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strange brotherhood with things within,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he forever felt that he</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Walked in the midst of mystery,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thenceforth, why, he could not tell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His heart would curdle at the smell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of his once-cherished lily-bell.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A youth, that morn, 'neath other skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Felt sudden tears burn in his eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And his heart throng with memories;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All things without him seemed to win</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strange brotherhood with things within,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he forever felt that he</span><br > +<span class="i0">Walked in the midst of mystery,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thenceforth, why, he could not tell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His heart would curdle at the smell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of his once-cherished lily-bell.</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Something from him had passed away;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some shifting trembles of clear day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through starry crannies in his clay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grew bright and steadfast, more and more,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where all had been dull earth before;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, through these chinks, like him of old,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His spirit converse high did hold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With clearer loves and wider powers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That brought him dewy fruits and flowers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From far Elysian groves and bowers.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Something from him had passed away;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some shifting trembles of clear day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through starry crannies in his clay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grew bright and steadfast, more and more,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where all had been dull earth before;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, through these chinks, like him of old,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His spirit converse high did hold</span><br > +<span class="i0">With clearer loves and wider powers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That brought him dewy fruits and flowers</span><br > +<span class="i0">From far Elysian groves and bowers.</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Just on the farther bound of sense,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unproved by outward evidence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But known by a deep influence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which through our grosser clay doth shine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With light unwaning and divine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beyond where highest thought can fly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stretcheth the world of Mystery—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And they not greatly overween</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who deem that nothing true hath been</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save the unspeakable Unseen.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 23]</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Just on the farther bound of sense,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unproved by outward evidence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But known by a deep influence</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which through our grosser clay doth shine</span><br > +<span class="i0">With light unwaning and divine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beyond where highest thought can fly</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stretcheth the world of Mystery—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And they not greatly overween</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who deem that nothing true hath been</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save the unspeakable Unseen.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 23]</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i00">One step beyond life's work-day things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One more beat of the soul's broad wings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One deeper sorrow sometimes brings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The spirit into that great Vast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where neither future is nor past;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">None knoweth how he entered there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, waking, finds his spirit where</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He thought an angel could not soar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, what he called false dreams before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The very air about his door.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">One step beyond life's work-day things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One more beat of the soul's broad wings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One deeper sorrow sometimes brings</span><br > +<span class="i0">The spirit into that great Vast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where neither future is nor past;</span><br > +<span class="i0">None knoweth how he entered there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, waking, finds his spirit where</span><br > +<span class="i0">He thought an angel could not soar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, what he called false dreams before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The very air about his door.</span><br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i00">These outward seemings are but shows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereby the body sees and knows;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far down beneath, forever flows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A stream of subtlest sympathies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That make our spirits strangely wise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In awe, and fearful bodings dim</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, from the sense's outer rim,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stretch forth beyond our thought and sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fine arteries of circling light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pulsed outward from the Infinite.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">These outward seemings are but shows</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereby the body sees and knows;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far down beneath, forever flows</span><br > +<span class="i0">A stream of subtlest sympathies</span><br > +<span class="i0">That make our spirits strangely wise</span><br > +<span class="i0">In awe, and fearful bodings dim</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, from the sense's outer rim,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stretch forth beyond our thought and sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fine arteries of circling light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pulsed outward from the Infinite.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Opening" id="Opening"></a></p> +<p><a id="Opening"></a></p> <div class="poem p2"> -<span class="i04 lessafter smcap">opening poem to</span><br /> +<span class="i04 lessafter smcap">opening poem to</span><br > <h4>A YEAR'S LIFE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Hope first the youthful Poet leads,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he is glad to follow her;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kind is she, and to all his needs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a free hand doth minister.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But, when sweet Hope at last hath fled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cometh her sister, Memory;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She wreathes Hope's garlands round her head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And strives to seem as fair as she.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then Hope comes back, and by the hand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She leads a child most fair to see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who with a joyous face doth stand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Uniting Hope and Memory.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 24]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So brighter grew the Earth around,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And bluer grew the sky above;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Poet now his guide hath found,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And follows in the steps of Love.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Hope first the youthful Poet leads,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he is glad to follow her;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kind is she, and to all his needs</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a free hand doth minister.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But, when sweet Hope at last hath fled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cometh her sister, Memory;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She wreathes Hope's garlands round her head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And strives to seem as fair as she.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then Hope comes back, and by the hand</span><br > +<span class="i0">She leads a child most fair to see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who with a joyous face doth stand</span><br > +<span class="i0">Uniting Hope and Memory.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 24]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So brighter grew the Earth around,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And bluer grew the sky above;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Poet now his guide hath found,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And follows in the steps of Love.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Dedic" id="Dedic"></a></p> +<p><a id="Dedic"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>DEDICATION</h4> <span class="i0 smcap lessafter morebefore">to volume of poems -entitled</span><br /> +entitled</span><br > <h4>A YEAR'S LIFE.</h4> -<span class="i00">The gentle Una I have loved,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The snowy maiden, pure and mild,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Since ever by her side I roved,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through ventures strange, a wondering child,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In fantasy a Red Cross Knight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Burning for her dear sake to fight.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">If there be one who can, like her,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Make sunshine in life's shady places,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One in whose holy bosom stir</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As many gentle household graces—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And such I think there needs must be—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will she accept this book from me?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The gentle Una I have loved,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The snowy maiden, pure and mild,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Since ever by her side I roved,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through ventures strange, a wondering child,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In fantasy a Red Cross Knight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Burning for her dear sake to fight.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">If there be one who can, like her,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Make sunshine in life's shady places,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One in whose holy bosom stir</span><br > +<span class="i0">As many gentle household graces—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And such I think there needs must be—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will she accept this book from me?</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Serenade1" id="Serenade1"></a></p> +<p><a id="Serenade1"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE SERENADE.</h4> -<span class="i02">Gentle, Lady, be thy sleeping,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Peaceful may thy dreamings be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While around thy soul is sweeping,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dreamy-winged, our melody;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Chant we, Brothers, sad and slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let our song be soft and low</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the voice of other years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let our hearts within us melt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To gentleness, as if we felt</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dropping of our mother's tears.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Lady! now our song is bringing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Back again thy childhood's hours—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hearest thou the humbee singing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drowsily among the flowers?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sleepily, sleepily</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 25]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the noontide swayeth he,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Half rested on the slender stalks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That edge those well-known garden walks;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hearest thou the fitful whirring</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the humbird's viewless wings—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feel'st not round thy heart the stirring</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of childhood's half-forgotten things?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Seest thou the dear old dwelling</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the woodbine round the door?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Brothers, soft! her breast is swelling</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the busy thoughts of yore;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lowly sing ye, sing ye mildly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">House her spirit not so wildly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lest she sleep not any more.</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis the pleasant summertide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Open stands the window wide—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose voices, Lady, art thou drinking?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who sings the best belovèd tune</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In a clear note, rising, sinking,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a thrush's song in June?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose laugh is that which rings so clear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And joyous in thine eager ear?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Lower, Brothers, yet more low</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Weave the song in mazy twines;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She heareth now the west wind blow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At evening through the clump of pines;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O! mournful is their tune,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As of a crazèd thing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, to herself alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is ever murmuring,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the night and through the day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For something that hath passed away.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Often, Lady, hast thou listened,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Often have thy blue eyes glistened,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the summer evening breeze</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Moaned sadly through those lonely trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or with the fierce wind from the north</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wrung their mournful music forth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ever the river floweth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In an unbroken stream,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ever the west wind bloweth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Murmuring as he goeth,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 26]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mingling with her dream;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Onward still the river sweepeth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a sound of long-agone;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lowly, Brothers, lo! she weepeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She is now no more alone;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Long-loved forms and long-loved faces</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Round about her pillow throng,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through her memory's desert places</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flow the waters of our song.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lady! if thy life be holy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As when thou wert yet a child,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though our song be melancholy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It will stir no anguish wild;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the soul that hath lived well,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the soul that child-like is,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is quiet in the spell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That brings back early memories.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Gentle, Lady, be thy sleeping,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Peaceful may thy dreamings be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While around thy soul is sweeping,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dreamy-winged, our melody;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Chant we, Brothers, sad and slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let our song be soft and low</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the voice of other years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let our hearts within us melt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To gentleness, as if we felt</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dropping of our mother's tears.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Lady! now our song is bringing</span><br > +<span class="i0">Back again thy childhood's hours—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hearest thou the humbee singing</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drowsily among the flowers?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sleepily, sleepily</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 25]</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the noontide swayeth he,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Half rested on the slender stalks</span><br > +<span class="i0">That edge those well-known garden walks;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hearest thou the fitful whirring</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the humbird's viewless wings—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feel'st not round thy heart the stirring</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of childhood's half-forgotten things?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Seest thou the dear old dwelling</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the woodbine round the door?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Brothers, soft! her breast is swelling</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the busy thoughts of yore;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lowly sing ye, sing ye mildly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">House her spirit not so wildly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lest she sleep not any more.</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis the pleasant summertide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Open stands the window wide—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose voices, Lady, art thou drinking?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who sings the best belovèd tune</span><br > +<span class="i0">In a clear note, rising, sinking,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a thrush's song in June?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose laugh is that which rings so clear</span><br > +<span class="i0">And joyous in thine eager ear?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Lower, Brothers, yet more low</span><br > +<span class="i0">Weave the song in mazy twines;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She heareth now the west wind blow</span><br > +<span class="i0">At evening through the clump of pines;</span><br > +<span class="i0">O! mournful is their tune,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As of a crazèd thing</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, to herself alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is ever murmuring,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the night and through the day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For something that hath passed away.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Often, Lady, hast thou listened,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Often have thy blue eyes glistened,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the summer evening breeze</span><br > +<span class="i0">Moaned sadly through those lonely trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or with the fierce wind from the north</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wrung their mournful music forth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ever the river floweth</span><br > +<span class="i0">In an unbroken stream,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ever the west wind bloweth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Murmuring as he goeth,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 26]</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mingling with her dream;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Onward still the river sweepeth</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a sound of long-agone;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lowly, Brothers, lo! she weepeth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She is now no more alone;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Long-loved forms and long-loved faces</span><br > +<span class="i0">Round about her pillow throng,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through her memory's desert places</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flow the waters of our song.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lady! if thy life be holy</span><br > +<span class="i0">As when thou wert yet a child,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though our song be melancholy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It will stir no anguish wild;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the soul that hath lived well,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the soul that child-like is,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is quiet in the spell</span><br > +<span class="i0">That brings back early memories.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song1" id="Song1"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song1"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONG.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">Lift up the curtains of thine eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And let their light outshine!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let me adore the mysteries</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of those mild orbs of thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which ever queenly calm do roll,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Attunèd to an ordered soul!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Lift up the curtains of thine eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">And let their light outshine!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let me adore the mysteries</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of those mild orbs of thine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which ever queenly calm do roll,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Attunèd to an ordered soul!</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Open thy lips yet once again</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, while my soul doth hush</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With awe, pour forth that holy strain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which seemeth me to gush,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A fount of music, running o'er</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From thy deep spirit's inmost core!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Open thy lips yet once again</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, while my soul doth hush</span><br > +<span class="i0">With awe, pour forth that holy strain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which seemeth me to gush,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A fount of music, running o'er</span><br > +<span class="i0">From thy deep spirit's inmost core!</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">The melody that dwells in thee</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Begets in me as well</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A spiritual harmony,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A mild and blessèd spell;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far, far above earth's atmosphere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I rise, whene'er thy voice I hear.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The melody that dwells in thee</span><br > +<span class="i2">Begets in me as well</span><br > +<span class="i0">A spiritual harmony,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A mild and blessèd spell;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far, far above earth's atmosphere</span><br > +<span class="i0">I rise, whene'er thy voice I hear.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Departed" id="Departed"></a></p> +<p><a id="Departed"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 27]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 27]</span><br > <h4>THE DEPARTED.</h4> -<span class="i02">Not they alone are the departed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who have laid them down to sleep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the grave narrow and lonely,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not for them only do I vigils keep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not for them only am I heavy-hearted,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not for them only!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Many, many, there are many</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who no more are with me here,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As cherished, as beloved as any</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whom I have seen upon the bier.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I weep to think of those old faces,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To see them in their grief or mirth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I weep—for there are empty places</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Around my heart's once crowded hearth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The cold ground doth not cover them,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The grass hath not grown over them,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet are they gone from me on earth;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O! how more bitter is this weeping,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than for those lost ones who are sleeping</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where sun will shine and flowers blow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where gentle winds will whisper low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the stars have them in their keeping!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherefore from me who loved you so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O! wherefore did ye go?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have shed full many a tear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have wrestled oft in prayer—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But ye do not come again;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How could anything so dear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How could anything so fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Vanish like the summer rain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No, no, it cannot be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But ye are still with me!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">And yet, O! where art thou,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Childhood, with sunny brow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And floating hair?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where art thou hiding now?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have sought thee everywhere,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All among the shrubs and flowers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of those garden-walks of ours—</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 28]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art not there!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the shadow of Night's wings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath darkened all the Earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I listen for thy gambolings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beside the cheerful hearth—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art not there!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I listen to the far-off bell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I murmur o'er the little songs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which thou didst love so well,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pleasant memories come in throngs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mine eyes are blurred with tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But no glimpse of thee appears:</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Not they alone are the departed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who have laid them down to sleep</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the grave narrow and lonely,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not for them only do I vigils keep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not for them only am I heavy-hearted,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not for them only!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Many, many, there are many</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who no more are with me here,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As cherished, as beloved as any</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whom I have seen upon the bier.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I weep to think of those old faces,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To see them in their grief or mirth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I weep—for there are empty places</span><br > +<span class="i0">Around my heart's once crowded hearth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The cold ground doth not cover them,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The grass hath not grown over them,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet are they gone from me on earth;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O! how more bitter is this weeping,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than for those lost ones who are sleeping</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where sun will shine and flowers blow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where gentle winds will whisper low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the stars have them in their keeping!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherefore from me who loved you so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O! wherefore did ye go?</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have shed full many a tear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have wrestled oft in prayer—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But ye do not come again;</span><br > +<span class="i0">How could anything so dear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How could anything so fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Vanish like the summer rain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">No, no, it cannot be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But ye are still with me!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">And yet, O! where art thou,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Childhood, with sunny brow</span><br > +<span class="i0">And floating hair?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where art thou hiding now?</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have sought thee everywhere,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All among the shrubs and flowers</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of those garden-walks of ours—</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 28]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art not there!</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the shadow of Night's wings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath darkened all the Earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I listen for thy gambolings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beside the cheerful hearth—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art not there!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I listen to the far-off bell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I murmur o'er the little songs</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which thou didst love so well,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pleasant memories come in throngs</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mine eyes are blurred with tears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But no glimpse of thee appears:</span><br > <span class="i0">Lonely am I in the Winter, lonely in the -Spring,</span><br /> +Spring,</span><br > <span class="i0">Summer and Harvest bring no trace of -thee—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oh! whither, whither art thou wandering,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou who didst once so cleave to me?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">And Love is gone;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have seen him come,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have seen him, too, depart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaving desolate his home,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His bright home in my heart.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I am alone!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cold, cold is his hearth-stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wide open stands the door;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The frolic and the gentle one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall I see no more, no more?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the fount the bowl is broken,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I shall drink it not again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All my longing prayers are spoken,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And felt, ah, woe is me, in vain!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oh, childish hopes and childish fancies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whither have ye fled away?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I long for you in mournful trances,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I long for you by night and day;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beautiful thoughts that once were mine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Might I but win you back once more,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Might ye about my being twine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cluster as ye did of yore!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O! do not let me pray in vain—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How good and happy I should be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How free from every shade of pain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If ye would come again to me!</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 29]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, come again! come, come again!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath the sun forgot its brightness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have the stars forgot to shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That they bring not their wonted lightness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To this weary heart of mine?</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis not the sun that shone on thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Happy childhood, long ago—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not the same stars silently</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looking on the same bright snow—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not the same that Love and I</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Together watched in days gone by!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No, not the same, alas for me!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Would God that those who early went</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the house dark and low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For whom our mourning heads were bent,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For whom our steps were slow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, would that these alone had left us,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That Fate of these alone had reft us,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Would God indeed that it were so!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Many leaves too soon must wither,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Many flowers too soon must die,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Many bright ones wandering hither,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We know not whence, we know not why,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like the leaves and like the flowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Vanish, ere the summer hours,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That brought them to us, have gone by.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">O for the hopes and for the feelings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Childhood, that I shared with thee—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The high resolves, the bright revealings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the soul's might, which thou gav'st me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gentle Love, woe worth the day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Woe worth the hour when thou wert born,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Woe worth the day thou fled'st away—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A shade across the wind-waved corn—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A dewdrop falling from the leaves</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Chance-shaken in a summer's morn!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Woe, woe is me! my sick heart grieves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Companionless and anguish-worn!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I know it well, our manly years</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must be baptized in bitter tears;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full many fountains must run dry</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That youth has dreamed for long hours by,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 30]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Choked by convention's siroc blast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or drifting sands of many cares;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slowly they leave us all at last,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cease their flowing unawares.</span><br /> +thee—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oh! whither, whither art thou wandering,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou who didst once so cleave to me?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">And Love is gone;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have seen him come,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have seen him, too, depart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaving desolate his home,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His bright home in my heart.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I am alone!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cold, cold is his hearth-stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wide open stands the door;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The frolic and the gentle one</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall I see no more, no more?</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the fount the bowl is broken,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I shall drink it not again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All my longing prayers are spoken,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And felt, ah, woe is me, in vain!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oh, childish hopes and childish fancies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whither have ye fled away?</span><br > +<span class="i0">I long for you in mournful trances,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I long for you by night and day;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beautiful thoughts that once were mine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Might I but win you back once more,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Might ye about my being twine</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cluster as ye did of yore!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O! do not let me pray in vain—</span><br > +<span class="i0">How good and happy I should be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How free from every shade of pain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If ye would come again to me!</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 29]</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, come again! come, come again!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath the sun forgot its brightness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have the stars forgot to shine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That they bring not their wonted lightness</span><br > +<span class="i0">To this weary heart of mine?</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis not the sun that shone on thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Happy childhood, long ago—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not the same stars silently</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looking on the same bright snow—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not the same that Love and I</span><br > +<span class="i0">Together watched in days gone by!</span><br > +<span class="i0">No, not the same, alas for me!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Would God that those who early went</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the house dark and low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For whom our mourning heads were bent,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For whom our steps were slow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, would that these alone had left us,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That Fate of these alone had reft us,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Would God indeed that it were so!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Many leaves too soon must wither,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Many flowers too soon must die,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Many bright ones wandering hither,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We know not whence, we know not why,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like the leaves and like the flowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Vanish, ere the summer hours,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That brought them to us, have gone by.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">O for the hopes and for the feelings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Childhood, that I shared with thee—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The high resolves, the bright revealings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the soul's might, which thou gav'st me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gentle Love, woe worth the day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Woe worth the hour when thou wert born,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Woe worth the day thou fled'st away—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A shade across the wind-waved corn—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A dewdrop falling from the leaves</span><br > +<span class="i0">Chance-shaken in a summer's morn!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Woe, woe is me! my sick heart grieves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Companionless and anguish-worn!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I know it well, our manly years</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must be baptized in bitter tears;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full many fountains must run dry</span><br > +<span class="i0">That youth has dreamed for long hours by,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 30]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Choked by convention's siroc blast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or drifting sands of many cares;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slowly they leave us all at last,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cease their flowing unawares.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Bobo" id="Bobo"></a></p> +<p><a id="Bobo"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE BOBOLINK.</h4> -<span class="i02">Anacreon of the meadow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drunk with the joy of spring!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath the tall pine's voiceful shadow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I lie and drink thy jargoning;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My soul is full with melodies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One drop would overflow it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And send the tears into mine eyes—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But what car'st thou to know it?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy heart is free as mountain air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And of thy lays thou hast no care,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scattering them gayly everywhere,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Happy, unconscious poet!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Upon a tuft of meadow grass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While thy loved-one tends the nest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou swayest as the breezes pass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unburthening thine o'erfull breast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the crowded songs that fill it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just as joy may choose to will it.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lord of thy love and liberty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The blithest bird of merry May,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou turnest thy bright eyes on me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That say as plain as eye can say—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Here sit we, here in the summer weather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I and my modest mate together;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whatever your wise thoughts may be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Under that gloomy old pine tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We do not value them a feather."</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Now, leaving earth and me behind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou beatest up against the wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, floating slowly down before it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Above thy grass-hid nest thou flutterest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thy bridal love-song utterest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Raining showers of music o'er it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Weary never, still thou trillest,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 31]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spring-gladsome lays,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As of moss-rimmed water-brooks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Murmuring through pebbly nooks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In quiet summer days.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My heart with happiness thou fillest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I seem again to be a boy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Watching thee, gay, blithesome lover,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er the bending grass-tops hover,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Quivering thy wings for joy.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There's something in the apple-blossom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The greening grass and bobolink's song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wakes again within my bosom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feelings which have slumbered long.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As long, long years ago I wandered,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I seem to wander even yet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hours the idle school-boy squandered,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The man would die ere he'd forget.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O hours that frosty eld deemed wasted,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nodding his gray head toward my books,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I dearer prize the lore I tasted</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With you, among the trees and brooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than all that I have gained since then</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From learnèd books or study-withered men!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nature, thy soul was one with mine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, as a sister by a younger brother</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is loved, each flowing to the other,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such love for me was thine.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or wert thou not more like a loving mother</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With sympathy and loving power to heal,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Anacreon of the meadow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drunk with the joy of spring!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath the tall pine's voiceful shadow</span><br > +<span class="i0">I lie and drink thy jargoning;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My soul is full with melodies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One drop would overflow it,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And send the tears into mine eyes—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But what car'st thou to know it?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy heart is free as mountain air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And of thy lays thou hast no care,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scattering them gayly everywhere,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Happy, unconscious poet!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Upon a tuft of meadow grass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While thy loved-one tends the nest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou swayest as the breezes pass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unburthening thine o'erfull breast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the crowded songs that fill it,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just as joy may choose to will it.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lord of thy love and liberty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The blithest bird of merry May,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou turnest thy bright eyes on me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That say as plain as eye can say—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Here sit we, here in the summer weather,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I and my modest mate together;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whatever your wise thoughts may be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Under that gloomy old pine tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We do not value them a feather."</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Now, leaving earth and me behind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou beatest up against the wind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, floating slowly down before it,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Above thy grass-hid nest thou flutterest</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thy bridal love-song utterest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Raining showers of music o'er it,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Weary never, still thou trillest,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 31]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spring-gladsome lays,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As of moss-rimmed water-brooks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Murmuring through pebbly nooks</span><br > +<span class="i0">In quiet summer days.</span><br > +<span class="i0">My heart with happiness thou fillest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I seem again to be a boy</span><br > +<span class="i0">Watching thee, gay, blithesome lover,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er the bending grass-tops hover,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Quivering thy wings for joy.</span><br > +<span class="i0">There's something in the apple-blossom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The greening grass and bobolink's song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wakes again within my bosom</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feelings which have slumbered long.</span><br > +<span class="i0">As long, long years ago I wandered,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I seem to wander even yet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hours the idle school-boy squandered,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The man would die ere he'd forget.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O hours that frosty eld deemed wasted,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nodding his gray head toward my books,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I dearer prize the lore I tasted</span><br > +<span class="i0">With you, among the trees and brooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than all that I have gained since then</span><br > +<span class="i0">From learnèd books or study-withered men!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nature, thy soul was one with mine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, as a sister by a younger brother</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is loved, each flowing to the other,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such love for me was thine.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or wert thou not more like a loving mother</span><br > +<span class="i0">With sympathy and loving power to heal,</span><br > <span class="i0">Against whose heart my throbbing heart I'd -lay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And moan my childish sorrows all away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till calm and holiness would o'er me steal?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was not the golden sunset a dear friend?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Found I no kindness in the silent moon,</span><br /> +lay</span><br > +<span class="i0">And moan my childish sorrows all away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till calm and holiness would o'er me steal?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was not the golden sunset a dear friend?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Found I no kindness in the silent moon,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the green trees, whose tops did sway and -bend,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Low singing evermore their pleasant tune?</span><br /> +bend,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Low singing evermore their pleasant tune?</span><br > <span class="i0">Felt I no heart in dim and solemn -woods—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No loved-one's voice in lonely solitudes?</span><br /> +woods—</span><br > +<span class="i0">No loved-one's voice in lonely solitudes?</span><br > <span class="i0">Yes, yes! unhoodwinked then my spirit's eyes,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Blind leaders had not <i>taught me</i> to be -wise.</span><br /> +wise.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Dear hours! which now again I over-live,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hearing and seeing with the ears and eyes</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 32]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of childhood, ye were bees, that to the hive</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of my young heart came laden with rich prize,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Dear hours! which now again I over-live,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hearing and seeing with the ears and eyes</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 32]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of childhood, ye were bees, that to the hive</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of my young heart came laden with rich prize,</span><br > <span class="i0">Gathered in fields and woods and sunny dells, to -be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My spirit's food in days more wintery.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yea, yet again ye come! ye come!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, like a child once more at home</span><br /> -<span class="i0">After long sojourning in alien climes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I lie upon my mother's breast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feeling the blessedness of rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dwelling in the light of other times.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">O ye whose living is not <i>Life</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose dying is but death,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Song, empty toil and petty strife,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rounded with loss of breath!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go, look on Nature's countenance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drink in the blessing of her glance;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look on the sunset, hear the wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The cataract, the awful thunder;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go, worship by the sea;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, and then only, shall ye find,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With ever-growing wonder,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Man is not all in all to ye;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go with a meek and humble soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then shall the scales of self unroll</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From off your eyes—the weary packs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drop from your heavy-laden backs;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And ye shall see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With reverent and hopeful eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Glowing with new-born energies,</span><br /> +be</span><br > +<span class="i0">My spirit's food in days more wintery.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yea, yet again ye come! ye come!</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, like a child once more at home</span><br > +<span class="i0">After long sojourning in alien climes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I lie upon my mother's breast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feeling the blessedness of rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dwelling in the light of other times.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">O ye whose living is not <i>Life</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose dying is but death,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Song, empty toil and petty strife,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rounded with loss of breath!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go, look on Nature's countenance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drink in the blessing of her glance;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look on the sunset, hear the wind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The cataract, the awful thunder;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go, worship by the sea;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, and then only, shall ye find,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With ever-growing wonder,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Man is not all in all to ye;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go with a meek and humble soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then shall the scales of self unroll</span><br > +<span class="i0">From off your eyes—the weary packs</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drop from your heavy-laden backs;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And ye shall see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With reverent and hopeful eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Glowing with new-born energies,</span><br > <span class="i0">How great a thing it is to <span -class="smcap">be</span>!</span><br /> +class="smcap">be</span>!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Forget" id="Forget"></a></p> +<p><a id="Forget"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>FORGETFULNESS.</h4> -<span class="i00">There's a haven of sure rest</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the loud world's bewildering stress</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As a bird dreaming on her nest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As dew hid in a rose's breast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As Hesper in the glowing West;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">So the heart sleeps</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In thy calm deeps,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Serene Forgetfulness!</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 33]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">No sorrow in that place may be,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The noise of life grows less and less:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As moss far down within the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As, in white lily caves, a bee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As life in a hazy reverie;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">So the heart's wave</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In thy dim cave,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hushes, Forgetfulness!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Duty and care fade far away</span><br /> -<span class="i2">What toil may be we cannot guess:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As a ship anchored in the bay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As a cloud at summer-noon astray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As water-blooms in a breezeless day;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">So,'neath thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The full heart lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And dreams, Forgetfulness!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There's a haven of sure rest</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the loud world's bewildering stress</span><br > +<span class="i0">As a bird dreaming on her nest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As dew hid in a rose's breast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As Hesper in the glowing West;</span><br > +<span class="i4">So the heart sleeps</span><br > +<span class="i4">In thy calm deeps,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Serene Forgetfulness!</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 33]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">No sorrow in that place may be,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The noise of life grows less and less:</span><br > +<span class="i0">As moss far down within the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As, in white lily caves, a bee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As life in a hazy reverie;</span><br > +<span class="i4">So the heart's wave</span><br > +<span class="i4">In thy dim cave,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hushes, Forgetfulness!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Duty and care fade far away</span><br > +<span class="i2">What toil may be we cannot guess:</span><br > +<span class="i0">As a ship anchored in the bay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As a cloud at summer-noon astray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As water-blooms in a breezeless day;</span><br > +<span class="i4">So,'neath thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The full heart lies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And dreams, Forgetfulness!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song2" id="Song2"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song2"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONG.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">What reck I of the stars, when I</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May gaze into thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er which the brown hair flowingly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is parted maidenwise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From thy pale forehead, calm and bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over thy cheeks so rosy white?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">What reck I of the stars, when I</span><br > +<span class="i2">May gaze into thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er which the brown hair flowingly</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is parted maidenwise</span><br > +<span class="i0">From thy pale forehead, calm and bright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over thy cheeks so rosy white?</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">What care I for the red moon-rise?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Far liefer would I sit</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And watch the joy within thine eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gush up at sight of it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thyself my queenly moon shall be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ruling my heart's deep tides for me!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">What care I for the red moon-rise?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Far liefer would I sit</span><br > +<span class="i0">And watch the joy within thine eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gush up at sight of it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thyself my queenly moon shall be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ruling my heart's deep tides for me!</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">What heed I if the sky be blue?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So are thy holy eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And bright with shadows ever new</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of changeful sympathies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which in thy soul's unruffled deep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rest evermore, but never sleep.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 34]</span><br /> +<span class="i00">What heed I if the sky be blue?</span><br > +<span class="i2">So are thy holy eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And bright with shadows ever new</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of changeful sympathies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which in thy soul's unruffled deep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rest evermore, but never sleep.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 34]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Poet" id="Poet"></a></p> +<p><a id="Poet"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE POET.</h4> -<span class="i00">He who hath felt Life's mystery</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Press on him like thick night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose soul hath known no history</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But struggling after light;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He who hath seen dim shapes arise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the soundless depths of soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which gaze on him with meaning eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Full of the mighty whole,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet will no word of healing speak,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Although he pray night-long,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"O, help me, save me! I am weak,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And ye are wondrous strong!"—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, in the midnight dark and deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath felt a voice of might</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come echoing through the halls of sleep</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the lone heart of Night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, starting from his restless bed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath watched and wept to know</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What meant that oracle of dread</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That stirred his being so;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He who hath felt how strong and great</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This Godlike soul of man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And looked full in the eyes of Fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Since Life and Thought began;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The armor of whose moveless trust</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Knoweth no spot of weakness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who hath trod fear into the dust</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beneath the feet of meekness;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He who hath calmly borne his cross,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Knowing himself the king</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of time, nor counted it a loss</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To learn by suffering;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And who hath worshipped woman still</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a pure soul and lowly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor ever hath in deed or will</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Profaned her temple holy—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He is the Poet, him unto</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The gift of song is given,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose life is lofty, strong, and true,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who never fell from Heaven;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 35]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He is the Poet, from his lips</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To live forevermore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Majestical as full-sailed ships,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The words of Wisdom pour.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">He who hath felt Life's mystery</span><br > +<span class="i2">Press on him like thick night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose soul hath known no history</span><br > +<span class="i2">But struggling after light;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">He who hath seen dim shapes arise</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the soundless depths of soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which gaze on him with meaning eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Full of the mighty whole,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet will no word of healing speak,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Although he pray night-long,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"O, help me, save me! I am weak,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And ye are wondrous strong!"—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, in the midnight dark and deep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath felt a voice of might</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come echoing through the halls of sleep</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the lone heart of Night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, starting from his restless bed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath watched and wept to know</span><br > +<span class="i0">What meant that oracle of dread</span><br > +<span class="i2">That stirred his being so;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He who hath felt how strong and great</span><br > +<span class="i2">This Godlike soul of man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And looked full in the eyes of Fate,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Since Life and Thought began;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The armor of whose moveless trust</span><br > +<span class="i2">Knoweth no spot of weakness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who hath trod fear into the dust</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beneath the feet of meekness;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">He who hath calmly borne his cross,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Knowing himself the king</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of time, nor counted it a loss</span><br > +<span class="i2">To learn by suffering;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And who hath worshipped woman still</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a pure soul and lowly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor ever hath in deed or will</span><br > +<span class="i2">Profaned her temple holy—</span><br > +<span class="i0">He is the Poet, him unto</span><br > +<span class="i2">The gift of song is given,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose life is lofty, strong, and true,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who never fell from Heaven;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 35]</span><br > +<span class="i0">He is the Poet, from his lips</span><br > +<span class="i2">To live forevermore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Majestical as full-sailed ships,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The words of Wisdom pour.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Flowers" id="Flowers"></a></p> +<p><a id="Flowers"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>FLOWERS.</h4> -<span class="i00a">"Hail be thou, holie hearbe,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Growing on the ground,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All in the mount Calvary</span><br /> -<span class="i2">First wert thou found;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art good for manie a sore,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou healest manie a wound,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the name of sweete Jesus</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I take thee from the ground."</span><br /> -<span class="i8">—<i>Ancient Charm-verse.</i></span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"Hail be thou, holie hearbe,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Growing on the ground,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All in the mount Calvary</span><br > +<span class="i2">First wert thou found;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art good for manie a sore,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou healest manie a wound,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the name of sweete Jesus</span><br > +<span class="i2">I take thee from the ground."</span><br > +<span class="i8">—<i>Ancient Charm-verse.</i></span><br > <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">When, from a pleasant ramble, home</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fresh-stored with quiet thoughts, I come,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I pluck some wayside flower</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And press it in the choicest nook</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of a much-loved and oft-read book;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when upon its leaves I look</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In a less happy hour,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dear memory bears me far away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto her fairy bower,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And on her breast my head I lay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While, in a motherly, sweet strain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She sings me gently back again</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To by-gone feelings, until they</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seem children born of yesterday.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">When, from a pleasant ramble, home</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fresh-stored with quiet thoughts, I come,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I pluck some wayside flower</span><br > +<span class="i0">And press it in the choicest nook</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of a much-loved and oft-read book;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when upon its leaves I look</span><br > +<span class="i0">In a less happy hour,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dear memory bears me far away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto her fairy bower,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And on her breast my head I lay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While, in a motherly, sweet strain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She sings me gently back again</span><br > +<span class="i0">To by-gone feelings, until they</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seem children born of yesterday.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i02">Yes, many a story of past hours</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I read in these dear withered flowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And once again I seem to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lying beneath the old oak tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And looking up into the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through thick leaves rifted fitfully,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lulled by the rustling of the vine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or the faint low of far-off kine;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 36]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And once again I seem</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To watch the whirling bubbles flee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through shade and gleam alternately,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down the vine-bowered stream;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or 'neath the odorous linden trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When summer twilight lingers long,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hear the flowing of the breeze</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And unseen insects' slumberous song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That mingle into one and seem</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like dim murmurs of a dream;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fair faces, too, I seem to see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smiling from pleasant eyes at me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And voices sweet I hear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, like remembered melody,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flow through my spirit's ear.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Yes, many a story of past hours</span><br > +<span class="i0">I read in these dear withered flowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And once again I seem to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lying beneath the old oak tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And looking up into the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through thick leaves rifted fitfully,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lulled by the rustling of the vine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or the faint low of far-off kine;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 36]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And once again I seem</span><br > +<span class="i0">To watch the whirling bubbles flee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through shade and gleam alternately,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down the vine-bowered stream;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or 'neath the odorous linden trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When summer twilight lingers long,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hear the flowing of the breeze</span><br > +<span class="i0">And unseen insects' slumberous song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That mingle into one and seem</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like dim murmurs of a dream;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fair faces, too, I seem to see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smiling from pleasant eyes at me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And voices sweet I hear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, like remembered melody,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flow through my spirit's ear.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">A poem every flower is,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And every leaf a line,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with delicious memories</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They fill this heart of mine:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No living blossoms are so clear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As these dead relics treasured here;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One tells of Love, of friendship one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love's quiet after-sunset time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the all-dazzling light is gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, with the soul's low vesper-chime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er half its heaven doth out-flow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A holy calm and steady glow.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some are gay feast-songs, some are dirges,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In some a joy with sorrow merges;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">A poem every flower is,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And every leaf a line,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with delicious memories</span><br > +<span class="i0">They fill this heart of mine:</span><br > +<span class="i0">No living blossoms are so clear</span><br > +<span class="i0">As these dead relics treasured here;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One tells of Love, of friendship one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love's quiet after-sunset time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the all-dazzling light is gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, with the soul's low vesper-chime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er half its heaven doth out-flow</span><br > +<span class="i0">A holy calm and steady glow.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some are gay feast-songs, some are dirges,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In some a joy with sorrow merges;</span><br > <span class="i0">One sings the shadowed woods, and one the -roar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of ocean's everlasting surges,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tumbling upon the beach's hard-beat floor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or sliding backward from the shore</span><br /> +roar</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of ocean's everlasting surges,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tumbling upon the beach's hard-beat floor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or sliding backward from the shore</span><br > <span class="i0">To meet the landward waves and slowly plunge once -more.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O flowers of grace, I bless ye all</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the dear faces ye recall!</span><br /> +more.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O flowers of grace, I bless ye all</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the dear faces ye recall!</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i02">Upon the banks of Life's deep streams</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full many a flower groweth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which with a wondrous fragrance teems,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 37]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And in the silent water gleams,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And trembles as the water floweth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Many a one the wave upteareth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Washing ever the roots away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And far upon its bosom beareth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To bloom no more in Youth's glad May;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As farther on the river runs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flowing more deep and strong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only a few pale, scattered ones</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are seen the dreary banks along;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And where those flowers do not grow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The river floweth dark and chill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its voice is sad, and with its flow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mingles ever a sense of ill;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, Poet, thou who gather dost</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Life's best flowers the brightest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, take good heed they be not lost</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While with the angry flood thou fightest!</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Upon the banks of Life's deep streams</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full many a flower groweth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which with a wondrous fragrance teems,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 37]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And in the silent water gleams,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And trembles as the water floweth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Many a one the wave upteareth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Washing ever the roots away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And far upon its bosom beareth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To bloom no more in Youth's glad May;</span><br > +<span class="i0">As farther on the river runs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flowing more deep and strong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only a few pale, scattered ones</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are seen the dreary banks along;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And where those flowers do not grow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The river floweth dark and chill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its voice is sad, and with its flow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mingles ever a sense of ill;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, Poet, thou who gather dost</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Life's best flowers the brightest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, take good heed they be not lost</span><br > +<span class="i0">While with the angry flood thou fightest!</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i02">In the cool grottos of the soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whence flows thought's crystal river,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whence songs of joy forever roll</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To Him who is the Giver—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There store thou them, where fresh and green</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their leaves and blossoms may be seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A spring of joy that faileth never;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There store thou them, and they shall be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A blessing and a peace to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in their youth and purity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt be young forever!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, with their fragrance rich and rare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy living shall be rife,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strength shall be thine thy cross to bear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And they shall be a chaplet fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Breathing a pure and holy air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To crown thy holy life.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">In the cool grottos of the soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whence flows thought's crystal river,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whence songs of joy forever roll</span><br > +<span class="i0">To Him who is the Giver—</span><br > +<span class="i0">There store thou them, where fresh and green</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their leaves and blossoms may be seen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A spring of joy that faileth never;</span><br > +<span class="i0">There store thou them, and they shall be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A blessing and a peace to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in their youth and purity</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be young forever!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, with their fragrance rich and rare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy living shall be rife,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strength shall be thine thy cross to bear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And they shall be a chaplet fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Breathing a pure and holy air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To crown thy holy life.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i02">O Poet! above all men blest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Take heed that thus thou store them;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever rest,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 38]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Sweet birds (upon how sweet a nest!)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Watchfully brooding o'er them.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And from those flowers of Paradise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scatter thou many a blessèd seed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherefrom an offspring may arise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To cheer the hearts and light the eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of after-voyagers in their need.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They shall not fall on stony ground,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, yielding all their hundred-fold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall shed a peacefulness around,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose strengthening joy may not be told,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So shall thy name be blest of all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thy remembrance never die;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For of that seed shall surely fall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the fair garden of Eternity.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Exult then in the nobleness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of this thy work so holy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet be not thou one jot the less</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Humble and meek and lowly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But let thine exultation be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The reverence of a bended knee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And by thy life a poem write,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Built strongly day by day—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And on the rock of Truth and Right</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its deep foundations lay.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">O Poet! above all men blest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Take heed that thus thou store them;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever rest,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 38]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Sweet birds (upon how sweet a nest!)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Watchfully brooding o'er them.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And from those flowers of Paradise</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scatter thou many a blessèd seed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherefrom an offspring may arise</span><br > +<span class="i0">To cheer the hearts and light the eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of after-voyagers in their need.</span><br > +<span class="i0">They shall not fall on stony ground,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, yielding all their hundred-fold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall shed a peacefulness around,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose strengthening joy may not be told,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So shall thy name be blest of all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thy remembrance never die;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For of that seed shall surely fall</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the fair garden of Eternity.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Exult then in the nobleness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of this thy work so holy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet be not thou one jot the less</span><br > +<span class="i0">Humble and meek and lowly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But let thine exultation be</span><br > +<span class="i0">The reverence of a bended knee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And by thy life a poem write,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Built strongly day by day—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And on the rock of Truth and Right</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its deep foundations lay.</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> <span class="i02">It is thy <span class="smcap">duty</span>! Guard it -well!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For unto thee hath much been given,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thou canst make this life a Hell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or Jacob's-ladder up to Heaven.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let not thy baptism in Life's wave</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Make thee like him whom Homer sings—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sleeper in a living grave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Callous and hard to outward things;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But open all thy soul and sense</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To every blessèd influence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That from the heart of Nature springs:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then shall thy Life-flowers be to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When thy best years are told,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As much as these have been to me—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yea, more, a thousand-fold!</span><br /> +well!</span><br > +<span class="i0">For unto thee hath much been given,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thou canst make this life a Hell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or Jacob's-ladder up to Heaven.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let not thy baptism in Life's wave</span><br > +<span class="i0">Make thee like him whom Homer sings—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sleeper in a living grave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Callous and hard to outward things;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But open all thy soul and sense</span><br > +<span class="i0">To every blessèd influence</span><br > +<span class="i0">That from the heart of Nature springs:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then shall thy Life-flowers be to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When thy best years are told,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As much as these have been to me—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yea, more, a thousand-fold!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Lover" id="Lover"></a></p> +<p><a id="Lover"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 39]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 39]</span><br > <h4>THE LOVER.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">Go from the world from East to West,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Search every land beneath the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You cannot find a man so blest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A king so powerful as I,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though you should seek eternally.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Go from the world from East to West,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Search every land beneath the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You cannot find a man so blest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A king so powerful as I,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though you should seek eternally.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i02">For I a gentle lover be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sitting at my loved-one's side;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She giveth her whole soul to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Without a wish or thought of pride,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she shall be my cherished bride.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">For I a gentle lover be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sitting at my loved-one's side;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She giveth her whole soul to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">Without a wish or thought of pride,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she shall be my cherished bride.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">No show of gaudiness hath she,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She doth not flash with jewels rare;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In beautiful simplicity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She weareth leafy garlands fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or modest flowers in her hair.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">No show of gaudiness hath she,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She doth not flash with jewels rare;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In beautiful simplicity</span><br > +<span class="i0">She weareth leafy garlands fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or modest flowers in her hair.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i02">Sometimes she dons a robe of green,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sometimes a robe of snowy white,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, in whatever garb she's seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seems most beautiful and right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And is the loveliest to my sight.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Sometimes she dons a robe of green,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sometimes a robe of snowy white,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, in whatever garb she's seen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seems most beautiful and right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And is the loveliest to my sight.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i02">Not I her lover am alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet unto all she doth suffice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">None jealous is, and every one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reads love and truth within her eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And deemeth her his own dear prize.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Not I her lover am alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet unto all she doth suffice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">None jealous is, and every one</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reads love and truth within her eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And deemeth her his own dear prize.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i02">And so thou art, Eternal Nature!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yes, bride of Heaven, so thou art;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou, wholly lovest every creature,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Giving to each no stinted part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But filling every peaceful heart.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">And so thou art, Eternal Nature!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yes, bride of Heaven, so thou art;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou, wholly lovest every creature,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Giving to each no stinted part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But filling every peaceful heart.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 40]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 40]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="EWG" id="EWG"></a></p> +<p><a id="EWG"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO E. W. G.</h4> <span class="i00a">"Dear Child! dear happy Girl! if thou appear</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Heedless—untouched with awe or serious -thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy nature is not therefore less divine:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">God being with thee when we know it not."</span><br /> -<span class="i8">—<i>Wordsworth.</i></span><br /> - -<span class="i02">As through a strip of sunny light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A white dove flashes swiftly on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So suddenly before my sight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou gleamed'st a moment and wert gone;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet I long shall bear in mind</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The pleasant thoughts thou left'st behind.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thou mad'st me happy with thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And happy with thine open smile,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, as I write, sweet memories</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come thronging round me all the while;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou mad'st me happy with thine eyes—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gentle feelings long forgot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looked up and oped their eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like violets when they see a spot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of summer in the skies.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Around thy playful lips did glitter</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heat-lightnings of a girlish scorn;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Harmless they were, for nothing bitter</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In thy dear heart was ever born—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That merry heart that could not lie</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Within its warm nest quietly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But ever from each full, dark eye</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was looking kindly night and morn.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">There was an archness in thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Born of the gentlest mockeries,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thy light laughter rang as clear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As water-drops I loved to hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In days of boyhood, as they fell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tinkling far down the dim, still well;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with its sound come back once more</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 41]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">The feelings of my early years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And half aloud I murmured o'er—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Sure I have heard that sound before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is so pleasant in mine ears."</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Whenever thou didst look on me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I thought of merry birds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And something of spring's melody</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came to me in thy words;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy thoughts did dance and bound along</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like happy children in their play,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose hearts run over into song</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For gladness of the summer's day;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mine grew dizzy with the sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still feeling lighter and more light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till, joining hands, they whirled away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As blithe and merrily as they.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">I bound a larch-twig round with flowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which thou didst twine among thy hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gladsome were the few, short hours</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When I was with thee there;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So now that thou art far away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Safe-nestled in thy warmer clime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In memory of a happier day</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I twine this simple wreath of rhyme.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Dost mind how she, whom thou dost love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More than in light words may be said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A coronal of amaranth wove</span><br /> -<span class="i0">About thy duly-sobered head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which kept itself a moment still</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That she might have her gentle will?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy childlike grace and purity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O keep forevermore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And as thou art, still strive to be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That on the farther shore</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Time's dark waters ye may meet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she may twine around thy brow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A wreath of those bright flowers that grow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where blessèd angels set their feet!</span><br /> +thought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy nature is not therefore less divine:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">God being with thee when we know it not."</span><br > +<span class="i8">—<i>Wordsworth.</i></span><br > + +<span class="i02">As through a strip of sunny light</span><br > +<span class="i0">A white dove flashes swiftly on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So suddenly before my sight</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou gleamed'st a moment and wert gone;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet I long shall bear in mind</span><br > +<span class="i0">The pleasant thoughts thou left'st behind.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thou mad'st me happy with thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And happy with thine open smile,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, as I write, sweet memories</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come thronging round me all the while;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou mad'st me happy with thine eyes—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gentle feelings long forgot</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looked up and oped their eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like violets when they see a spot</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of summer in the skies.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Around thy playful lips did glitter</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heat-lightnings of a girlish scorn;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Harmless they were, for nothing bitter</span><br > +<span class="i0">In thy dear heart was ever born—</span><br > +<span class="i0">That merry heart that could not lie</span><br > +<span class="i0">Within its warm nest quietly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But ever from each full, dark eye</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was looking kindly night and morn.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">There was an archness in thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Born of the gentlest mockeries,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thy light laughter rang as clear</span><br > +<span class="i0">As water-drops I loved to hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">In days of boyhood, as they fell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tinkling far down the dim, still well;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with its sound come back once more</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 41]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">The feelings of my early years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And half aloud I murmured o'er—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Sure I have heard that sound before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is so pleasant in mine ears."</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Whenever thou didst look on me</span><br > +<span class="i0">I thought of merry birds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And something of spring's melody</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came to me in thy words;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy thoughts did dance and bound along</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like happy children in their play,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose hearts run over into song</span><br > +<span class="i0">For gladness of the summer's day;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mine grew dizzy with the sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still feeling lighter and more light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till, joining hands, they whirled away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As blithe and merrily as they.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">I bound a larch-twig round with flowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which thou didst twine among thy hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gladsome were the few, short hours</span><br > +<span class="i0">When I was with thee there;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So now that thou art far away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Safe-nestled in thy warmer clime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In memory of a happier day</span><br > +<span class="i0">I twine this simple wreath of rhyme.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Dost mind how she, whom thou dost love</span><br > +<span class="i0">More than in light words may be said,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A coronal of amaranth wove</span><br > +<span class="i0">About thy duly-sobered head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which kept itself a moment still</span><br > +<span class="i0">That she might have her gentle will?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy childlike grace and purity</span><br > +<span class="i0">O keep forevermore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And as thou art, still strive to be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That on the farther shore</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Time's dark waters ye may meet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she may twine around thy brow</span><br > +<span class="i0">A wreath of those bright flowers that grow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where blessèd angels set their feet!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Isabel" id="Isabel"></a></p> +<p><a id="Isabel"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 42]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 42]</span><br > <h4>ISABEL.</h4> -<span class="i02">As the leaf upon the tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fluttering, gleaming constantly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such a lightsome thing was she,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My gay and gentle Isabel!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her heart was fed with love-springs sweet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in her face you'd see it beat</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hear the sound of welcome feet—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And were not mine so, Isabel?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">She knew it not, but she was fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And like a moonbeam was her hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That falls where flowing ripples are</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In summer evenings, Isabel!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her heart and tongue were scarce apart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unwittingly her lips would part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And love came gushing from her heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The woman's heart of Isabel.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">So pure her flesh-garb, and like dew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That in her features glimmered through</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each working of her spirit true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In wondrous beauty, Isabel!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sunbeam struggling through thick leaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A reaper's song mid yellow sheaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Less gladsome were;—my spirit grieves</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To think of thee, mild Isabel!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">I know not when I loved thee first;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not loving, I had been accurst,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet, having loved, my heart will burst,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Longing for thee, dear Isabel!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With silent tears my cheeks are wet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I would be calm, I would forget,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thy blue eyes gaze on me yet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When stars have risen, Isabel.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">The winds mourn for thee, Isabel,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The flowers expect thee in the dell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy gentle spirit loved them well;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I for thy sake, Isabel!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sunsets seem less lovely now</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than when, leaf checkered, on thy brow</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 43]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">They fell as lovingly as thou</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lingered'st till moon-rise, Isabel!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">At dead of night I seem to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy fair, pale features constantly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upturned in silent prayer for me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er moveless clasped hands, Isabel!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I call thee, thou dost not reply;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The stars gleam coldly on thine eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As like a dream thou flittest by,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And leav'st me weeping, Isabel!</span><br /> +<span class="i02">As the leaf upon the tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fluttering, gleaming constantly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such a lightsome thing was she,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My gay and gentle Isabel!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her heart was fed with love-springs sweet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in her face you'd see it beat</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hear the sound of welcome feet—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And were not mine so, Isabel?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">She knew it not, but she was fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And like a moonbeam was her hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That falls where flowing ripples are</span><br > +<span class="i0">In summer evenings, Isabel!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her heart and tongue were scarce apart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unwittingly her lips would part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And love came gushing from her heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The woman's heart of Isabel.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">So pure her flesh-garb, and like dew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That in her features glimmered through</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each working of her spirit true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In wondrous beauty, Isabel!</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sunbeam struggling through thick leaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A reaper's song mid yellow sheaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Less gladsome were;—my spirit grieves</span><br > +<span class="i0">To think of thee, mild Isabel!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">I know not when I loved thee first;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not loving, I had been accurst,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet, having loved, my heart will burst,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Longing for thee, dear Isabel!</span><br > +<span class="i0">With silent tears my cheeks are wet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I would be calm, I would forget,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thy blue eyes gaze on me yet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When stars have risen, Isabel.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">The winds mourn for thee, Isabel,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The flowers expect thee in the dell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy gentle spirit loved them well;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I for thy sake, Isabel!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sunsets seem less lovely now</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than when, leaf checkered, on thy brow</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 43]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">They fell as lovingly as thou</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lingered'st till moon-rise, Isabel!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">At dead of night I seem to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy fair, pale features constantly</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upturned in silent prayer for me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er moveless clasped hands, Isabel!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I call thee, thou dost not reply;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The stars gleam coldly on thine eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As like a dream thou flittest by,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And leav'st me weeping, Isabel!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Music" id="Music"></a></p> +<p><a id="Music"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>MUSIC.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">I seem to lie with drooping eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dreaming sweet dreams,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Half longings and half memories,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In woods where streams</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With trembling shades and whirling gleams,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Many and bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In song and light,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are ever, ever flowing;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I seem to lie with drooping eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dreaming sweet dreams,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Half longings and half memories,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In woods where streams</span><br > +<span class="i0">With trembling shades and whirling gleams,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Many and bright,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In song and light,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are ever, ever flowing;</span><br > <span class="i0">While the wind, if we list to the rustling -grass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which numbers his footsteps as they pass,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Seems scarcely to be blowing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the far-heard voice of Spring,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From sunny slopes comes wandering,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Calling the violets from the sleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That bound them under snow-drifts deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To open their childlike, asking eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On the new summer's paradise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mingled with the gurgling waters—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the dreamy witchery</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Acheloüs' silver-voiced daughters</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rose and fell with the heaving sea,</span><br /> +grass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which numbers his footsteps as they pass,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Seems scarcely to be blowing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the far-heard voice of Spring,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From sunny slopes comes wandering,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Calling the violets from the sleep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That bound them under snow-drifts deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To open their childlike, asking eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">On the new summer's paradise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mingled with the gurgling waters—</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the dreamy witchery</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Acheloüs' silver-voiced daughters</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rose and fell with the heaving sea,</span><br > <span class="i2">Whose great heart swelled with ecstasy—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The song of many a floating bird,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Winding through the rifted trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is dreamily half-heard—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sister stream of melodies</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 44]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rippled by the flutterings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of rapture-quivered wings.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The song of many a floating bird,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Winding through the rifted trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is dreamily half-heard—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sister stream of melodies</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 44]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rippled by the flutterings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of rapture-quivered wings.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">And now beside a cataract</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I lie, and through my soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From over me and under,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The never-ceasing thunder</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Arousingly doth roll;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the darkness all compact,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the trackless sea of gloom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sad and deep I hear it boom;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At intervals the cloud is cracked</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And a livid flash doth hiss</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Downward from its floating home,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lighting up the precipice</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the never-resting foam</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a dim and ghastly glare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, for a heart-beat, in the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shows the sweeping shrouds</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of the midnight clouds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And their wildly-scattered hair.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And now beside a cataract</span><br > +<span class="i0">I lie, and through my soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From over me and under,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The never-ceasing thunder</span><br > +<span class="i0">Arousingly doth roll;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the darkness all compact,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the trackless sea of gloom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sad and deep I hear it boom;</span><br > +<span class="i0">At intervals the cloud is cracked</span><br > +<span class="i0">And a livid flash doth hiss</span><br > +<span class="i2">Downward from its floating home,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lighting up the precipice</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the never-resting foam</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a dim and ghastly glare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, for a heart-beat, in the air,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shows the sweeping shrouds</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of the midnight clouds</span><br > +<span class="i0">And their wildly-scattered hair.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">Now listening to a woman's tone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In a wood I sit alone—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone because our souls are one;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All around my heart it flows,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lulling me in deep repose;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I fear to speak, I fear to move,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lest I should break the spell I love—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Low and gentle, calm and clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into my inmost soul it goes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As if my brother dear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who is no longer here,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had bended from the sky</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And murmured in my ear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A strain of that high harmony,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which they may sing alone</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who worship round the throne.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now listening to a woman's tone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In a wood I sit alone—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone because our souls are one;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">All around my heart it flows,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lulling me in deep repose;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I fear to speak, I fear to move,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lest I should break the spell I love—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Low and gentle, calm and clear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into my inmost soul it goes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As if my brother dear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who is no longer here,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had bended from the sky</span><br > +<span class="i2">And murmured in my ear</span><br > +<span class="i0">A strain of that high harmony,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which they may sing alone</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who worship round the throne.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">Now in a fairy boat,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On the bright waves of song,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now in a fairy boat,</span><br > +<span class="i2">On the bright waves of song,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 45]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 45]</span><br > -<span class="i2">Full merrily I float,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Merrily float along;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My helm is veered, I care not how,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My white sail bellies over me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And bright as gold the ripples be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That plash beneath the bow;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Before, behind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They feel the wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And they are dancing joyously—</span><br /> +<span class="i2">Full merrily I float,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Merrily float along;</span><br > +<span class="i2">My helm is veered, I care not how,</span><br > +<span class="i2">My white sail bellies over me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And bright as gold the ripples be</span><br > +<span class="i0">That plash beneath the bow;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Before, behind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">They feel the wind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And they are dancing joyously—</span><br > <span class="i0">While, faintly heard, along the far-off shore</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The surf goes plunging with a lingering roar;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Or anchored in a shadowy cove,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Entranced with harmonies,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Slowly I sink and rise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As the slow waves of music move.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Or anchored in a shadowy cove,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Entranced with harmonies,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Slowly I sink and rise</span><br > +<span class="i2">As the slow waves of music move.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">Now softly dashing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bubbling, plashing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mazy, dreamy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Faint and streamy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ripples into ripples melt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not so strongly heard as felt;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now rapid and quick,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While the heart beats thick,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The music silver wavelets crowd,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Distinct and clear, but never loud</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now all solemnly and slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In mild, deep tones they warble low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like the glad song of angels, when</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They sang good will and peace to men;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now faintly heard and far,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As if the spirit's ears</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had caught the anthem of a star</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Chanting with his brother-spheres</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the midnight dark and deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the body is asleep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And wondrous shadows pour in streams</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the twofold gate of dreams;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now onward roll the billows, swelling</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a tempest-sound of might,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As of voices doom foretelling</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the silent ear of Night;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 46]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And now a mingled ecstasy</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of all sweet sounds it is;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O! who may tell the agony</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of rapture such as this?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now softly dashing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bubbling, plashing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mazy, dreamy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Faint and streamy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ripples into ripples melt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not so strongly heard as felt;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now rapid and quick,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While the heart beats thick,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The music silver wavelets crowd,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Distinct and clear, but never loud</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now all solemnly and slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In mild, deep tones they warble low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like the glad song of angels, when</span><br > +<span class="i0">They sang good will and peace to men;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now faintly heard and far,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As if the spirit's ears</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had caught the anthem of a star</span><br > +<span class="i2">Chanting with his brother-spheres</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the midnight dark and deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the body is asleep</span><br > +<span class="i0">And wondrous shadows pour in streams</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the twofold gate of dreams;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now onward roll the billows, swelling</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a tempest-sound of might,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As of voices doom foretelling</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the silent ear of Night;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 46]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And now a mingled ecstasy</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of all sweet sounds it is;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O! who may tell the agony</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of rapture such as this?</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">I have drunk of the drink of immortals,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I have drunk of the life-giving wine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now I may pass the bright portals</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That open into a realm divine!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have drunk it through mine ears</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the ecstasy of song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When mine eyes would fill with tears</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That its life were not more long;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have drunk it through mine eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In beauty's every shape,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now around my soul it lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No juice of earthly grape!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wings! wings are given to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I can flutter, I can rise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a new life gushing through me</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sweep the heavenly harmonies!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I have drunk of the drink of immortals,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I have drunk of the life-giving wine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now I may pass the bright portals</span><br > +<span class="i2">That open into a realm divine!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have drunk it through mine ears</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the ecstasy of song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When mine eyes would fill with tears</span><br > +<span class="i2">That its life were not more long;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have drunk it through mine eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">In beauty's every shape,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now around my soul it lies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">No juice of earthly grape!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wings! wings are given to me,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I can flutter, I can rise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a new life gushing through me</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sweep the heavenly harmonies!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song3" id="Song3"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song3"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONG.</h4> <span class="i00g">O! I must look on that sweet face once more before I -die;</span><br /> +die;</span><br > <span class="i0g">God grant that it may lighten up with joy when I draw -nigh;</span><br /> +nigh;</span><br > <span class="i0g">God grant that she may look on me as kindly as she -seems</span><br /> +seems</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the long night, the restless night, i' the sunny -land of dreams!</span><br /> +land of dreams!</span><br > <span class="i00g">I hoped, I thought, she loved me once, and yet, I know -not why,</span><br /> +not why,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There is a coldness in her speech, and a coldness in -her eye.</span><br /> +her eye.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Something that in another's look would not seem cold to -me,</span><br /> +me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And yet like ice I feel it chill the heart of -memory.</span><br /> +memory.</span><br > <span class="i00g">She does not come to greet me so frankly as she -did,</span><br /> +did,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And in her utmost openness I feel there's something -hid;</span><br /> +hid;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She almost seems to shun me, as if she thought that -I</span><br /> +I</span><br > <span class="i0g">Might win her gentle heart again to feelings long gone -by.</span><br /> +by.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 47]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 47]</span><br > <span class="i00g">I sought the first spring-buds for her, the fairest and -the best,</span><br /> +the best,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And she wore them for their loveliness upon her -spotless breast,</span><br /> +spotless breast,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The blood-root and the violet, the frail -anemone,</span><br /> +anemone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">She wore them, and alas! I deemed it was for love of -me!</span><br /> +me!</span><br > <span class="i00g">As flowers in a darksome place stretch forward to the -light,</span><br /> +light,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So to the memory of her I turn by day and -night;</span><br /> +night;</span><br > <span class="i0g">As flowers in a darksome place grow thin and pale and -wan,</span><br /> +wan,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So is it with my darkened heart, now that her light is -gone.</span><br /> +gone.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The thousand little things that love doth treasure up -for aye,</span><br /> +for aye,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And brood upon with moistened eyes when she that's -loved's away,</span><br /> +loved's away,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The word, the look, the smile, the blush, the ribbon -that she wore,</span><br /> +that she wore,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Each day they grow more dear to me, and pain me more -and more.</span><br /> +and more.</span><br > <span class="i00g">My face I cover with my hands, and bitterly I -weep,</span><br /> +weep,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That the quick-gathering sands of life should choke a -love so deep,</span><br /> +love so deep,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And that the stream, so pure and bright, must turn it -from its track,</span><br /> +from its track,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or to the heart-springs, whence it rose, roll its full -waters back!</span><br /> +waters back!</span><br > <span class="i00g">As calm as doth the lily float close by the lakelet's -brim,</span><br /> +brim,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So calm and spotless, down time's stream, her peaceful -days did swim,</span><br /> +days did swim,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And I had longed, and dreamed, and prayed, that closely -by her side,</span><br /> +by her side,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Down to a haven still and sure, my happy life might -glide.</span><br /> +glide.</span><br > <span class="i00g">But now, alas! those golden days of youth and hope are -o'er,</span><br /> +o'er,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And I must dream those dreams of joy, those guiltless -dreams no more;</span><br /> +dreams no more;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 48]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 48]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet there is something in my heart that whispers -ceaselessly,</span><br /> +ceaselessly,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Would God that I might see that face once more before -I die!"</span><br /> +I die!"</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Ianthe" id="Ianthe"></a></p> +<p><a id="Ianthe"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>IANTHE.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i01">There is a light within her eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like gleams of wandering fire-flies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From light to shade it leaps and moves</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whenever in her soul arise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The holy shapes of things she loves;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fitful it shines and changes ever,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like star-lit ripples on a river,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or summer sunshine on the eaves</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of silver-trembling poplar leaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the lingering dew-drops quiver.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I may not tell the blessedness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her mild eyes send to mine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sunset-tinted haziness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of their mysterious shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dim and holy mournfulness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of their mellow light divine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The shadow of the lashes lie</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over them so lovingly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That they seem to melt away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In a doubtful twilight-gray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While I watch the stars arise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the evening of her eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I love it, yet I almost dread</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To think what it foreshadoweth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when I muse how I have read</span><br /> +<span class="i01">There is a light within her eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like gleams of wandering fire-flies;</span><br > +<span class="i0">From light to shade it leaps and moves</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whenever in her soul arise</span><br > +<span class="i0">The holy shapes of things she loves;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fitful it shines and changes ever,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like star-lit ripples on a river,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or summer sunshine on the eaves</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of silver-trembling poplar leaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the lingering dew-drops quiver.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I may not tell the blessedness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her mild eyes send to mine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sunset-tinted haziness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of their mysterious shine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dim and holy mournfulness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of their mellow light divine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The shadow of the lashes lie</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over them so lovingly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That they seem to melt away</span><br > +<span class="i0">In a doubtful twilight-gray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While I watch the stars arise</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the evening of her eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I love it, yet I almost dread</span><br > +<span class="i0">To think what it foreshadoweth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when I muse how I have read</span><br > <span class="i0">That such strange light betokened -death<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Instead of fire-fly gleams, I see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wild corpse-lights gliding waveringly.</span><br /> +death<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Instead of fire-fly gleams, I see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wild corpse-lights gliding waveringly.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i01">With wayward thoughts her eyes are bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like shiftings of the northern-light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hither, thither, swiftly glance they,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In a mazy twining dance they,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 49]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">Like ripply lights the sunshine weaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thrown backward from a shaken nook,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Below some tumbling water-brook,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On the o'erarching platan-leaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All through her glowing face they flit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And rest in their deep dwelling-place,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Those fathomless blue eyes of hers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Till, from her burning soul re-lit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">While her upheaving bosom stirs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They stream again across her face</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And with such hope and glory fill it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Death could not have the heart to chill it.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet when their wild light fades again,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I feel a sudden sense of pain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As if, while yet her eyes were gleaming,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And like a shower of sun-lit rain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bright fancies from her face were streaming,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her trembling soul might flit away</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As swift and suddenly as they.</span><br /> +<span class="i01">With wayward thoughts her eyes are bright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like shiftings of the northern-light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hither, thither, swiftly glance they,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In a mazy twining dance they,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 49]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">Like ripply lights the sunshine weaves,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thrown backward from a shaken nook,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Below some tumbling water-brook,</span><br > +<span class="i2">On the o'erarching platan-leaves,</span><br > +<span class="i2">All through her glowing face they flit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And rest in their deep dwelling-place,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Those fathomless blue eyes of hers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Till, from her burning soul re-lit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">While her upheaving bosom stirs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">They stream again across her face</span><br > +<span class="i2">And with such hope and glory fill it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Death could not have the heart to chill it.</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet when their wild light fades again,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I feel a sudden sense of pain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As if, while yet her eyes were gleaming,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And like a shower of sun-lit rain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bright fancies from her face were streaming,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her trembling soul might flit away</span><br > +<span class="i2">As swift and suddenly as they.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">A wild, inspirèd earnestness</span><br /> -<span class="i3">Her inmost being fills,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And eager self-forgetfulness,</span><br /> -<span class="i3">That speaks not what it wills,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But what unto her soul is given,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A living oracle from Heaven,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which scarcely in her breast is born</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When on her trembling lips it thrills,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, like a burst of golden skies</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through storm-clouds on a sudden torn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like a glory of the morn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beams marvellously from her eyes.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And then, like a Spring-swollen river,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">A wild, inspirèd earnestness</span><br > +<span class="i3">Her inmost being fills,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And eager self-forgetfulness,</span><br > +<span class="i3">That speaks not what it wills,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But what unto her soul is given,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A living oracle from Heaven,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which scarcely in her breast is born</span><br > +<span class="i2">When on her trembling lips it thrills,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, like a burst of golden skies</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through storm-clouds on a sudden torn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like a glory of the morn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beams marvellously from her eyes.</span><br > +<span class="i2">And then, like a Spring-swollen river,</span><br > <span class="i0">Roll the deep waves of her full-hearted -thought</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Crested with sun-lit spray,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her wild lips curve and quiver,</span><br /> +thought</span><br > +<span class="i2">Crested with sun-lit spray,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her wild lips curve and quiver,</span><br > <span class="i0">And my rapt soul, on the strong tide -upcaught,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unwittingly is borne away,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lulled by a dreamful music ever,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Far—through the solemn twilight-gray</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of hoary woods—through valleys green</span><br /> +upcaught,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unwittingly is borne away,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lulled by a dreamful music ever,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Far—through the solemn twilight-gray</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of hoary woods—through valleys green</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 50]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 50]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Which the trailing vine embowers,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Which the trailing vine embowers,</span><br > <span class="i0">And where the purple-clustered grapes are -seen</span><br /> +seen</span><br > <span class="i0">Deep-glowing through rich clumps of waving -flowers<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Now over foaming rapids swept</span><br /> +flowers<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Now over foaming rapids swept</span><br > <span class="i2">And with maddening rapture shook<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0">Now gliding where the water-plants have slept</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">For ages in a moss-rimmed nook<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Enwoven by a wild-eyed band</span><br /> -<span class="i3">Of earth-forgetting dreams,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I float to a delicious land</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By a sunset heaven spanned,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Enwoven by a wild-eyed band</span><br > +<span class="i3">Of earth-forgetting dreams,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I float to a delicious land</span><br > +<span class="i2">By a sunset heaven spanned,</span><br > <span class="i3">And musical with streams;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Around, the calm, majestic forms</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And god-like eyes of early Greece I see,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or listen, till my spirit warms,</span><br /> -<span class="i3">To songs of courtly chivalry,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or weep, unmindful if my tears be seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the meek, suffering love of poor Undine.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Around, the calm, majestic forms</span><br > +<span class="i0">And god-like eyes of early Greece I see,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or listen, till my spirit warms,</span><br > +<span class="i3">To songs of courtly chivalry,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or weep, unmindful if my tears be seen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the meek, suffering love of poor Undine.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i03">Her thoughts are never memories,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But ever changeful, ever new,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fresh and beautiful as dew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That in a dell at noontide lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or, at the close of summer day,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The pleasant breath of new-mown hay:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Swiftly they come and pass</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As golden birds across the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As light-gleams on tall meadow-grass</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which the wind just breathes upon.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And when she speaks, her eyes I see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down-gushing through their silken lattices,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like stars that quiver tremblingly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through leafy branches of the trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And her pale cheeks do flush and glow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With speaking flashes bright and rare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As crimson North-lights on new-fallen snow,</span><br /> +<span class="i03">Her thoughts are never memories,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But ever changeful, ever new,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fresh and beautiful as dew</span><br > +<span class="i2">That in a dell at noontide lies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or, at the close of summer day,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The pleasant breath of new-mown hay:</span><br > +<span class="i2">Swiftly they come and pass</span><br > +<span class="i2">As golden birds across the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As light-gleams on tall meadow-grass</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which the wind just breathes upon.</span><br > +<span class="i2">And when she speaks, her eyes I see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down-gushing through their silken lattices,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like stars that quiver tremblingly</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through leafy branches of the trees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And her pale cheeks do flush and glow</span><br > +<span class="i2">With speaking flashes bright and rare</span><br > +<span class="i0">As crimson North-lights on new-fallen snow,</span><br > <span class="i2">From out the veiling of her hair<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her careless hair that scatters down</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On either side her eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A waterfall leaf-tinged with brown</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And lit with the sunrise.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Her careless hair that scatters down</span><br > +<span class="i2">On either side her eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A waterfall leaf-tinged with brown</span><br > +<span class="i2">And lit with the sunrise.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 51]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 51]</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i01">When first I saw her, not of earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But heavenly both in grief and mirth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I thought her; she did seem</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As fair and full of mystery,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As bodiless, as forms we see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the rememberings of a dream;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A moon-lit mist, a strange, dim light,</span><br /> +<span class="i01">When first I saw her, not of earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But heavenly both in grief and mirth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I thought her; she did seem</span><br > +<span class="i0">As fair and full of mystery,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As bodiless, as forms we see</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the rememberings of a dream;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A moon-lit mist, a strange, dim light,</span><br > <span class="i0">Circled her spirit from my sight;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each day more beautiful she grew,</span><br /> -<span class="i1">More earthly every day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet that mysterious, moony hue</span><br /> -<span class="i1">Faded not all away;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She has a sister's sympathy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With all the wanderers of the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But most I've seen her bosom stir</span><br /> -<span class="i1">When moonlight round her fell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the mild moon it loveth her,</span><br /> -<span class="i1">She loveth it as well,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And of their love perchance this grace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was born into her wondrous face.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I cannot tell how it may be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For both, methinks, can scarce be true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still, as she earthly grew to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She grew more heavenly too;</span><br /> -<span class="i1">She seems one born in Heaven</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With earthly feelings,</span><br /> -<span class="i1">For, while unto her soul are given</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More pure revealings</span><br /> -<span class="i1">Of holiest love and truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet is the mildness of her eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Made up of quickest sympathies,</span><br /> -<span class="i1">Of kindliness and ruth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, though some shade of awe doth stir</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our souls for one so far above us,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We feel secure that she will love us,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cannot keep from loving her.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She is a poem, which to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In speech and look is written bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to her life's rich harmony</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth ever sing itself aright;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dear, glorious creature!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 52]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">With eyes so dewy bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i3">And tenderest feeling</span><br /> -<span class="i3">Itself revealing</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In every look and feature,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Welcome as a homestead light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To one long-wandering in a clouded night,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O, lovelier for her woman's weakness,</span><br /> -<span class="i3">Which yet is strongly mailed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In armor of courageous meekness</span><br /> -<span class="i3">And faith that never failed!</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Each day more beautiful she grew,</span><br > +<span class="i1">More earthly every day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet that mysterious, moony hue</span><br > +<span class="i1">Faded not all away;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She has a sister's sympathy</span><br > +<span class="i0">With all the wanderers of the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But most I've seen her bosom stir</span><br > +<span class="i1">When moonlight round her fell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the mild moon it loveth her,</span><br > +<span class="i1">She loveth it as well,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And of their love perchance this grace</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was born into her wondrous face.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I cannot tell how it may be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For both, methinks, can scarce be true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still, as she earthly grew to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She grew more heavenly too;</span><br > +<span class="i1">She seems one born in Heaven</span><br > +<span class="i2">With earthly feelings,</span><br > +<span class="i1">For, while unto her soul are given</span><br > +<span class="i2">More pure revealings</span><br > +<span class="i1">Of holiest love and truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet is the mildness of her eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Made up of quickest sympathies,</span><br > +<span class="i1">Of kindliness and ruth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, though some shade of awe doth stir</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our souls for one so far above us,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We feel secure that she will love us,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cannot keep from loving her.</span><br > +<span class="i0">She is a poem, which to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">In speech and look is written bright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to her life's rich harmony</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth ever sing itself aright;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dear, glorious creature!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 52]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">With eyes so dewy bright,</span><br > +<span class="i3">And tenderest feeling</span><br > +<span class="i3">Itself revealing</span><br > +<span class="i2">In every look and feature,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Welcome as a homestead light</span><br > +<span class="i0">To one long-wandering in a clouded night,</span><br > +<span class="i2">O, lovelier for her woman's weakness,</span><br > +<span class="i3">Which yet is strongly mailed</span><br > +<span class="i2">In armor of courageous meekness</span><br > +<span class="i3">And faith that never failed!</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i03">Early and late, at her soul's gate,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sits Chastity in warderwise,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No thoughts unchallenged, small or great,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Go thence into her eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor may a low, unworthy thought</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beyond that virgin warder win,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor one, whose password is not "ought,"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May go without or enter in.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I call her, seeing those pure eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The Eve of a new Paradise,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which she by gentle word and deed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And look no less, doth still create</span><br /> -<span class="i2">About her, for her great thoughts breed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A calm that lifts us from our fallen state,</span><br /> +<span class="i03">Early and late, at her soul's gate,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sits Chastity in warderwise,</span><br > +<span class="i2">No thoughts unchallenged, small or great,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Go thence into her eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor may a low, unworthy thought</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beyond that virgin warder win,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor one, whose password is not "ought,"</span><br > +<span class="i2">May go without or enter in.</span><br > +<span class="i2">I call her, seeing those pure eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The Eve of a new Paradise,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which she by gentle word and deed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And look no less, doth still create</span><br > +<span class="i2">About her, for her great thoughts breed</span><br > +<span class="i2">A calm that lifts us from our fallen state,</span><br > <span class="i0">And makes us while with her both good and -great<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor is their memory wanting in our need:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With stronger loving, every hour,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Turneth my heart to this frail flower,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which, thoughtless of the world, hath grown</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To beauty and meek gentleness,</span><br /> +great<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor is their memory wanting in our need:</span><br > +<span class="i2">With stronger loving, every hour,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Turneth my heart to this frail flower,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which, thoughtless of the world, hath grown</span><br > +<span class="i2">To beauty and meek gentleness,</span><br > <span class="i2">Here in a fair world of its own<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i2">By woman's instinct trained alone<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">A lily fair which God did bless,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And which from Nature's heart did draw</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">A lily fair which God did bless,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And which from Nature's heart did draw</span><br > <span class="i0">Love, wisdom, peace, and Heaven's perfect -law.</span><br /> +law.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Altar" id="Altar"></a></p> +<p><a id="Altar"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>LOVE'S ALTAR.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">I built an altar in my soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I builded it to one alone;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I built an altar in my soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I builded it to one alone;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 53]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 53]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And ever silently I stole,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In happy days of long-agone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make rich offerings to that ONE.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And ever silently I stole,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In happy days of long-agone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make rich offerings to that ONE.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i02">'Twas garlanded with purest thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And crowned with fancy's flowers bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With choicest gems 'twas all inwrought</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of truth and feeling; in my sight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seemed a spot of cloudless light.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">'Twas garlanded with purest thought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And crowned with fancy's flowers bright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With choicest gems 'twas all inwrought</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of truth and feeling; in my sight</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seemed a spot of cloudless light.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">Yet when I made my offering there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like Cain's, the incense would not rise;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Back on my heart down-sank the prayer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And altar-stone and sacrifice</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grew hateful in my tear-dimmed eyes.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Yet when I made my offering there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like Cain's, the incense would not rise;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Back on my heart down-sank the prayer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And altar-stone and sacrifice</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grew hateful in my tear-dimmed eyes.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i02">O'er-grown with age's mosses green,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The little altar firmly stands;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is not, as it once hath been,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">O'er-grown with age's mosses green,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The little altar firmly stands;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is not, as it once hath been,</span><br > <span class="i0">A selfish shrine;—these time-taught -hands</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bring incense now from many lands.</span><br /> +hands</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bring incense now from many lands.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i02">Knowledge doth only widen love;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The stream, that lone and narrow rose,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth, deepening ever, onward move,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with an even current flows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Calmer and calmer to the close.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Knowledge doth only widen love;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The stream, that lone and narrow rose,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth, deepening ever, onward move,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with an even current flows</span><br > +<span class="i0">Calmer and calmer to the close.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i02">The love, that in those early days</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Girt round my spirit like a wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath faded like a morning haze,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And flames, unpent by self's mean thrall,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The love, that in those early days</span><br > +<span class="i0">Girt round my spirit like a wall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath faded like a morning haze,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And flames, unpent by self's mean thrall,</span><br > <span class="i0">Rise clearly to the perfect <span -class="smcap">all</span>.</span><br /> +class="smcap">all</span>.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Impartial" id="Impartial"></a> <span class="pagenum">[Pg -54]</span><br /></p> +<p><a id="Impartial"></a> <span class="pagenum">[Pg +54]</span><br ></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>IMPARTIALITY.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">I cannot say a scene is fair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because it is beloved of thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I shall love to linger there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For sake of thy dear memory;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I would not be so coldly just</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As to love only what I must.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I cannot say a scene is fair</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because it is beloved of thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I shall love to linger there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For sake of thy dear memory;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I would not be so coldly just</span><br > +<span class="i0">As to love only what I must.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i02">I cannot say a thought is good</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because thou foundest joy in it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each soul must choose its proper food</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which Nature hath decreed most fit;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I shall ever deem it so</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because it made thy heart o'erflow.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I cannot say a thought is good</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because thou foundest joy in it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each soul must choose its proper food</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which Nature hath decreed most fit;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I shall ever deem it so</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because it made thy heart o'erflow.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">I love thee for that thou art fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that thy spirit joys in aught</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Createth a new beauty there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With thine own dearest image fraught;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And love, for others' sake that springs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gives half their charm to lovely things.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I love thee for that thou art fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that thy spirit joys in aught</span><br > +<span class="i0">Createth a new beauty there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With thine own dearest image fraught;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And love, for others' sake that springs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gives half their charm to lovely things.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Belle" id="Belle"></a></p> +<p><a id="Belle"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>BELLEROPHON.</h4> -<span class="i00 smaller">DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND, JOHN F. HEATH.</span><br /> +<span class="i00 smaller">DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND, JOHN F. HEATH.</span><br > <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">I feel the bandages unroll</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That bound my inward seeing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Freed are the bright wings of my soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Types of my god-like being;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">High thoughts are swelling in my heart</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And rushing through my brain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May I never more lose part</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In my soul's realm again!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All things fair, where'er they be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In earth or air, in sky or sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have loved them all, and taken</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All within my throbbing breast;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 55]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">No more my spirit can be shaken</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From its calm and kingly rest!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love hath shed its light around me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love hath pierced the shades that bound me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mine eyes are opened, I can see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The universe's mystery,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The mighty heart and core</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of After and Before</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see, and I am weak no more!</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I feel the bandages unroll</span><br > +<span class="i2">That bound my inward seeing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Freed are the bright wings of my soul,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Types of my god-like being;</span><br > +<span class="i0">High thoughts are swelling in my heart</span><br > +<span class="i2">And rushing through my brain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">May I never more lose part</span><br > +<span class="i2">In my soul's realm again!</span><br > +<span class="i0">All things fair, where'er they be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In earth or air, in sky or sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have loved them all, and taken</span><br > +<span class="i0">All within my throbbing breast;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 55]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">No more my spirit can be shaken</span><br > +<span class="i0">From its calm and kingly rest!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love hath shed its light around me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love hath pierced the shades that bound me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mine eyes are opened, I can see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The universe's mystery,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The mighty heart and core</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of After and Before</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see, and I am weak no more!</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i02">Upward! upward evermore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To Heaven's open gate I soar!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Little thoughts are far behind me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, when custom weaves together,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All the nobler man can tether—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cobwebs now no more can bind me!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now fold thy wings a little while,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My trancèd soul, and lie</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At rest on this Calypso-isle</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That floats in mellow sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A thousand isles with gentle motion</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rock upon the sunset ocean;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A thousand isles of thousand hues,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How bright! how beautiful! how rare!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into my spirit they infuse</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A purer, a diviner air;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The earth is growing dimmer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now the last faint glimmer</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath faded from the hill;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But in my higher atmosphere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sun-light streameth red and clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fringing the islets still;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love lifts us to the sun-light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though the whole world would be dark;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love, wide Love, is the one light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All else is but a fading spark;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love is the nectar which doth fill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our soul's cup even to overflowing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, warming heart, and thought, and will,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth lie within us mildly glowing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From its own centre raying out</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beauty and Truth on all without.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 56]</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Upward! upward evermore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To Heaven's open gate I soar!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Little thoughts are far behind me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, when custom weaves together,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All the nobler man can tether—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cobwebs now no more can bind me!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now fold thy wings a little while,</span><br > +<span class="i2">My trancèd soul, and lie</span><br > +<span class="i0">At rest on this Calypso-isle</span><br > +<span class="i2">That floats in mellow sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A thousand isles with gentle motion</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rock upon the sunset ocean;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A thousand isles of thousand hues,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How bright! how beautiful! how rare!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into my spirit they infuse</span><br > +<span class="i0">A purer, a diviner air;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The earth is growing dimmer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now the last faint glimmer</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath faded from the hill;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But in my higher atmosphere</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sun-light streameth red and clear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fringing the islets still;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love lifts us to the sun-light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though the whole world would be dark;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love, wide Love, is the one light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All else is but a fading spark;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love is the nectar which doth fill</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our soul's cup even to overflowing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, warming heart, and thought, and will,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth lie within us mildly glowing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From its own centre raying out</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beauty and Truth on all without.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 56]</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">Each on his golden throne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full royally, alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see the stars above me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With sceptre and with diadem;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mildly they look down and love me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For I have ever yet loved them;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see their ever-sleepless eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Watching the growth of destinies;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Calm, sedate,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The eyes of Fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They wink not, nor do roll,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But search the depths of soul—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in those mighty depths they see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The germs of all Futurity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Waiting but the fitting time</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To burst and ripen into prime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As in the womb of mother Earth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The seeds of plants and forests lie</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Age upon age and never die—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So in the souls of all men wait,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Undyingly the seeds of Fate;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Each on his golden throne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full royally, alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see the stars above me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With sceptre and with diadem;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mildly they look down and love me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For I have ever yet loved them;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see their ever-sleepless eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Watching the growth of destinies;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Calm, sedate,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The eyes of Fate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They wink not, nor do roll,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But search the depths of soul—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in those mighty depths they see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The germs of all Futurity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Waiting but the fitting time</span><br > +<span class="i0">To burst and ripen into prime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As in the womb of mother Earth</span><br > +<span class="i0">The seeds of plants and forests lie</span><br > +<span class="i0">Age upon age and never die—</span><br > +<span class="i0">So in the souls of all men wait,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Undyingly the seeds of Fate;</span><br > <span class="i0">Chance breaks the clod and forth they spring,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Filling blind men with wondering.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Eternal stars! with holy awe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if a present God I saw,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I look into those mighty eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And see great destinies arise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As in those of mortal men</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feelings glow and fade again!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All things below, all things above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are open to the eyes of Love.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Filling blind men with wondering.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Eternal stars! with holy awe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if a present God I saw,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I look into those mighty eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">And see great destinies arise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As in those of mortal men</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feelings glow and fade again!</span><br > +<span class="i0">All things below, all things above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are open to the eyes of Love.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i02">Of Knowledge Love is master-key,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knowledge of Beauty; passing dear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is each to each, and mutually</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each one doth make the other clear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beauty is Love, and what we love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Straightway is beautiful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So is the circle round and full,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And so dear Love doth live and move</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And have his being,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 57]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Finding his proper food</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By sure inseeing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In all things pure and good,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which he at will doth cull,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a joyous butterfly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hiving in the sunny bowers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the soul's fairest flowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, between the earth and sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wandering at liberty</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For happy, happy hours!</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Of Knowledge Love is master-key,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knowledge of Beauty; passing dear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is each to each, and mutually</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each one doth make the other clear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beauty is Love, and what we love</span><br > +<span class="i0">Straightway is beautiful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So is the circle round and full,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And so dear Love doth live and move</span><br > +<span class="i2">And have his being,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 57]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Finding his proper food</span><br > +<span class="i2">By sure inseeing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In all things pure and good,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which he at will doth cull,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a joyous butterfly</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hiving in the sunny bowers</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the soul's fairest flowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, between the earth and sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wandering at liberty</span><br > +<span class="i0">For happy, happy hours!</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i02">The thoughts of Love are Poesy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As this fair earth and all we see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are the thoughts of Deity—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Love is ours by our birthright!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He hath cleared mine inward sight;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Glorious shapes with glorious eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Round about my spirit glance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shedding a mild and golden light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On the shadowy face of Night;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To unearthly melodies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hand in hand, they weave their dance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While a deep, ambrosial lustre</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From their rounded limbs doth shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through many a rich and golden cluster</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of streaming hair divine.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In our gross and earthly hours</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We cannot see the Love-given powers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which ever round the soul await</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To do its sovereign will,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When, in its moments calm and still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It re-assumes its royal state,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor longer sits with eyes downcast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A beggar, dreaming of the past,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At its own palace-gate.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The thoughts of Love are Poesy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As this fair earth and all we see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are the thoughts of Deity—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Love is ours by our birthright!</span><br > +<span class="i0">He hath cleared mine inward sight;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Glorious shapes with glorious eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Round about my spirit glance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shedding a mild and golden light</span><br > +<span class="i0">On the shadowy face of Night;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To unearthly melodies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hand in hand, they weave their dance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While a deep, ambrosial lustre</span><br > +<span class="i2">From their rounded limbs doth shine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through many a rich and golden cluster</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of streaming hair divine.</span><br > +<span class="i0">In our gross and earthly hours</span><br > +<span class="i0">We cannot see the Love-given powers</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which ever round the soul await</span><br > +<span class="i2">To do its sovereign will,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When, in its moments calm and still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It re-assumes its royal state,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor longer sits with eyes downcast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A beggar, dreaming of the past,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At its own palace-gate.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i02">I too am a Maker and a Poet;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through my whole soul I feel it and know it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My veins are fired with ecstasy!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All-mother Earth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Did ne'er give birth</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I too am a Maker and a Poet;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through my whole soul I feel it and know it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My veins are fired with ecstasy!</span><br > +<span class="i2">All-mother Earth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Did ne'er give birth</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 58]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 58]</span><br > -<span class="i0">To one who shall be matched with me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The lustre of my coronal</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall cast a dimness over all.—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alas! alas! what have I spoken?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My strong, my eagle wings are broken,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And back again to earth I fall!</span><br /> +<span class="i0">To one who shall be matched with me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The lustre of my coronal</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall cast a dimness over all.—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alas! alas! what have I spoken?</span><br > +<span class="i0">My strong, my eagle wings are broken,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And back again to earth I fall!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Natural" id="Natural"></a></p> +<p><a id="Natural"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SOMETHING NATURAL.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">When first I saw thy soul-deep eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My heart yearned to thee instantly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strange longing in my soul did rise;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I cannot tell the reason why,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I must love thee till I die.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">When first I saw thy soul-deep eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My heart yearned to thee instantly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strange longing in my soul did rise;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I cannot tell the reason why,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I must love thee till I die.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i02">The sight of thee hath well-nigh grown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As needful to me as the light;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I am unrestful when alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And my heart doth not beat aright</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Except it dwell within thy sight.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The sight of thee hath well-nigh grown</span><br > +<span class="i0">As needful to me as the light;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I am unrestful when alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And my heart doth not beat aright</span><br > +<span class="i0">Except it dwell within thy sight.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">And yet—and yet—O selfish love!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I am not happy even with thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see thee in thy brightness move,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cannot well contented be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save thou should'st shine alone for me.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">And yet—and yet—O selfish love!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I am not happy even with thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see thee in thy brightness move,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cannot well contented be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save thou should'st shine alone for me.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> <span class="i02">We should love beauty even as flowers—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">For all, 'tis said, they bud and blow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They are the world's as well as ours—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thou—alas! God made thee grow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So fair, I cannot love thee so!</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">For all, 'tis said, they bud and blow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They are the world's as well as ours—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thou—alas! God made thee grow</span><br > +<span class="i0">So fair, I cannot love thee so!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Feeling" id="Feeling"></a></p> +<p><a id="Feeling"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A FEELING.</h4> -<span class="i02">The flowers and the grass to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are eloquent reproachfully;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For would they wave so pleasantly</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 59]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Or look so fresh and fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If a man, cunning, hollow, mean,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or one in anywise unclean,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were looking on them there?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">No; he hath grown so foolish-wise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He cannot see with childhood's eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He hath forgot that purity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lowliness which are the key</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Nature's mysteries;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No; he hath wandered off so long</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From his own place of birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That he hath lost his mother-tongue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, like one come from far-off lands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forgetting and forgot, he stands</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beside his mother's hearth.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The flowers and the grass to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are eloquent reproachfully;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For would they wave so pleasantly</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 59]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Or look so fresh and fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If a man, cunning, hollow, mean,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or one in anywise unclean,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were looking on them there?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">No; he hath grown so foolish-wise</span><br > +<span class="i0">He cannot see with childhood's eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He hath forgot that purity</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lowliness which are the key</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Nature's mysteries;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No; he hath wandered off so long</span><br > +<span class="i0">From his own place of birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That he hath lost his mother-tongue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, like one come from far-off lands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forgetting and forgot, he stands</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beside his mother's hearth.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Lost" id="Lost"></a></p> +<p><a id="Lost"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE LOST CHILD.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">I wandered down the sunny glade</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And ever mused, my love, of thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My thoughts, like little children, played,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As gayly and as guilelessly.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I wandered down the sunny glade</span><br > +<span class="i2">And ever mused, my love, of thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My thoughts, like little children, played,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As gayly and as guilelessly.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">If any chanced to go astray,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Moaning in fear of coming harms,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hope brought the wanderer back alway,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Safe nestled in her snowy arms.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">If any chanced to go astray,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Moaning in fear of coming harms,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hope brought the wanderer back alway,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Safe nestled in her snowy arms.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">From that soft nest the happy one</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Looked up at me and calmly smiled;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its hair shone golden in the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And made it seem a heavenly child.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">From that soft nest the happy one</span><br > +<span class="i2">Looked up at me and calmly smiled;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its hair shone golden in the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And made it seem a heavenly child.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">Dear Hope's blue eyes smiled mildly down,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And blest it with a love so deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, like a nursling of her own,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It clasped her neck and fell asleep.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Dear Hope's blue eyes smiled mildly down,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And blest it with a love so deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, like a nursling of her own,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It clasped her neck and fell asleep.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 60]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 60]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Church" id="Church"></a></p> +<p><a id="Church"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE CHURCH.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">I love the rites of England's church;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I love to hear and see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The priest and people reading slow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The solemn Litany;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I love to hear the glorious swell</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of chanted psalm and prayer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the deep organ's bursting heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Throb through the shivering air.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I love the rites of England's church;</span><br > +<span class="i2">I love to hear and see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The priest and people reading slow</span><br > +<span class="i2">The solemn Litany;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I love to hear the glorious swell</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of chanted psalm and prayer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the deep organ's bursting heart,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Throb through the shivering air.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Chants, that a thousand years have heard,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I love to hear again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For visions of the olden time</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are wakened by the strain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With gorgeous hues the window-glass</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Seems suddenly to glow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And rich and red the streams of light</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Down through the chancel flow.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Chants, that a thousand years have heard,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I love to hear again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For visions of the olden time</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are wakened by the strain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With gorgeous hues the window-glass</span><br > +<span class="i2">Seems suddenly to glow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And rich and red the streams of light</span><br > +<span class="i2">Down through the chancel flow.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">And then I murmur, "Surely God</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Delighteth here to dwell;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This is the temple of his Son</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whom he doth love so well;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, when I hear the creed which saith,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This church alone is His,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I feel within my soul that He</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath purer shrines than this.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And then I murmur, "Surely God</span><br > +<span class="i2">Delighteth here to dwell;</span><br > +<span class="i0">This is the temple of his Son</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whom he doth love so well;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, when I hear the creed which saith,</span><br > +<span class="i2">This church alone is His,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I feel within my soul that He</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath purer shrines than this.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">For his is not the builded church,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor organ-shaken dome;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In every thing that lovely is</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He loves and hath his home;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And most in soul that loveth well</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All things which he hath made,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knowing no creed but simple faith</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That may not be gainsaid.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">For his is not the builded church,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor organ-shaken dome;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In every thing that lovely is</span><br > +<span class="i2">He loves and hath his home;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And most in soul that loveth well</span><br > +<span class="i2">All things which he hath made,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knowing no creed but simple faith</span><br > +<span class="i2">That may not be gainsaid.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 61]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 61]</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">His church is universal Love,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And whoso dwells therein</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall need no customed sacrifice</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To wash away his sin;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And music in its aisles shall swell,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of lives upright and true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sweet as dreamed sounds of angel-harps</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Down-quivering through the blue.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">His church is universal Love,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And whoso dwells therein</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall need no customed sacrifice</span><br > +<span class="i2">To wash away his sin;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And music in its aisles shall swell,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of lives upright and true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sweet as dreamed sounds of angel-harps</span><br > +<span class="i2">Down-quivering through the blue.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">They shall not ask a litany,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The souls that worship there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But every look shall be a hymn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And every word a prayer;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their service shall be written bright</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In calm and holy eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And every day from fragrant hearts</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fit incense shall arise.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">They shall not ask a litany,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The souls that worship there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But every look shall be a hymn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And every word a prayer;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their service shall be written bright</span><br > +<span class="i2">In calm and holy eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And every day from fragrant hearts</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fit incense shall arise.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Unlovely" id="Unlovely"></a></p> +<p><a id="Unlovely"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE UNLOVELY.</h4> -<span class="i02">The pretty things that others wear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look strange and out of place on me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I never seem dressed tastefully,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when I would most pleasing seem,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And deck myself with joyful care,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I find it is an idle dream,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">If I put roses in my hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They bloom as if in mockery;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nature denies her sympathy,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alas! I have a warm, true heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But when I show it people stare;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I must forever dwell apart,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">I am least happy being where</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hearts of others are most light,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 62]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And strive to keep me out of sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The glad ones often give a glance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As I am sitting lonely there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That asks me why I do not dance—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">And if to smile on them I dare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For that my heart with love runs o'er,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They say: "What is she laughing for?"—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love scorned or misinterpreted—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is the hardest thing to bear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I often wish that I were dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">In joy or grief I must not share,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For neither smiles nor tears on me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will ever look becomingly,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whole days I sit alone and cry,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in my grave I wish I were—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet none will weep me if I die,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">My grave will be so lone and bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I fear to think of those dark hours,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For none will plant it o'er with flowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They will not in the summer come</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And speak kind words above me there;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To me the grave will be no home,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The pretty things that others wear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look strange and out of place on me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I never seem dressed tastefully,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when I would most pleasing seem,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And deck myself with joyful care,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I find it is an idle dream,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">If I put roses in my hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They bloom as if in mockery;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nature denies her sympathy,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alas! I have a warm, true heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But when I show it people stare;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I must forever dwell apart,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">I am least happy being where</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hearts of others are most light,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 62]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And strive to keep me out of sight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The glad ones often give a glance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As I am sitting lonely there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That asks me why I do not dance—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">And if to smile on them I dare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For that my heart with love runs o'er,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They say: "What is she laughing for?"—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love scorned or misinterpreted—</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is the hardest thing to bear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I often wish that I were dead,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">In joy or grief I must not share,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For neither smiles nor tears on me</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will ever look becomingly,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whole days I sit alone and cry,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in my grave I wish I were—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet none will weep me if I die,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">My grave will be so lone and bare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I fear to think of those dark hours,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For none will plant it o'er with flowers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They will not in the summer come</span><br > +<span class="i0">And speak kind words above me there;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To me the grave will be no home,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because I am not fair.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="LoveSong" id="LoveSong"></a></p> +<p><a id="LoveSong"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>LOVE-SONG.</h4> -<span class="i02">Nearer to thy mother-heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Simple Nature, press me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let me know thee as thou art,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fill my soul and bless me!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have loved thee long and well,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have loved thee heartily;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 63]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Shall I never with thee dwell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Never be at one with thee?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Inward, inward to thy heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kindly Nature, take me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lovely even as thou art,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full of loving make me!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou knowest naught of dead-cold forms,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knowest naught of littleness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lifeful Truth thy being warms,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Majesty and earnestness.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Homeward, homeward to thy heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dearest Nature, call me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let no halfness, no mean part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Any longer thrall me!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I will be thy lover true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I will be a faithful soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then circle me, then look me through,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fill me with the mighty Whole.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Nearer to thy mother-heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Simple Nature, press me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let me know thee as thou art,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fill my soul and bless me!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have loved thee long and well,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have loved thee heartily;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 63]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Shall I never with thee dwell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Never be at one with thee?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Inward, inward to thy heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kindly Nature, take me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lovely even as thou art,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full of loving make me!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou knowest naught of dead-cold forms,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knowest naught of littleness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lifeful Truth thy being warms,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Majesty and earnestness.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Homeward, homeward to thy heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dearest Nature, call me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let no halfness, no mean part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Any longer thrall me!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I will be thy lover true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I will be a faithful soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then circle me, then look me through,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fill me with the mighty Whole.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song4" id="Song4"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song4"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONG.</h4> -<span class="i02">All things are sad:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I go and ask of Memory,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That she tell sweet tales to me</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To make me glad;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she takes me by the hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Leadeth to old places,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Showeth the old faces</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In her hazy mirage-land;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, her voice is sweet and low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And her eyes are fresh to mine</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As the dew</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Gleaming through</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The half-unfolded Eglantine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Long ago, long ago!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I feel that I am only</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet more sad, and yet more lonely!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Then I turn to blue-eyed Hope,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And beg of her that she will ope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her golden gates for me;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 64]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">She is fair and full of grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But she hath the form and face</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of her mother Memory;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Clear as air her glad voice ringeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Joyous are the songs she singeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet I hear them mournfully;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They are songs her mother taught her,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Crooning to her infant daughter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As she lay upon her knee.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Many little ones she bore me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Woe is me! in by-gone hours,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who danced along and sang before me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scattering my way with flowers;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">One by one</span><br /> -<span class="i4">They are gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And their silent graves are seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shining fresh with mosses green,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the rising sunbeams slope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er the dewy land of Hope.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">But, when sweet Memory faileth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Hope looks strange and cold;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When youth no more availeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Grief grows over bold;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When softest winds are dreary,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And summer sunlight weary,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sweetest things uncheery</span><br /> -<span class="i4">We know not why:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the crown of our desires</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Weighs upon the brow and tires,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And we would die,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Die for, ah! we know not what,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Something we seem to have forgot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Something we had, and now have not;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the present is a weight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the future seems our foe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with shrinking eyes we wait,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As one who dreads a sudden blow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the dark, he knows not whence;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When Love at last his bright eye closes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the bloom upon his face,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That lends him such a living grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is a shadow from the roses</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 65]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Wherewith we have decked his bier,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because he once was passing dear;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When we feel a leaden sense</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of nothingness and impotence,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Till we grow mad—</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Then the body saith,</span><br /> -<span class="i4a">"There's but one true faith;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">All things are sad!"</span><br /> +<span class="i02">All things are sad:—</span><br > +<span class="i0">I go and ask of Memory,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That she tell sweet tales to me</span><br > +<span class="i2">To make me glad;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she takes me by the hand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Leadeth to old places,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Showeth the old faces</span><br > +<span class="i0">In her hazy mirage-land;</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, her voice is sweet and low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And her eyes are fresh to mine</span><br > +<span class="i4">As the dew</span><br > +<span class="i4">Gleaming through</span><br > +<span class="i0">The half-unfolded Eglantine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Long ago, long ago!</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I feel that I am only</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet more sad, and yet more lonely!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Then I turn to blue-eyed Hope,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And beg of her that she will ope</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her golden gates for me;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 64]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">She is fair and full of grace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But she hath the form and face</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of her mother Memory;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Clear as air her glad voice ringeth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Joyous are the songs she singeth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet I hear them mournfully;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">They are songs her mother taught her,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Crooning to her infant daughter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As she lay upon her knee.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Many little ones she bore me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Woe is me! in by-gone hours,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who danced along and sang before me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scattering my way with flowers;</span><br > +<span class="i4">One by one</span><br > +<span class="i4">They are gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And their silent graves are seen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shining fresh with mosses green,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the rising sunbeams slope</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er the dewy land of Hope.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">But, when sweet Memory faileth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Hope looks strange and cold;</span><br > +<span class="i0">When youth no more availeth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Grief grows over bold;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">When softest winds are dreary,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And summer sunlight weary,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sweetest things uncheery</span><br > +<span class="i4">We know not why:—</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the crown of our desires</span><br > +<span class="i0">Weighs upon the brow and tires,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And we would die,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Die for, ah! we know not what,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Something we seem to have forgot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Something we had, and now have not;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the present is a weight</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the future seems our foe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with shrinking eyes we wait,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As one who dreads a sudden blow</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the dark, he knows not whence;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">When Love at last his bright eye closes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the bloom upon his face,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That lends him such a living grace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is a shadow from the roses</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 65]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Wherewith we have decked his bier,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because he once was passing dear;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">When we feel a leaden sense</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of nothingness and impotence,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Till we grow mad—</span><br > +<span class="i4">Then the body saith,</span><br > +<span class="i4a">"There's but one true faith;</span><br > +<span class="i6">All things are sad!"</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="LoveDream" id="LoveDream"></a></p> +<p><a id="LoveDream"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A LOVE-DREAM.</h4> -<span class="i02">Pleasant thoughts come wandering,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When thou art far, from thee to me;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On their silver wings they bring</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A very peaceful ecstasy,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A feeling of eternal spring;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So that Winter half forgets</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Everything but that thou art,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, in his bewildered heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dreameth of the violets,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or those bluer flowers that ope,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flowers of steadfast love and hope,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Watered by the living wells,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of memories dear, and dearer prophecies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When young spring forever dwells</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the sunshine of thine eyes.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">I have most holy dreams of thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">All night I have such dreams;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, when I awake, reality</span><br /> -<span class="i4">No whit the darker seems;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the twin gates of Hope and Memory</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They pour in crystal streams</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From out an angel's calmèd eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who, from twilight till sunrise,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Far away in the upper deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Poised upon his shining wings,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Over us his watch doth keep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, as he watcheth, ever sings.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Through the still night I hear him sing,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Down-looking on our sleep;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 66]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">I hear his clear, clear harp-strings ring,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, as the golden notes take wing,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gently downward hovering,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">For very joy I weep;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He singeth songs of holy Love,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That quiver through the depths afar,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where the blessèd spirits are,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And lingeringly from above</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shower till the morning star</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His silver shield hath buckled on</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sentinels the dawn alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Quivering his gleamy spear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the dusky atmosphere.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Almost, my love, I fear the morn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When that blessèd voice shall cease,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lest it should leave me quite forlorn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Stript of my snowy robe of peace;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet the bright reality</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is fairer than all dreams can be,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For, through my spirit, all day long,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ring echoes of that angel-song</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In melodious thoughts of thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And well I know it cannot die</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Till eternal morn shall break,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For, through life's slumber, thou and I</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Will keep it for each other's sake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And it shall not be silent when we wake.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Pleasant thoughts come wandering,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When thou art far, from thee to me;</span><br > +<span class="i2">On their silver wings they bring</span><br > +<span class="i2">A very peaceful ecstasy,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A feeling of eternal spring;</span><br > +<span class="i2">So that Winter half forgets</span><br > +<span class="i2">Everything but that thou art,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, in his bewildered heart,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dreameth of the violets,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or those bluer flowers that ope,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flowers of steadfast love and hope,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Watered by the living wells,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of memories dear, and dearer prophecies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When young spring forever dwells</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the sunshine of thine eyes.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">I have most holy dreams of thee,</span><br > +<span class="i4">All night I have such dreams;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, when I awake, reality</span><br > +<span class="i4">No whit the darker seems;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the twin gates of Hope and Memory</span><br > +<span class="i2">They pour in crystal streams</span><br > +<span class="i2">From out an angel's calmèd eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who, from twilight till sunrise,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Far away in the upper deep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Poised upon his shining wings,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Over us his watch doth keep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, as he watcheth, ever sings.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Through the still night I hear him sing,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Down-looking on our sleep;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 66]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">I hear his clear, clear harp-strings ring,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, as the golden notes take wing,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gently downward hovering,</span><br > +<span class="i4">For very joy I weep;</span><br > +<span class="i2">He singeth songs of holy Love,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That quiver through the depths afar,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where the blessèd spirits are,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And lingeringly from above</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shower till the morning star</span><br > +<span class="i2">His silver shield hath buckled on</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sentinels the dawn alone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Quivering his gleamy spear</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the dusky atmosphere.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Almost, my love, I fear the morn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When that blessèd voice shall cease,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lest it should leave me quite forlorn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Stript of my snowy robe of peace;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet the bright reality</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is fairer than all dreams can be,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For, through my spirit, all day long,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ring echoes of that angel-song</span><br > +<span class="i2">In melodious thoughts of thee;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And well I know it cannot die</span><br > +<span class="i2">Till eternal morn shall break,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For, through life's slumber, thou and I</span><br > +<span class="i2">Will keep it for each other's sake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And it shall not be silent when we wake.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Fourth" id="Fourth"></a></p> +<p><a id="Fourth"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>FOURTH OF JULY ODE.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">Our fathers fought for Liberty,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They struggled long and well,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">History of their deeds can tell—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But did they leave us free?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Our fathers fought for Liberty,</span><br > +<span class="i2">They struggled long and well,</span><br > +<span class="i2">History of their deeds can tell—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But did they leave us free?</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Are we free from vanity,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Free from pride, and free from self,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Free from love of power and pelf,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From everything that's beggarly?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Are we free from vanity,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Free from pride, and free from self,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Free from love of power and pelf,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From everything that's beggarly?</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 67]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 67]</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">Are we free from stubborn will,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From low hate and malice small,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From opinion's tyrant thrall?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are none of us our own slaves still?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Are we free from stubborn will,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From low hate and malice small,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From opinion's tyrant thrall?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are none of us our own slaves still?</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">Are we free to speak our thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To be happy, and be poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Free to enter Heaven's door,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To live and labor as we ought?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Are we free to speak our thought,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To be happy, and be poor,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Free to enter Heaven's door,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To live and labor as we ought?</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">Are we then made free at last</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the fear of what men say,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Free to reverence To-day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Free from the slavery of the Past?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Are we then made free at last</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the fear of what men say,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Free to reverence To-day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Free from the slavery of the Past?</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Our fathers fought for liberty,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They struggled long and well,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">History of their deeds can tell—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But <i>ourselves</i> must set us free.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Our fathers fought for liberty,</span><br > +<span class="i2">They struggled long and well,</span><br > +<span class="i2">History of their deeds can tell—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But <i>ourselves</i> must set us free.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Sphinx" id="Sphinx"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sphinx"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SPHINX.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i04">Why mourn we for the golden prime</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Why mourn we for the golden prime</span><br > <span class="i0">When our young souls <i>were</i> kingly, strong, and -true?</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The soul is greater than all time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It changes not, but yet is ever new.</span><br /> +true?</span><br > +<span class="i4">The soul is greater than all time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It changes not, but yet is ever new.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i04">But that the soul <i>is</i> noble, we</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could never know what nobleness had been;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Be what ye dream! and earth shall see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A greater greatness than she e'er hath seen.</span><br /> +<span class="i04">But that the soul <i>is</i> noble, we</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could never know what nobleness had been;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Be what ye dream! and earth shall see</span><br > +<span class="i0">A greater greatness than she e'er hath seen.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i04">The flower pines not to be fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It never asketh to be sweet and dear,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">But gives itself to sun and air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And so is fresh and full from year to year.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 68]</span><br /> +<span class="i04">The flower pines not to be fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It never asketh to be sweet and dear,</span><br > +<span class="i4">But gives itself to sun and air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And so is fresh and full from year to year.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 68]</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i04">Nothing in Nature weeps its lot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nothing, save man, abides in memory,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Forgetful that the Past is what</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Nothing in Nature weeps its lot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nothing, save man, abides in memory,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Forgetful that the Past is what</span><br > <span class="i0">Ourselves may choose the coming time to be.</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i04">All things are circular; the Past</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was given us to make the Future great;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And the void Future shall at last</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be the strong rudder of an after fate.</span><br /> +<span class="i04">All things are circular; the Past</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was given us to make the Future great;</span><br > +<span class="i4">And the void Future shall at last</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be the strong rudder of an after fate.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i04">We sit beside the Sphinx of Life,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We gaze into its void, unanswering eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And spend ourselves in idle strife</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To read the riddle of their mysteries.</span><br /> +<span class="i04">We sit beside the Sphinx of Life,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We gaze into its void, unanswering eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And spend ourselves in idle strife</span><br > +<span class="i0">To read the riddle of their mysteries.</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i04">Arise! be earnest and be strong!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Sphinx's eyes shall suddenly grow clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And speak as plain to thee ere long,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Arise! be earnest and be strong!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Sphinx's eyes shall suddenly grow clear,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And speak as plain to thee ere long,</span><br > <span class="i0">As the dear maiden's who holds thee most -dear.</span><br /> +dear.</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> <span class="i04">The meaning of all things in <i>us</i>—</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Yea, in the lives we give our souls—doth -lie;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Make, then, their meaning glorious</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By such a life as need not fear to die!</span><br /> +lie;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Make, then, their meaning glorious</span><br > +<span class="i0">By such a life as need not fear to die!</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i04">There is no heart-beat in the day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which bears a record of the smallest deed,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">But holds within its faith alway</span><br /> +<span class="i04">There is no heart-beat in the day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which bears a record of the smallest deed,</span><br > +<span class="i4">But holds within its faith alway</span><br > <span class="i0">That which in doubt we vainly strive to read.</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i04">One seed contains another seed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that a third, and so for evermore;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And promise of as great a deed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lies folded in the deed that went before.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 69]</span><br /> +<span class="i04">One seed contains another seed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that a third, and so for evermore;</span><br > +<span class="i4">And promise of as great a deed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lies folded in the deed that went before.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 69]</span><br > <h5>XI.</h5> -<span class="i04">So ask not fitting space or time,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">So ask not fitting space or time,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet could not dream of things which could not -be;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Each day shall make the next sublime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Time be swallowed in Eternity.</span><br /> +be;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Each day shall make the next sublime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Time be swallowed in Eternity.</span><br > <h5>XII.</h5> <span class="i04">God bless the Present! it is <span -class="smcap">all</span>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It has been Future, and it shall be Past;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Awake and live! thy strength recall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in one trinity unite them fast.</span><br /> +class="smcap">all</span>;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It has been Future, and it shall be Past;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Awake and live! thy strength recall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in one trinity unite them fast.</span><br > <h5>XIII.</h5> -<span class="i04">Action and Life—lo! here the key</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of all on earth that seemeth dark and wrong;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Win this—and, with it, freely ye</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Action and Life—lo! here the key</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of all on earth that seemeth dark and wrong;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Win this—and, with it, freely ye</span><br > <span class="i0">May enter that bright realm for which ye -long.</span><br /> +long.</span><br > <h5>XIV.</h5> -<span class="i04">Then all these bitter questionings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall with a full and blessèd answer meet;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Past worlds, whereof the Poet sings,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Then all these bitter questionings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall with a full and blessèd answer meet;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Past worlds, whereof the Poet sings,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shall be the earth beneath his snow-white -fleet.</span><br /> +fleet.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Booke" id="Booke"></a></p> +<p><a id="Booke"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>"GOE, LITTLE BOOKE!"</h4> -<span class="i02">Go little book! the world is wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There's room and verge enough for thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For thou hast learned that only pride</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lacketh fit opportunity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which comes unbid to modesty.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Go! win thy way with gentleness:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I send thee forth, my first-born child,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Quite, quite alone, to face the stress</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of fickle skies and pathways wild,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where few can keep them undefiled.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thou earnest from a poet's heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A warm, still home, and full of rest;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 70]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Far from the pleasant eyes thou art</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of those who know and love thee best,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And by whose hearthstones thou wert blest.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Go! knock thou softly at the door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where any gentle spirits bin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tell them thy tender feet are sore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wandering so far from all thy kin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And ask if thou may enter in.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Beg thou a cup-full from the spring</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Charity, in Christ's dear name;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Few will deny so small a thing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor ask unkindly if thou came</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of one whose life might do thee shame.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">We all are prone to go astray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our hopes are bright, our lives are dim;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thou art pure, and if they say,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"We know thy father, and our whim</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He pleases not,"—plead thou for him.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">For many are by whom all truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That speaks not in their mother-tongue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is stoned to death with hands unruth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or hath its patient spirit wrung</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cold words and colder looks among.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Yet fear not! for skies are fair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To all whose souls are fair within;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt find shelter everywhere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With those to whom a different skin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is not a damning proof of sin.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">But, if all others are unkind,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Go little book! the world is wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There's room and verge enough for thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For thou hast learned that only pride</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lacketh fit opportunity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which comes unbid to modesty.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Go! win thy way with gentleness:</span><br > +<span class="i0">I send thee forth, my first-born child,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Quite, quite alone, to face the stress</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of fickle skies and pathways wild,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where few can keep them undefiled.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thou earnest from a poet's heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A warm, still home, and full of rest;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 70]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Far from the pleasant eyes thou art</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of those who know and love thee best,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And by whose hearthstones thou wert blest.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Go! knock thou softly at the door</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where any gentle spirits bin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tell them thy tender feet are sore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wandering so far from all thy kin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And ask if thou may enter in.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Beg thou a cup-full from the spring</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Charity, in Christ's dear name;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Few will deny so small a thing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor ask unkindly if thou came</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of one whose life might do thee shame.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">We all are prone to go astray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our hopes are bright, our lives are dim;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thou art pure, and if they say,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"We know thy father, and our whim</span><br > +<span class="i0">He pleases not,"—plead thou for him.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">For many are by whom all truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That speaks not in their mother-tongue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is stoned to death with hands unruth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or hath its patient spirit wrung</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cold words and colder looks among.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Yet fear not! for skies are fair</span><br > +<span class="i0">To all whose souls are fair within;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou wilt find shelter everywhere</span><br > +<span class="i0">With those to whom a different skin</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is not a damning proof of sin.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">But, if all others are unkind,</span><br > <span class="i0">There's <i>one</i> heart whither thou canst -fly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For shelter from the biting wind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, in that home of purity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It were no bitter thing to die.</span><br /> +fly</span><br > +<span class="i0">For shelter from the biting wind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, in that home of purity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It were no bitter thing to die.</span><br > </div> <p class="p2"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 71]</span></p> -<p><a name="Sonnets1" id="Sonnets1"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sonnets1"></a></p> <h3>SONNETS.</h3> <div class="poem"> @@ -4771,51 +4756,51 @@ fly</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">DISAPPOINTMENT.</h4> -<span class="i00">I pray thee call not this society;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I asked for bread, thou givest me a stone;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I am an hungered, and I find not one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To give me meat, to joy or grieve with me;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I pray thee call not this society;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I asked for bread, thou givest me a stone;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I am an hungered, and I find not one</span><br > +<span class="i0">To give me meat, to joy or grieve with me;</span><br > <span class="i0">I find not here what I went out to see—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Souls of true men, of women who can move</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The deeper, better part of us to love,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Souls of true men, of women who can move</span><br > +<span class="i0">The deeper, better part of us to love,</span><br > <span class="i0">Souls that can hold with mine communion free.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Alas! must then these hopes, these longings -high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This yearning of the soul for brotherhood,</span><br /> +high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">This yearning of the soul for brotherhood,</span><br > <span class="i0">And all that makes us pure, and wise, and -good,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come broken-hearted, home again to die?</span><br /> +good,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come broken-hearted, home again to die?</span><br > <span class="i0">No, Hope is left, and prays with bended head,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0a">"Give us this day, O God, our daily bread!"</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Great human nature, whither art thou fled?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Great human nature, whither art thou fled?</span><br > <span class="i0">Are these things creeping forth and back -agen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These hollow formalists and echoes, men?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Art thou entombèd with the mighty dead?</span><br /> +agen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">These hollow formalists and echoes, men?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Art thou entombèd with the mighty dead?</span><br > <span class="i0">In God's name, no! not yet hath all been -said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or done, or longed for, that is truly great;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These pitiful dried crusts will never sate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Natures for which pure Truth is daily bread;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We were not meant to plod along the earth,</span><br /> +said,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or done, or longed for, that is truly great;</span><br > +<span class="i0">These pitiful dried crusts will never sate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Natures for which pure Truth is daily bread;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We were not meant to plod along the earth,</span><br > <span class="i0">Strange to ourselves and to our fellows -strange;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We were not meant to struggle from our birth</span><br /> +strange;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We were not meant to struggle from our birth</span><br > <span class="i0">To skulk and creep, and in mean pathways -range;</span><br /> +range;</span><br > <span class="i0">Act! with stern truth, large faith, and loving -will!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Up and be doing! God is with us still.</span><br /> +will!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Up and be doing! God is with us still.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -4824,74 +4809,74 @@ will!</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">TO A FRIEND.</h4> -<span class="i00">One strip of bark may feed the broken tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Giving to some few limbs a sickly green;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">One strip of bark may feed the broken tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Giving to some few limbs a sickly green;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 72]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 72]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And one light shower on the hills, I ween,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May keep the spring from drying utterly.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thus seemeth it with these our hearts to be;</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And one light shower on the hills, I ween,</span><br > +<span class="i0">May keep the spring from drying utterly.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thus seemeth it with these our hearts to be;</span><br > <span class="i0">Hope is the strip of bark, the shower of -rain,</span><br /> +rain,</span><br > <span class="i0">And so they are not wholly crushed with pain.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">But live and linger on, far sadder sight to -see;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Much do they err, who tell us that the heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May not be broken; what, then, can we call</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A broken heart, if this may not be so,</span><br /> +see;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Much do they err, who tell us that the heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">May not be broken; what, then, can we call</span><br > +<span class="i0">A broken heart, if this may not be so,</span><br > <span class="i0">This death in life, when, shrouded in its -pall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shunning and shunned, it dwelleth all apart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its power, its love, its sympathy laid low?</span><br /> +pall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shunning and shunned, it dwelleth all apart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its power, its love, its sympathy laid low?</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">So may it be, but let it not be so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, let it not be so with thee, my friend;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be of good courage, bear up to the end,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And on thine after way rejoicing go!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We all must suffer, if we aught would know;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Life is a teacher stern, and wisdom's crown</span><br /> +<span class="i00">So may it be, but let it not be so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, let it not be so with thee, my friend;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be of good courage, bear up to the end,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And on thine after way rejoicing go!</span><br > +<span class="i0">We all must suffer, if we aught would know;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Life is a teacher stern, and wisdom's crown</span><br > <span class="i0">Is oft a crown of thorns, whence, trickling -down,</span><br /> +down,</span><br > <span class="i0">Blood, mixed with tears, blinding her eyes doth -flow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Time, a gentle nurse, shall wipe away</span><br /> +flow</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Time, a gentle nurse, shall wipe away</span><br > <span class="i0">This bloody sweat, and thou shalt find on -earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That woman is not all in all to Love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, living by a new and second birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy soul shall see all things below, above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grow bright and brighter to the perfect day.</span><br /> +earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That woman is not all in all to Love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, living by a new and second birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy soul shall see all things below, above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grow bright and brighter to the perfect day.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">O child of Nature! O most meek and free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Most gentle spirit of true nobleness!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou doest not a worthy deed the less</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because the world may not its greatness see;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What were a thousand triumphings to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, in thyself, art as a perfect sphere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wrapt in a bright and natural atmosphere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of mighty-souledness and majesty?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy soul is not too high for lowly things,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O child of Nature! O most meek and free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Most gentle spirit of true nobleness!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou doest not a worthy deed the less</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because the world may not its greatness see;</span><br > +<span class="i0">What were a thousand triumphings to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, in thyself, art as a perfect sphere</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wrapt in a bright and natural atmosphere</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of mighty-souledness and majesty?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy soul is not too high for lowly things,</span><br > <span class="i0">Feels not its strength seeing its brother -weak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not for itself unto itself is dear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But for that it may guide the wanderings</span><br /> +weak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not for itself unto itself is dear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But for that it may guide the wanderings</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 73]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 73]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Of fellow-men, and to their spirits speak</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The lofty faith of heart that knows no fear.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Of fellow-men, and to their spirits speak</span><br > +<span class="i0">The lofty faith of heart that knows no fear.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -4900,77 +4885,77 @@ weak,</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">TO ——</h4> -<span class="i00">Deem it no Sodom-fruit of vanity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or fickle fantasy of unripe youth</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Deem it no Sodom-fruit of vanity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or fickle fantasy of unripe youth</span><br > <span class="i0">Which ever takes the fairest shows for truth,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">That I should wish my verse beloved of thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis love's deep thirst which may not quenchèd -be.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is a gulf of longing and unrest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A wild love-craving not to be represt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereto, in all our hearts, as to the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The streams of feeling do forever flow.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Therefore it is that thy well-meted praise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Falleth so shower-like and fresh on me,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">That I should wish my verse beloved of thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis love's deep thirst which may not quenchèd +be.</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is a gulf of longing and unrest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A wild love-craving not to be represt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereto, in all our hearts, as to the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The streams of feeling do forever flow.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Therefore it is that thy well-meted praise</span><br > +<span class="i0">Falleth so shower-like and fresh on me,</span><br > <span class="i0">Filling those springs which else had sunk full -low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lost in the dreary desert-sands of woe,</span><br /> +low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lost in the dreary desert-sands of woe,</span><br > <span class="i0">Or parched by passion's fierce and withering -blaze.</span><br /> +blaze.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Might I but be beloved, and, O most fair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And perfect-ordered soul, beloved of thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How should I feel a cloud of earthly care,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If thy blue eyes were ever clear to me?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Might I but be beloved, and, O most fair</span><br > +<span class="i0">And perfect-ordered soul, beloved of thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How should I feel a cloud of earthly care,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If thy blue eyes were ever clear to me?</span><br > <span class="i0">O woman's love! O flower most bright and -rare!</span><br /> +rare!</span><br > <span class="i0">That blossom'st brightest in extremest need,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Woe, woe is me! that thy so precious seed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is ever sown by Fancy's changeful air,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Woe, woe is me! that thy so precious seed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is ever sown by Fancy's changeful air,</span><br > <span class="i0">And grows sometimes in poor and barren -hearts,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who can be little even in the light</span><br /> +hearts,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who can be little even in the light</span><br > <span class="i0">Of thy meek holiness—while souls more -great</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are left to wander in a starless night,</span><br /> +great</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are left to wander in a starless night,</span><br > <span class="i0">Praying unheard—and yet the hardest -parts</span><br /> +parts</span><br > <span class="i0">Befit those best who best can cope with Fate.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>VIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Why should we ever weary of this life?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our souls should widen ever, not contract,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Why should we ever weary of this life?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our souls should widen ever, not contract,</span><br > <span class="i0">Grow stronger, and not harder, in the strife,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Filling each moment with a noble act;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Filling each moment with a noble act;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 74]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 74]</span><br > -<span class="i0">If we live thus, of vigor all compact,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doing our duty to our fellow-men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And striving rather to exalt our race</span><br /> +<span class="i0">If we live thus, of vigor all compact,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doing our duty to our fellow-men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And striving rather to exalt our race</span><br > <span class="i0">Than our poor selves, with earnest hand or -pen</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We shall erect our names a dwelling-place</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which not all ages shall cast down agen;</span><br /> +pen</span><br > +<span class="i0">We shall erect our names a dwelling-place</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which not all ages shall cast down agen;</span><br > <span class="i0">Offspring of Time shall then be born each -hour,</span><br /> +hour,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, as of old, earth lovingly shall guard,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To live forever in youth's perfect flower,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And guide her future children Heavenward.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">To live forever in youth's perfect flower,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And guide her future children Heavenward.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -4980,25 +4965,25 @@ hour,</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">GREEN MOUNTAINS.</h4> <span class="i00">Ye mountains, that far off lift up your -heads,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seen dimly through their canopies of blue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Distance-created beauty over you;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I am not well content with this far view;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How may I know what foot of loved-one treads</span><br /> +heads,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seen dimly through their canopies of blue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The shade of my unrestful spirit sheds</span><br > +<span class="i0">Distance-created beauty over you;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I am not well content with this far view;</span><br > +<span class="i0">How may I know what foot of loved-one treads</span><br > <span class="i0">Your rocks moss-grown and sun-dried torrent -beds?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We should love all things better, if we knew</span><br /> +beds?</span><br > +<span class="i0">We should love all things better, if we knew</span><br > <span class="i0">What claims the meanest have upon our hearts:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Perchance even now some eye, that would be -bright</span><br /> +bright</span><br > <span class="i0">To meet my own, looks on your mist-robed -forms;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts</span><br /> +forms;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Perchance your grandeur a deep joy imparts</span><br > <span class="i0">To souls that have encircled mine with -light—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O brother-heart, with thee my spirit warms!</span><br /> +light—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O brother-heart, with thee my spirit warms!</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5006,51 +4991,51 @@ light—</span><br /> <h5>X.</h5> <span class="i00">My friend, adown Life's valley, hand in hand,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">With grateful change of grave and merry -speech</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or song, our hearts unlocking each to each,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We'll journey onward to the silent land;</span><br /> +speech</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or song, our hearts unlocking each to each,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We'll journey onward to the silent land;</span><br > <span class="i0">And when stern Death shall loose that loving -band,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Taking in his cold hand a hand of ours,</span><br /> +band,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Taking in his cold hand a hand of ours,</span><br > <span class="i0">The one shall strew the other's grave with -flowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor shall his heart a moment be unmanned.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My friend and brother! if thou goest first,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wilt thou no more re-visit me below?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yea, when my heart seems happy, causelessly</span><br /> +flowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor shall his heart a moment be unmanned.</span><br > +<span class="i0">My friend and brother! if thou goest first,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wilt thou no more re-visit me below?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yea, when my heart seems happy, causelessly</span><br > <span class="i0">And swells, not dreaming why, as it would -burst</span><br /> +burst</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 75]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 75]</span><br > <span class="i0">With joy unspeakable—my soul shall know</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">That thou, unseen, art bending over me.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">That thou, unseen, art bending over me.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>XI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Verse cannot say how beautiful thou art,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How glorious the calmness of thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full of unconquerable energies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Telling that thou hast acted well thy part.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No doubt or fear thy steady faith can start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No thought of evil dare come nigh to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who hast the courage meek of purity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The self-stayed greatness of a loving heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strong with serene, enduring fortitude;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Verse cannot say how beautiful thou art,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How glorious the calmness of thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full of unconquerable energies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Telling that thou hast acted well thy part.</span><br > +<span class="i0">No doubt or fear thy steady faith can start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No thought of evil dare come nigh to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who hast the courage meek of purity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The self-stayed greatness of a loving heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strong with serene, enduring fortitude;</span><br > <span class="i0">Where'er thou art, that seems thy fitting -place,</span><br /> +place,</span><br > <span class="i0">For not of forms, but Nature, art thou child;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And lowest things put on a noble grace</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And lowest things put on a noble grace</span><br > <span class="i0">When touched by ye, O patient, Ruth-like, -mild</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And spotless hands of earnest womanhood.</span><br /> +mild</span><br > +<span class="i0">And spotless hands of earnest womanhood.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5058,51 +5043,51 @@ mild</span><br /> <h5>XII.</h5> <span class="i00">The soul would fain its loving kindness tell,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But custom hangs like lead upon the tongue;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The heart is brimful, hollow crowds among,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But custom hangs like lead upon the tongue;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The heart is brimful, hollow crowds among,</span><br > <span class="i0">When it finds one whose life and thought are -well;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Up to the eyes its gushing love doth swell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The angel cometh and the waters move,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet it is fearful still to say "I love,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And words come grating as a jangled bell.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O might we only speak but what we feel,</span><br /> +well;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Up to the eyes its gushing love doth swell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The angel cometh and the waters move,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet it is fearful still to say "I love,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And words come grating as a jangled bell.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O might we only speak but what we feel,</span><br > <span class="i0">Might the tongue pay but what the heart doth -owe,</span><br /> +owe,</span><br > <span class="i0">Not Heaven's great thunder, when, deep peal on -peal,</span><br /> +peal,</span><br > <span class="i0">It shakes the earth, could rouse our spirits -so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or to the soul such majesty reveal,</span><br /> +so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or to the soul such majesty reveal,</span><br > <span class="i0">As two short words half-spoken faint and low!</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>XIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">I saw a gate: a harsh voice spake and said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"This is the gate of Life;" above was writ,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Leave hope behind, all ye who enter it;"</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I saw a gate: a harsh voice spake and said,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"This is the gate of Life;" above was writ,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Leave hope behind, all ye who enter it;"</span><br > <span class="i0">Then shrank my heart within itself for dread;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But, softer than the summer rain is shed,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But, softer than the summer rain is shed,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 76]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 76]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Words dropt upon my soul, and they did say,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Words dropt upon my soul, and they did say,</span><br > <span class="i0a">"Fear nothing, Faith shall save thee, watch and -pray!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, without fear I lifted up my head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lo! that writing was not, one fair word</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was carven in its stead, and it was "Love."</span><br /> +pray!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, without fear I lifted up my head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lo! that writing was not, one fair word</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was carven in its stead, and it was "Love."</span><br > <span class="i0">Then rained once more those sweet tones from -above</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With healing on their wings: I humbly heard,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"I am the Life, ask and it shall be given!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I am the way, by me ye enter Heaven!"</span><br /> +above</span><br > +<span class="i0">With healing on their wings: I humbly heard,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"I am the Life, ask and it shall be given!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I am the way, by me ye enter Heaven!"</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5110,26 +5095,26 @@ above</span><br /> <h5>XIV.</h5> <span class="i00">To the dark, narrow house where loved ones -go,</span><br /> +go,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whence no steps outward turn, whose silent -door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">None but the sexton knocks at any more,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are they not sometimes with us yet below?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The longings of the soul would tell us so;</span><br /> +door</span><br > +<span class="i0">None but the sexton knocks at any more,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are they not sometimes with us yet below?</span><br > +<span class="i0">The longings of the soul would tell us so;</span><br > <span class="i0">Although, so pure and fine their being's -essence,</span><br /> +essence,</span><br > <span class="i0">Our bodily eyes are witless of their -presence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet not within the tomb their spirits glow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like wizard lamps pent up, but whensoever</span><br /> +presence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet not within the tomb their spirits glow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like wizard lamps pent up, but whensoever</span><br > <span class="i0">With great thoughts worthy of their high -behests</span><br /> +behests</span><br > <span class="i0">Our souls are filled, those bright ones with us -be,</span><br /> +be,</span><br > <span class="i0">As, in the patriarch's tent, his angel -guests;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O let us live so worthily, that never</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We may be far from that blest company.</span><br /> +guests;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O let us live so worthily, that never</span><br > +<span class="i0">We may be far from that blest company.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5137,51 +5122,51 @@ guests;—</span><br /> <h5>XV.</h5> <span class="i00">I fain would give to thee the loveliest -things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For lovely things belong to thee of right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thou hast been as peaceful to my sight,</span><br /> +things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For lovely things belong to thee of right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thou hast been as peaceful to my sight,</span><br > <span class="i0">As the still thoughts that summer twilight -brings;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath the shadow of thine angel wings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O let me live! O let me rest in thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Growing to thee more and more utterly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upbearing and upborn, till outward things</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are only as they share in thee a part!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look kindly on me, let thy holy eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bless me from the deep fulness of thy heart;</span><br /> +brings;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath the shadow of thine angel wings</span><br > +<span class="i0">O let me live! O let me rest in thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Growing to thee more and more utterly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upbearing and upborn, till outward things</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are only as they share in thee a part!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look kindly on me, let thy holy eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bless me from the deep fulness of thy heart;</span><br > <span class="i0">So shall my soul in its right strength arise,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And nevermore shall pine and shrink and -start,</span><br /> +start,</span><br > <span class="i0">Safe-sheltered in thy full souled sympathies.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 77]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 77]</span><br > <h5>XVI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Much I had mused of Love, and in my soul</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Much I had mused of Love, and in my soul</span><br > <span class="i0">There was one chamber where I dared not look,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">So much its dark and dreary voidness shook</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My spirit, feeling that I was not whole:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All my deep longings flowed toward one goal</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For long, long years, but were not answerèd,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">So much its dark and dreary voidness shook</span><br > +<span class="i0">My spirit, feeling that I was not whole:</span><br > +<span class="i0">All my deep longings flowed toward one goal</span><br > +<span class="i0">For long, long years, but were not answerèd,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till Hope was drooping, Faith well-nigh -stone-dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I was still a blind, earth-delving mole;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet did I know that God was wise and good,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And would fulfil my being late or soon;</span><br /> +stone-dead,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I was still a blind, earth-delving mole;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet did I know that God was wise and good,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And would fulfil my being late or soon;</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor was such thought in vain, for, seeing -thee,</span><br /> +thee,</span><br > <span class="i0">Great Love rose up, as, o'er a black pine -wood,</span><br /> +wood,</span><br > <span class="i0">Round, bright, and clear, upstarteth the full -moon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Filling my soul with glory utterly.</span><br /> +moon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Filling my soul with glory utterly.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5189,54 +5174,54 @@ moon,</span><br /> <h5>XVII.</h5> <span class="i00">Sayest thou, most beautiful, that thou wilt -wear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flowers and leafy crowns when thou art old,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that thy heart shall never grow so cold</span><br /> +wear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flowers and leafy crowns when thou art old,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that thy heart shall never grow so cold</span><br > <span class="i0">But they shall love to wreath thy silvered -hair</span><br /> +hair</span><br > <span class="i0">And into age's snows the hope of spring-tide -bear?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, in thy child-like wisdom's moveless hold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dwell ever! still the blessings manifold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of purity, of peace, and untaught care</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For other's hearts, around thy pathway shed,</span><br /> +bear?</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, in thy child-like wisdom's moveless hold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dwell ever! still the blessings manifold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of purity, of peace, and untaught care</span><br > +<span class="i0">For other's hearts, around thy pathway shed,</span><br > <span class="i0">And thou shalt have a crown of deathless -flowers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To glorify and guard thy blessèd head</span><br /> +flowers</span><br > +<span class="i0">To glorify and guard thy blessèd head</span><br > <span class="i0">And give their freshness to thy life's last -hours;</span><br /> +hours;</span><br > <span class="i0">And, when the Bridegroom calleth, they shall -be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A wedding-garment white as snow for thee.</span><br /> +be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A wedding-garment white as snow for thee.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>XVIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Poet! who sittest in thy pleasant room,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Poet! who sittest in thy pleasant room,</span><br > <span class="i0">Warming thy heart with idle thoughts of love,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And of a holy life that leads above,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And of a holy life that leads above,</span><br > <span class="i0">Striving to keep life's spring-flowers still in -bloom,</span><br /> +bloom,</span><br > <span class="i0">And lingering to snuff their fresh -perfume—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, there were other duties meant for thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than to sit down in peacefulness and Be!</span><br /> +perfume—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, there were other duties meant for thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than to sit down in peacefulness and Be!</span><br > <span class="i0">O, there are brother-hearts that dwell in -gloom,</span><br /> +gloom,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 78]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 78]</span><br > <span class="i0">Souls loathsome, foul, and black with daily -sin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So crusted o'er with baseness, that no ray</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of heaven's blessed light may enter in!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come down, then, to the hot and dusty way,</span><br /> +sin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So crusted o'er with baseness, that no ray</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of heaven's blessed light may enter in!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come down, then, to the hot and dusty way,</span><br > <span class="i0">And lead them back to hope and peace -again—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, save in Act, thy Love is all in vain.</span><br /> +again—</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, save in Act, thy Love is all in vain.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5245,25 +5230,25 @@ again—</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">"NO MORE BUT SO?"</h4> -<span class="i00">No more but so? Only with uncold looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with a hand not laggard to clasp mine,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">No more but so? Only with uncold looks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with a hand not laggard to clasp mine,</span><br > <span class="i0">Think'st thou to pay what debt of love is -thine?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No more but so? Like gushing water-brooks,</span><br /> +thine?</span><br > +<span class="i0">No more but so? Like gushing water-brooks,</span><br > <span class="i0">Freshening and making green the dimmest nooks</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Of thy friend's soul thy kindliness should -flow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, if 'tis bounded by not saying "no,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I can find more of friendship in my books,</span><br /> +flow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, if 'tis bounded by not saying "no,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">I can find more of friendship in my books,</span><br > <span class="i0">All lifeless though they be, and more, far -more</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In every simplest moss, or flower, or tree;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Open to me thy heart of hearts' deep core,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or never say that I am dear to thee;</span><br /> +more</span><br > +<span class="i0">In every simplest moss, or flower, or tree;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Open to me thy heart of hearts' deep core,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or never say that I am dear to thee;</span><br > <span class="i0">Call me not Friend, if thou keep close the -door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That leads into thine inmost sympathy.</span><br /> +door</span><br > +<span class="i0">That leads into thine inmost sympathy.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5272,28 +5257,28 @@ door</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">TO A VOICE HEARD IN MOUNT AUBURN.</h4> -<span class="i00">Like the low warblings of a leaf-hid bird,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Like the low warblings of a leaf-hid bird,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy voice came to me through the screening -trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Singing the simplest, long-known melodies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I had no glimpse of thee, and yet I heard</span><br /> +trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Singing the simplest, long-known melodies;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I had no glimpse of thee, and yet I heard</span><br > <span class="i0">And blest thee for each clearly-carolled -word;</span><br /> +word;</span><br > <span class="i0">I longed to thank thee, and my heart would -frame</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mary or Ruth, some sisterly, sweet name</span><br /> +frame</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mary or Ruth, some sisterly, sweet name</span><br > <span class="i0">For thee, yet could I not my lips have -stirred;</span><br /> +stirred;</span><br > <span class="i0">I knew that thou wert lovely, that thine eyes</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Were blue and downcast, and methought large -tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unknown to thee, up to their lids must rise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With half-sad memories of other years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As to thyself alone thou sangest o'er</span><br /> +tears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unknown to thee, up to their lids must rise</span><br > +<span class="i0">With half-sad memories of other years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As to thyself alone thou sangest o'er</span><br > <span class="i0">Words that to childhood seemed to say "No -More!"</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 79]</span><br /> +More!"</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 79]</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5303,23 +5288,23 @@ More!"</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">ON READING SPENSER AGAIN.</h4> <span class="i00">Dear, gentle Spenser! thou my soul dost lead,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">A little child again, through Fairy land,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By many a bower and stream of golden sand,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">A little child again, through Fairy land,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By many a bower and stream of golden sand,</span><br > <span class="i0">And many a sunny plain whose light doth breed</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">A sunshine in my happy heart, and feed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My fancy with sweet visions; I become</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A knight, and with my charmèd arms would roam</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To seek for fame in many a wondrous deed</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">A sunshine in my happy heart, and feed</span><br > +<span class="i0">My fancy with sweet visions; I become</span><br > +<span class="i0">A knight, and with my charmèd arms would roam</span> +<br > +<span class="i0">To seek for fame in many a wondrous deed</span><br > <span class="i0">Of high emprize—for I have seen the -light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Una's angel's face, the golden hair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And backward eyes of startled Florimel;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, for their holy sake, I would outdare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A host of cruel Paynims in the fight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or Archimage and all the powers of Hell.</span><br /> +light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Una's angel's face, the golden hair</span><br > +<span class="i0">And backward eyes of startled Florimel;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, for their holy sake, I would outdare</span><br > +<span class="i0">A host of cruel Paynims in the fight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or Archimage and all the powers of Hell.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5327,24 +5312,24 @@ light</span><br /> <h5>XXII.</h5> <span class="i00">Light of mine eyes! with thy so trusting -look,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thy sweet smile of charity and love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That from a treasure well uplaid above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And from a hope in Christ its blessing took;</span><br /> +look,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thy sweet smile of charity and love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That from a treasure well uplaid above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And from a hope in Christ its blessing took;</span><br > <span class="i0">Light of my heart! which, when it could not -brook</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The coldness of another's sympathy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Finds ever a deep peace and stay in thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Warm as the sunshine of a mossy nook;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Light of my soul! who, by thy saintliness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And faith that acts itself in daily life,</span><br /> +brook</span><br > +<span class="i0">The coldness of another's sympathy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Finds ever a deep peace and stay in thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Warm as the sunshine of a mossy nook;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Light of my soul! who, by thy saintliness</span><br > +<span class="i0">And faith that acts itself in daily life,</span><br > <span class="i0">Canst raise me above weakness, and canst -bless</span><br /> +bless</span><br > <span class="i0">The hardest thraldom of my earthly -strife—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I dare not say how much thou art to me</span><br /> +strife—</span><br > +<span class="i0">I dare not say how much thou art to me</span><br > <span class="i0">Even to myself—and O, far less to thee!</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5352,71 +5337,71 @@ strife—</span><br /> <h5>XXIII.</h5> <span class="i00">Silent as one who treads on new-fallen snow,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Love came upon me ere I was aware;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Love came upon me ere I was aware;</span><br > <span class="i0">Not light of heart, for there was troublous -care</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon his eyelids, drooping them full low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As with sad memory of a healèd woe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The cold rain shivered in his golden hair,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 80]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if an outcast lot had been his share,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he seemed doubtful whither he should go:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then he fell on my neck, and, in my breast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hiding his face, awhile sobbed bitterly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As half in grief to be so long distrest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And half in joy at his security—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At last, uplooking from his place of rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His eyes shone blessedness and hope on me.</span><br /> +care</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon his eyelids, drooping them full low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As with sad memory of a healèd woe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The cold rain shivered in his golden hair,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 80]</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if an outcast lot had been his share,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he seemed doubtful whither he should go:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then he fell on my neck, and, in my breast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hiding his face, awhile sobbed bitterly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As half in grief to be so long distrest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And half in joy at his security—</span><br > +<span class="i0">At last, uplooking from his place of rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His eyes shone blessedness and hope on me.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>XXIV.</h5> -<span class="i00">A gentleness that grows of steady faith;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A joy that sheds its sunshine everywhere;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A humble strength and readiness to bear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Those burthens which strict duty ever lay'th</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A gentleness that grows of steady faith;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A joy that sheds its sunshine everywhere;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A humble strength and readiness to bear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Those burthens which strict duty ever lay'th</span><br > <span class="i0">Upon our souls;—which unto sorrow -saith,</span><br /> +saith,</span><br > <span class="i0a">"Here is no soil for thee to strike thy -roots,</span><br /> +roots,</span><br > <span class="i0">Here only grow those sweet and precious -fruits;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which ripen for the soul that well obey'th;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A patience which the world can neither give</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor take away; a courage strong and high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That dares in simple usefulness to live,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And without one sad look behind to die</span><br /> +fruits;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which ripen for the soul that well obey'th;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A patience which the world can neither give</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor take away; a courage strong and high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That dares in simple usefulness to live,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And without one sad look behind to die</span><br > <span class="i0">When that day comes;—these tell me that our -love</span><br /> +love</span><br > <span class="i0">Is building for itself a home above.<ins title="quote -mark missing in original">"</ins></span><br /> +mark missing in original">"</ins></span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h5>XXV.</h5> -<span class="i00">When the glad soul is full to overflow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto the tongue all power it denies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And only trusts its secret to the eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, by an inborn wisdom, it doth know</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is no other eloquence but so;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">When the glad soul is full to overflow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto the tongue all power it denies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And only trusts its secret to the eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, by an inborn wisdom, it doth know</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is no other eloquence but so;</span><br > <span class="i0">And, when the tongue's weak utterance doth -suffice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Prisoned within the body's cell it lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Remembering in tears its exiled woe:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That word which all mankind so long to hear,</span><br /> +suffice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Prisoned within the body's cell it lies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Remembering in tears its exiled woe:</span><br > +<span class="i0">That word which all mankind so long to hear,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which bears the spirit back to whence it -came,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Maketh this sullen clay as crystal clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And will not be enclouded in a name;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is a truth which we can feel and see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But is as boundless as Eternity.</span><br /> +came,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Maketh this sullen clay as crystal clear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And will not be enclouded in a name;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is a truth which we can feel and see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But is as boundless as Eternity.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 81]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 81]</span><br > </div> @@ -5427,28 +5412,28 @@ came,</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">TO THE EVENING-STAR.</h4> <span class="i00">When we have once said lowly "Evening-Star!"</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Words give no more—for, in thy silver -pride,</span><br /> +pride,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou shinest as naught else can shine beside:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The thick smoke, coiling round the sooty bar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forever, and the customed lamp-light mar</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The thick smoke, coiling round the sooty bar</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forever, and the customed lamp-light mar</span><br > <span class="i0">The stillness of my thought—seeing things -glide</span><br /> +glide</span><br > <span class="i0">So samely:—then I ope my windows wide,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And gaze in peace to where thou shin'st afar.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The wind that comes across the faint-white -snow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So freshly, and the river dimly seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seem like new things that never had been so</span><br /> +snow</span><br > +<span class="i0">So freshly, and the river dimly seen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seem like new things that never had been so</span><br > <span class="i0">Before; and thou art bright as thou hast been</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Since thy white rays put sweetness in the -eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the first souls that loved in Paradise.</span><br /> +eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the first souls that loved in Paradise.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5458,22 +5443,22 @@ eyes</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">READING.</h4> <span class="i00">As one who on some well-known landscape -looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be it alone, or with some dear friend nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each day beholdeth fresh variety,</span><br /> +looks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be it alone, or with some dear friend nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each day beholdeth fresh variety,</span><br > <span class="i0">New harmonies of hills, and trees, and -brooks—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So is it with the worthiest choice of books,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And oftenest read: if thou no meaning spy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Deem there is meaning wanting in thine eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We are so lured from judgment by the crooks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And winding ways of covert fantasy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or turned unwittingly down beaten tracks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of our foregone conclusions, that we see,</span><br /> +brooks—</span><br > +<span class="i0">So is it with the worthiest choice of books,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And oftenest read: if thou no meaning spy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Deem there is meaning wanting in thine eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We are so lured from judgment by the crooks</span><br > +<span class="i0">And winding ways of covert fantasy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or turned unwittingly down beaten tracks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of our foregone conclusions, that we see,</span><br > <span class="i0">In our own want, the writer's misdeemed -lacks:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is with true books as with Nature, each</span><br /> -<span class="i0">New day of living doth new insight teach.</span><br /> +lacks:</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is with true books as with Nature, each</span><br > +<span class="i0">New day of living doth new insight teach.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5482,81 +5467,81 @@ lacks:</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">TO ——, AFTER A SNOW-STORM.</h4> -<span class="i00">Blue as thine eyes the river gently flows</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Blue as thine eyes the river gently flows</span><br > <span class="i0">Between his banks, which, far as eye can see,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Are whiter than aught else on earth may be,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 82]</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Are whiter than aught else on earth may be,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 82]</span><br > <span class="i0">Save inmost thoughts that in thy soul repose;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The trees all crystalled by the melted snows,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Sparkle with gems and silver, such as we</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In childhood saw 'mong groves of Faërie,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the dear skies are sunny-blue as those;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Sparkle with gems and silver, such as we</span><br > +<span class="i0">In childhood saw 'mong groves of Faërie,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the dear skies are sunny-blue as those;</span><br > <span class="i0">Still as thy heart, when next mine own it -lies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In love's full safety, is the bracing air;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The earth is all enwrapt with draperies</span><br /> +lies</span><br > +<span class="i0">In love's full safety, is the bracing air;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The earth is all enwrapt with draperies</span><br > <span class="i0">Snow-white as that pure love might choose to -wear—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O for one moment's look into thine eyes,</span><br /> +wear—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O for one moment's look into thine eyes,</span><br > <span class="i0">To share the joy such scene would kindle -there!</span><br /> +there!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Names" id="Names"></a></p> +<p><a id="Names"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONNETS ON NAMES.</h4> <h4 class="smaller">EDITH.</h4> -<span class="i00">A Lily with its frail cup filled with dew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down-bending modestly, snow-white and pale,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A Lily with its frail cup filled with dew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down-bending modestly, snow-white and pale,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shedding faint fragrance round its native -vale,</span><br /> +vale,</span><br > <span class="i0">Minds me of thee, Sweet Edith, mild and true,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And of thy eyes so innocent and blue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy heart is fearful as a startled hare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet hath in it a fortitude to bear</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And of thy eyes so innocent and blue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy heart is fearful as a startled hare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet hath in it a fortitude to bear</span><br > <span class="i0">For Love's sake, and a gentle faith which -grew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Love: need of a stay whereon to lean,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Felt in thyself, hath taught thee to uphold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And comfort others, and to give, unseen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The kindness thy still love cannot withhold:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Maiden, I would my sister thou hadst been,</span><br /> +grew</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Love: need of a stay whereon to lean,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Felt in thyself, hath taught thee to uphold</span><br > +<span class="i0">And comfort others, and to give, unseen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The kindness thy still love cannot withhold:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Maiden, I would my sister thou hadst been,</span><br > <span class="i0">That round thee I my guarding arms might -fold.</span><br /> +fold.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h4 class="smaller">ROSE.</h4> -<span class="i00">My ever-lightsome, ever-laughing Rose,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who always speakest first and thinkest last,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy full voice is as clear as bugle-blast;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">My ever-lightsome, ever-laughing Rose,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who always speakest first and thinkest last,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy full voice is as clear as bugle-blast;</span><br > <span class="i0">Right from the ear down to the heart it goes</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And says, "I'm beautiful! as who but knows?"</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Thy name reminds me of old romping days,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of kisses stolen in dark passage-ways,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or in the parlor, if the mother-nose</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gave sign of drowsy watch. I wonder where</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Thy name reminds me of old romping days,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of kisses stolen in dark passage-ways,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or in the parlor, if the mother-nose</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gave sign of drowsy watch. I wonder where</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 83]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 83]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Are gone thy tokens, given with a glance</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So full of everlasting love till morrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or a day's endless grieving for the dance</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Are gone thy tokens, given with a glance</span><br > +<span class="i0">So full of everlasting love till morrow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or a day's endless grieving for the dance</span><br > <span class="i0">Last night denied, backed with a lock of -hair,</span><br /> +hair,</span><br > <span class="i0">That spake of broken hearts and deadly -sorrow.</span><br /> +sorrow.</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -5564,1264 +5549,1264 @@ sorrow.</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">MARY.</h4> <span class="i00">Dark hair, dark eyes—not too dark to be -deep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And full of feeling, yet enough to glow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With fire when angered; feelings never slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But which seem rather watching to forthleap</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From her full breast; a gently-flowing sweep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of words in common talk, a torrent-rush,</span><br /> +deep</span><br > +<span class="i0">And full of feeling, yet enough to glow</span><br > +<span class="i0">With fire when angered; feelings never slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But which seem rather watching to forthleap</span><br > +<span class="i0">From her full breast; a gently-flowing sweep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of words in common talk, a torrent-rush,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whenever through her soul swift feelings -gush,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heart less ready to be gay than weep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet cheerful ever; a calm matron-smile,</span><br /> +gush,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heart less ready to be gay than weep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet cheerful ever; a calm matron-smile,</span><br > <span class="i0">That bids God bless you; a chaste simpleness,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">With somewhat, too, of "proper pride," in -dress;—</span><br /> +dress;—</span><br > <span class="i0">This portrait to my mind's eye came, the -while</span><br /> +while</span><br > <span class="i0">I thought of thee, the well-grown woman Mary,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Whilome a gold-haired, laughing little fairy.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h4 class="smaller">CAROLINE.</h4> -<span class="i00">A staidness sobers o'er her pretty face,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which something but ill-hidden in her eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And a quaint look about her lips denies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A lingering love of girlhood you can trace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In her checked laugh and half-restrainèd -pace;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when she bears herself most womanly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seems as if a watchful mother's eye</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A staidness sobers o'er her pretty face,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which something but ill-hidden in her eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And a quaint look about her lips denies;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A lingering love of girlhood you can trace</span><br > +<span class="i0">In her checked laugh and half-restrainèd +pace;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when she bears herself most womanly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seems as if a watchful mother's eye</span><br > <span class="i0">Kept down with sobering glance her childish -grace:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet oftentimes her nature gushes free</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As water long held back by little hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Within a pump, and let forth suddenly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until, her task remembering, she stands</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A moment silent, smiling doubtfully,</span><br /> +grace:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet oftentimes her nature gushes free</span><br > +<span class="i0">As water long held back by little hands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Within a pump, and let forth suddenly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until, her task remembering, she stands</span><br > +<span class="i0">A moment silent, smiling doubtfully,</span><br > <span class="i0">Then laughs aloud and scorns her hated bands.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <div class="poem"> <h4 class="smaller">ANNE.</h4> -<span class="i00">There is a pensiveness in quiet Anne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A mournful drooping of the full gray eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if she had shook hands with misery,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There is a pensiveness in quiet Anne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A mournful drooping of the full gray eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if she had shook hands with misery,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 84]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 84]</span><br > <span class="i0">And known some care since her short life -began;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her cheek is seriously pale, nigh wan,</span><br /> +began;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her cheek is seriously pale, nigh wan,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, though of cheerfulness there is no lack,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">You feel as if she must be dressed in black;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet is she not of those who, all they can,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">You feel as if she must be dressed in black;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet is she not of those who, all they can,</span><br > <span class="i0">Strive to be gay, and striving, seem most -sad—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hers is not grief, but silent soberness;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You would be startled if you saw her glad,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And startled if you saw her weep, no less;</span><br /> +sad—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hers is not grief, but silent soberness;</span><br > +<span class="i0">You would be startled if you saw her glad,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And startled if you saw her weep, no less;</span><br > <span class="i0">She walks through life, as, on the Sabbath -day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She decorously glides to church to pray.</span><br /> +day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She decorously glides to church to pray.</span><br > </div> <p class="center p2">* * * * *</p> -<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 85]</span><br /></p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 85]</span><br ></p> <h3>MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.</h3> -<p><a name="Thren" id="Thren"></a></p> +<p><a id="Thren"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THRENODIA.</h4> -<span class="i02">Gone, gone from us! and shall we see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These sibyl-leaves of destiny,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Those calm eyes, nevermore?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Those deep, dark eyes so warm and bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherein the fortunes of the man</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lay slumbering in prophetic light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In characters a child might scan?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So bright, and gone forth utterly!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">The stars of those two gentle eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will shine no more on earth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Quenched are the hopes that had their birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As we watched them slowly rise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stars of a mother's fate;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she would read them o'er and o'er,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pondering as she sate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over their dear astrology,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which she had conned and conned before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Deeming she needs must read aright</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What was writ so passing bright.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet, alas! she knew not why,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her voice would falter in its song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And tears would slide from out her eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Silent, as they were doing wrong.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">The tongue that scarce had learned to claim</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An entrance to a mother's heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By that dear talisman, a mother's name,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sleeps all forgetful of its art!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I loved to see the infant soul</span><br /> -<span class="i0">(How mighty in the weakness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of its untutored meekness!)</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 86]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Peep timidly from out its nest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His lips, the while,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fluttering with half-fledged words,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or hushing to a smile</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That more than words expressed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When his glad mother on him stole</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And snatched him to her breast!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, thoughts were brooding in those eyes,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Gone, gone from us! and shall we see</span><br > +<span class="i0">These sibyl-leaves of destiny,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Those calm eyes, nevermore?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Those deep, dark eyes so warm and bright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherein the fortunes of the man</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lay slumbering in prophetic light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In characters a child might scan?</span><br > +<span class="i0">So bright, and gone forth utterly!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">The stars of those two gentle eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will shine no more on earth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Quenched are the hopes that had their birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As we watched them slowly rise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stars of a mother's fate;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she would read them o'er and o'er,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pondering as she sate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over their dear astrology,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which she had conned and conned before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Deeming she needs must read aright</span><br > +<span class="i0">What was writ so passing bright.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet, alas! she knew not why,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her voice would falter in its song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And tears would slide from out her eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Silent, as they were doing wrong.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">The tongue that scarce had learned to claim</span><br > +<span class="i0">An entrance to a mother's heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">By that dear talisman, a mother's name,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sleeps all forgetful of its art!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I loved to see the infant soul</span><br > +<span class="i0">(How mighty in the weakness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of its untutored meekness!)</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 86]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Peep timidly from out its nest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His lips, the while,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fluttering with half-fledged words,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or hushing to a smile</span><br > +<span class="i0">That more than words expressed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When his glad mother on him stole</span><br > +<span class="i0">And snatched him to her breast!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, thoughts were brooding in those eyes,</span><br > <span class="i0">That would have soared like strong-winged -birds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far, far, into the skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gladding the earth with song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gushing harmonies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had he but tarried with us long!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">How peacefully they rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Crossfolded there</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon his little breast,</span><br /> +birds</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far, far, into the skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gladding the earth with song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gushing harmonies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had he but tarried with us long!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">How peacefully they rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Crossfolded there</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon his little breast,</span><br > <span class="i0">Those small, white hands that ne'er were still -before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But ever sported with his mother's hair,</span><br /> +before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But ever sported with his mother's hair,</span><br > <span class="i0">Or the plain cross that on her breast she -wore!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her heart no more will beat</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To feel the touch of that soft palm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That ever seemed a new surprise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sending glad thoughts up to her eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To bless him with their holy calm,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sweet thoughts! they made her eyes as sweet.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How quiet are the hands</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wove those pleasant bands!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But that they do not rise and sink</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With his calm breathing, I should think</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That he were dropped asleep.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alas! too deep, too deep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is this his slumber!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Time scarce can number</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The years ere he will wake again.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, may we see his eyelids open then!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">As the airy gossamere,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Floating in the sunlight clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 87]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">So from his spirit wandered out</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tendrils spreading all about,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knitting all things to its thrall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a perfect love of all:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">He did but float a little way</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Adown the stream of time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With dreamy eyes watching the ripples play,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or listening their fairy chime;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His slender sail</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ne'er felt the gale;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He did but float a little way,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, putting to the shore</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While yet 'twas early day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Went calmly on his way,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To dwell with us no more!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No jarring did he feel,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No grating on his vessel's keel,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A strip of silver sand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mingled the waters with the land</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where he was seen no more:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Full short his journey was; no dust</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of earth unto his sandals clave;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The weary weight that old men must,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He bore not to the grave.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He seemed a cherub who had lost his way</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And wandered hither, so his stay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With us was short, and 'twas most meet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That he should be no delver in earth's clod</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To stand before his God:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O blest word—Evermore!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1839.</span><br /> +wore!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her heart no more will beat</span><br > +<span class="i0">To feel the touch of that soft palm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That ever seemed a new surprise</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sending glad thoughts up to her eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">To bless him with their holy calm,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sweet thoughts! they made her eyes as sweet.</span><br > +<span class="i0">How quiet are the hands</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wove those pleasant bands!</span><br > +<span class="i0">But that they do not rise and sink</span><br > +<span class="i0">With his calm breathing, I should think</span><br > +<span class="i0">That he were dropped asleep.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alas! too deep, too deep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is this his slumber!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Time scarce can number</span><br > +<span class="i0">The years ere he will wake again.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, may we see his eyelids open then!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">As the airy gossamere,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Floating in the sunlight clear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 87]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">So from his spirit wandered out</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tendrils spreading all about,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knitting all things to its thrall</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a perfect love of all:</span><br > +<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">He did but float a little way</span><br > +<span class="i0">Adown the stream of time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With dreamy eyes watching the ripples play,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or listening their fairy chime;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His slender sail</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ne'er felt the gale;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He did but float a little way,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, putting to the shore</span><br > +<span class="i0">While yet 'twas early day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Went calmly on his way,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To dwell with us no more!</span><br > +<span class="i0">No jarring did he feel,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No grating on his vessel's keel,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A strip of silver sand</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mingled the waters with the land</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where he was seen no more:</span><br > +<span class="i0">O stern word—Nevermore!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Full short his journey was; no dust</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of earth unto his sandals clave;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The weary weight that old men must,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He bore not to the grave.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He seemed a cherub who had lost his way</span><br > +<span class="i0">And wandered hither, so his stay</span><br > +<span class="i0">With us was short, and 'twas most meet</span><br > +<span class="i0">That he should be no delver in earth's clod</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet</span><br > +<span class="i0">To stand before his God:</span><br > +<span class="i0">O blest word—Evermore!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1839.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Sirens" id="Sirens"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sirens"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE SIRENS.</h4> -<span class="i02">The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sea is restless and uneasy;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou seekest quiet, thou art weary,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sea is restless and uneasy;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou seekest quiet, thou art weary,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 88]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 88]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Wandering thou knowest not whither;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our little isle is green and breezy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come and rest thee! O come hither;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come to this peaceful home of ours,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Where evermore</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Wandering thou knowest not whither;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our little isle is green and breezy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come and rest thee! O come hither;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come to this peaceful home of ours,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Where evermore</span><br > <span class="i0">The low west-wind creeps panting up the shore</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To be at rest among the flowers;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full of rest, the green moss lifts,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As the dark waves of the sea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Draw in and out of rocky rifts,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Calling solemnly to thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With voices deep and hollow,—</span><br /> -<span class="i4a">"To the shore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Follow! O, follow!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be at rest forevermore!</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Forevermore!"</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Look how the gray old Ocean</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the depth of his heart rejoices,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heaving with a gentle motion,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When he hears our restful voices;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">List how he sings in an under-tone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Chiming with our melody;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all sweet sounds of earth and air</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Melt into one low voice alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That murmurs over the weary sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And seems to sing from everywhere,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Here mayst thou harbor peacefully,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Turn thy curvèd prow ashore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in our green isle rest for evermore!</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Forevermore!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, to her heart so calm and deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Murmurs over in her sleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still,</span><br /> -<span class="i4a">"Evermore!"</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Thus, on Life's weary sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Heareth the marinere</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Voices sweet, from far and near,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever singing low and clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever singing longingly.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 89]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">Is it not better here to be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than to be toiling late and soon?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the dreary night to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nothing but the blood-red moon</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go up and down into the sea;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, in the loneliness of day,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To see the still seals only</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Solemnly lift their faces gray,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Making it yet more lonely?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is it not better, than to hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the sliding of the wave</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath the plank, and feel so near</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A cold and lonely grave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A restless grave, where thou shalt lie</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even in death unquietly?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lean over the side and see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The leaden eye of the sidelong shark</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Upturnèd patiently,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ever waiting there for thee:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look down and see those shapeless forms,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which ever keep their dreamless sleep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far down within the gloomy deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And only stir themselves in storms,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rising like islands from beneath,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And snorting through the angry spray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the frail vessel perisheth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the whirls of their unwieldy play;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Look down! Look down!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the seaweed, slimy and dark,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That waves its arms so lank and brown,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beckoning for thee!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into the cold depth of the sea!</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Look down! Look down!</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Thus on Life's lonely sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Heareth the marinere</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Voices sad, from far and near,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever singing full of fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever singing drearfully.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Here all is pleasant as a dream;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The wind scarce shaketh down the dew,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 90]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">The green grass floweth like a stream</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Into the ocean's blue;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Listen! O, listen!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here is a gush of many streams,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A song of many birds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And every wish and longing seems</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lulled to a numbered flow of words,—</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Listen! O, listen!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here ever hum the golden bees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Underneath full-blossomed trees,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">To be at rest among the flowers;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full of rest, the green moss lifts,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As the dark waves of the sea</span><br > +<span class="i0">Draw in and out of rocky rifts,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Calling solemnly to thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">With voices deep and hollow,—</span><br > +<span class="i4a">"To the shore</span><br > +<span class="i2">Follow! O, follow!</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be at rest forevermore!</span><br > +<span class="i4">Forevermore!"</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Look how the gray old Ocean</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the depth of his heart rejoices,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heaving with a gentle motion,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When he hears our restful voices;</span><br > +<span class="i0">List how he sings in an under-tone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Chiming with our melody;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all sweet sounds of earth and air</span><br > +<span class="i0">Melt into one low voice alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That murmurs over the weary sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And seems to sing from everywhere,—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Here mayst thou harbor peacefully,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Turn thy curvèd prow ashore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in our green isle rest for evermore!</span><br > +<span class="i4">Forevermore!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, to her heart so calm and deep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Murmurs over in her sleep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still,</span><br > +<span class="i4a">"Evermore!"</span><br > +<span class="i6">Thus, on Life's weary sea,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Heareth the marinere</span><br > +<span class="i6">Voices sweet, from far and near,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever singing low and clear,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever singing longingly.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 89]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">Is it not better here to be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than to be toiling late and soon?</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the dreary night to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nothing but the blood-red moon</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go up and down into the sea;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, in the loneliness of day,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To see the still seals only</span><br > +<span class="i0">Solemnly lift their faces gray,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Making it yet more lonely?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is it not better, than to hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the sliding of the wave</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath the plank, and feel so near</span><br > +<span class="i0">A cold and lonely grave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A restless grave, where thou shalt lie</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even in death unquietly?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lean over the side and see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The leaden eye of the sidelong shark</span><br > +<span class="i4">Upturnèd patiently,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ever waiting there for thee:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look down and see those shapeless forms,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which ever keep their dreamless sleep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far down within the gloomy deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And only stir themselves in storms,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rising like islands from beneath,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And snorting through the angry spray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the frail vessel perisheth</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the whirls of their unwieldy play;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Look down! Look down!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the seaweed, slimy and dark,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That waves its arms so lank and brown,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beckoning for thee!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into the cold depth of the sea!</span><br > +<span class="i4">Look down! Look down!</span><br > +<span class="i6">Thus on Life's lonely sea,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Heareth the marinere</span><br > +<span class="i6">Voices sad, from far and near,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever singing full of fear,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever singing drearfully.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Here all is pleasant as a dream;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The wind scarce shaketh down the dew,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 90]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">The green grass floweth like a stream</span><br > +<span class="i4">Into the ocean's blue;</span><br > +<span class="i6">Listen! O, listen!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here is a gush of many streams,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A song of many birds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And every wish and longing seems</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lulled to a numbered flow of words,—</span><br > +<span class="i6">Listen! O, listen!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here ever hum the golden bees</span><br > +<span class="i0">Underneath full-blossomed trees,</span><br > <span class="i0">At once with glowing fruit and flowers -crowned;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sand is so smooth, the yellow sand,</span><br /> +crowned;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sand is so smooth, the yellow sand,</span><br > <span class="i0">That thy keel will not grate as it touches the -land</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All around with a slumberous sound,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The singing waves slide up the strand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The waters gurgle longingly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if they fain would seek the shore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be at rest from the ceaseless roar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be at rest forevermore,—</span><br /> -<span class="i3">Forevermore.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Thus, on Life's gloomy sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Heareth the marinere</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Voices sweet, from far and near,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever singing in his ear,</span><br /> -<span class="i6a">"Here is rest and peace for thee."</span><br /> +land</span><br > +<span class="i0">All around with a slumberous sound,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The singing waves slide up the strand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The waters gurgle longingly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if they fain would seek the shore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be at rest from the ceaseless roar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be at rest forevermore,—</span><br > +<span class="i3">Forevermore.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Thus, on Life's gloomy sea,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Heareth the marinere</span><br > +<span class="i6">Voices sweet, from far and near,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever singing in his ear,</span><br > +<span class="i6a">"Here is rest and peace for thee."</span><br > <span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Nantasket</span>, <i>July, -1840.</i></span><br /> +1840.</i></span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Irene" id="Irene"></a></p> +<p><a id="Irene"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<h4>IRENÉ.</h4> +<h4>IRENÉ.</h4> -<span class="i02">Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Free without boldness, meek without a fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Quicker to look than speak its sympathies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far down into her large and patient eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I gaze, deep-drinking of the infinite,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Free without boldness, meek without a fear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Quicker to look than speak its sympathies;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far down into her large and patient eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">I gaze, deep-drinking of the infinite,</span><br > <span class="i0">As, in the mid-watch of a clear, still night,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">I look into the fathomless blue skies.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">I look into the fathomless blue skies.</span><br > -<span class="i02">So circled lives she with Love's holy light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That from the shade of self she walketh free;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The garden of her soul still keepeth she</span><br /> +<span class="i02">So circled lives she with Love's holy light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That from the shade of self she walketh free;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The garden of her soul still keepeth she</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 91]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 91]</span><br > -<span class="i0">An Eden where the snake did never enter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She hath a natural, wise sincerity,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">An Eden where the snake did never enter;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She hath a natural, wise sincerity,</span><br > <span class="i0">A simple truthfulness, and these have lent -her</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A dignity as moveless as the centre;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So that no influence of earth can stir</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her steadfast courage, nor can take away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The holy peacefulness, which, night and day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto her queenly soul doth minister.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Most gentle is she; her large charity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">(An all unwitting, child-like gift in her)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not freer is to give than meek to bear;</span><br /> +her</span><br > +<span class="i0">A dignity as moveless as the centre;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So that no influence of earth can stir</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her steadfast courage, nor can take away</span><br > +<span class="i0">The holy peacefulness, which, night and day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto her queenly soul doth minister.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Most gentle is she; her large charity</span><br > +<span class="i0">(An all unwitting, child-like gift in her)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not freer is to give than meek to bear;</span><br > <span class="i0">And, though herself not unacquaint with care,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Hath in her heart wide room for all that -be,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her heart that hath no secrets of its own,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But open is as eglantine full blown.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cloudless forever is her brow serene,</span><br /> +be,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her heart that hath no secrets of its own,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But open is as eglantine full blown.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cloudless forever is her brow serene,</span><br > <span class="i0">Speaking calm hope and trust within her, -whence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Welleth a noiseless spring of patience,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That keepeth all her life so fresh, so green</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And full of holiness, that every look,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The greatness of her woman's soul revealing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto me bringeth blessing, and a feeling</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As when I read in God's own holy book.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">A graciousness in giving that doth make</span><br /> +whence</span><br > +<span class="i0">Welleth a noiseless spring of patience,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That keepeth all her life so fresh, so green</span><br > +<span class="i0">And full of holiness, that every look,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The greatness of her woman's soul revealing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto me bringeth blessing, and a feeling</span><br > +<span class="i0">As when I read in God's own holy book.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">A graciousness in giving that doth make</span><br > <span class="i0">The small'st gift greatest, and a sense most -meek</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of worthiness, that doth not fear to take</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From others, but which always fears to speak</span><br /> +meek</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of worthiness, that doth not fear to take</span><br > +<span class="i0">From others, but which always fears to speak</span><br > <span class="i0">Its thanks in utterance, for the giver's -sake;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The deep religion of a thankful heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which rests instinctively in Heaven's law</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a full peace, that never can depart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From its own steadfastness;—a holy awe</span><br /> +sake;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The deep religion of a thankful heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which rests instinctively in Heaven's law</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a full peace, that never can depart</span><br > +<span class="i0">From its own steadfastness;—a holy awe</span><br > <span class="i0">For holy things,—not those which men call -holy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But such as are revealèd to the eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before the face of daily mysteries;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A love that blossoms soon, but ripens slowly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the full goldenness of fruitful prime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Enduring with a firmness that defies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All shallow tricks of circumstance and time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By a sure insight knowing where to cling,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 92]</span><br /> +holy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But such as are revealèd to the eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before the face of daily mysteries;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A love that blossoms soon, but ripens slowly</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the full goldenness of fruitful prime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Enduring with a firmness that defies</span><br > +<span class="i0">All shallow tricks of circumstance and time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By a sure insight knowing where to cling,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 92]</span><br > <span class="i0">And where it clingeth never withering;—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">These are Irené's dowry, which no fate</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">These are Irené's dowry, which no fate</span><br > <span class="i0">Can shake from their serene, deep-builded -state.</span><br /> +state.</span><br > <span class="i02">In-seeing sympathy is hers, which chasteneth</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">No less than loveth, scorning to be bound</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">No less than loveth, scorning to be bound</span><br > <span class="i0">With fear of blame, and yet which ever -hasteneth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound,</span><br /> +hasteneth</span><br > +<span class="i0">To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound,</span><br > <span class="i0">If they be wounds which such sweet teaching -makes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Giving itself a pang for others' sakes;</span><br /> +makes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Giving itself a pang for others' sakes;</span><br > <span class="i0">No want of faith, that chills with sidelong -eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath she; no jealousy, no Levite pride</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That passeth by upon the other side;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For in her soul there never dwelt a lie.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Right from the hand of God her spirit came</span><br /> +eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath she; no jealousy, no Levite pride</span><br > +<span class="i0">That passeth by upon the other side;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For in her soul there never dwelt a lie.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Right from the hand of God her spirit came</span><br > <span class="i0">Unstained, and she hath ne'er forgotten -whence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It came, nor wandered far from thence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But laboreth to keep her still the same,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Near to her place of birth, that she may not</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Soil her white raiment with an earthly spot.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Yet sets she not her soul so steadily</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Above, that she forgets her ties to earth,</span><br /> +whence</span><br > +<span class="i0">It came, nor wandered far from thence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But laboreth to keep her still the same,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Near to her place of birth, that she may not</span><br > +<span class="i0">Soil her white raiment with an earthly spot.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Yet sets she not her soul so steadily</span><br > +<span class="i0">Above, that she forgets her ties to earth,</span><br > <span class="i0">But her whole thought would almost seem to be</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">How to make glad one lowly human hearth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For with a gentle courage she doth strive</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In thought and word and feeling so to live</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As to make earth next heaven; and her heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Herein doth show its most exceeding worth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, bearing in our frailty her just part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She hath not shrunk from evils of this life,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But hath gone calmly forth into the strife,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all its sins and sorrows hath withstood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With lofty strength of patient womanhood:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">How to make glad one lowly human hearth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For with a gentle courage she doth strive</span><br > +<span class="i0">In thought and word and feeling so to live</span><br > +<span class="i0">As to make earth next heaven; and her heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Herein doth show its most exceeding worth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, bearing in our frailty her just part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She hath not shrunk from evils of this life,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But hath gone calmly forth into the strife,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all its sins and sorrows hath withstood</span><br > +<span class="i0">With lofty strength of patient womanhood:</span><br > <span class="i0">For this I love her great soul more than all,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">That, being bound, like us, with earthly -thrall,</span><br /> +thrall,</span><br > <span class="i0">She walks so bright and heaven-like -therein,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Too wise, too meek, too womanly, to sin.</span><br /> +therein,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Too wise, too meek, too womanly, to sin.</span><br > <span class="i02">Like a lone star through riven storm-clouds -seen</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By sailors, tempest-toss'd upon the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto my soul her star-like soul hath been,</span><br /> +seen</span><br > +<span class="i0">By sailors, tempest-toss'd upon the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto my soul her star-like soul hath been,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 93]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 93]</span><br > <span class="i0">Her sight as full of hope and calm to -me;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For she unto herself hath builded high</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A home serene, wherein to lay her head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earth's noblest thing, a Woman perfected.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +me;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">For she unto herself hath builded high</span><br > +<span class="i0">A home serene, wherein to lay her head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earth's noblest thing, a Woman perfected.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Serenade2" id="Serenade2"></a></p> +<p><a id="Serenade2"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SERENADE.</h4> <span class="i00">From the close-shut windows gleams no spark,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The night is chilly, the night is dark,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The poplars shiver, the pine-trees moan,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My hair by the autumn breeze is blown,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Under thy window I sing alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The darkness is pressing coldly around,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The windows shake with a lonely sound,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The stars are hid and the night is drear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The heart of silence throbs in thine ear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In thy chamber thou sittest alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The world is happy, the world is wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kind hearts are beating on every side;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ah, why should we lie so coldly curled</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone in the shell of this great world?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why should we any more be alone?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, 'tis a bitter and dreary word,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The saddest by man's ear ever heard!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We each are young, we each have a heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why stand we ever coldly apart?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must we forever, then, be alone?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The night is chilly, the night is dark,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The poplars shiver, the pine-trees moan,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My hair by the autumn breeze is blown,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Under thy window I sing alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The darkness is pressing coldly around,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The windows shake with a lonely sound,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The stars are hid and the night is drear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The heart of silence throbs in thine ear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In thy chamber thou sittest alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The world is happy, the world is wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kind hearts are beating on every side;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ah, why should we lie so coldly curled</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone in the shell of this great world?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why should we any more be alone?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, 'tis a bitter and dreary word,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The saddest by man's ear ever heard!</span><br > +<span class="i0">We each are young, we each have a heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why stand we ever coldly apart?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must we forever, then, be alone?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone, alone, ah woe! alone!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Pressed" id="Pressed"></a></p> +<p><a id="Pressed"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>WITH A PRESSED FLOWER.</h4> -<span class="i00">This little flower from afar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath come from other lands to thine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, once, its white and drooping star</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could see its shadow in the Rhine.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 94]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Perchance some fair-haired German maid</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath plucked one from the self-same stalk,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And numbered over, half afraid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its petals in her evening walk.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">"He loves me, loves me not," she cries;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">"He loves me more than earth or heaven!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And then glad tears have filled her eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To find the number was uneven.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And thou must count its petals well,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because it is a gift from me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the last one of all shall tell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Something I've often told to thee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But here at home, where we were born,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt find flowers just as true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down-bending every summer morn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With freshness of New-England dew.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">For Nature, ever kind to love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath granted them the same sweet tongue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether with German skies above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or here our granite rocks among.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">This little flower from afar</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath come from other lands to thine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, once, its white and drooping star</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could see its shadow in the Rhine.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 94]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Perchance some fair-haired German maid</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath plucked one from the self-same stalk,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And numbered over, half afraid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its petals in her evening walk.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">"He loves me, loves me not," she cries;</span><br > +<span class="i0">"He loves me more than earth or heaven!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And then glad tears have filled her eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">To find the number was uneven.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And thou must count its petals well,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because it is a gift from me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the last one of all shall tell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Something I've often told to thee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But here at home, where we were born,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou wilt find flowers just as true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down-bending every summer morn</span><br > +<span class="i0">With freshness of New-England dew.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">For Nature, ever kind to love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath granted them the same sweet tongue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether with German skies above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or here our granite rocks among.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Beggar" id="Beggar"></a></p> +<p><a id="Beggar"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE BEGGAR.</h4> -<span class="i00">A beggar, through the world am I,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From place to place I wander by.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For Christ's sweet sake and charity!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A little of thy steadfastness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rounded with leafy gracefulness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Old oak, give me,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That the world's blasts may round me blow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I yield gently to and fro,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While my stout-hearted trunk below</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And firm-set roots unshaken be.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Some of thy stern, unyielding might,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Enduring still through day and night</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A beggar, through the world am I,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">From place to place I wander by.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For Christ's sweet sake and charity!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A little of thy steadfastness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rounded with leafy gracefulness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Old oak, give me,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">That the world's blasts may round me blow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I yield gently to and fro,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While my stout-hearted trunk below</span><br > +<span class="i0">And firm-set roots unshaken be.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Some of thy stern, unyielding might,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Enduring still through day and night</span><br > <span class="i0">Rude tempest-shock and withering -blight,—</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 95]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">That I may keep at bay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The changeful April sky of chance</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the strong tide of circumstance,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Give me, old granite gray.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Some of thy pensiveness serene,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some of thy never-dying green,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Put in this scrip of mine,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That griefs may fall like snow-flakes light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And deck me in a robe of white,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ready to be an angel bright,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O sweetly-mournful pine.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A little of thy merriment,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of thy sparkling, light content,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Give me, my cheerful brook,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That I may still be full of glee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gladsomeness, where'er I be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though fickle fate hath prisoned me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In some neglected nook.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ye have been very kind and good</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To me, since I've been in the wood;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ye have gone nigh to fill my heart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But good-bye, kind friends, every one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I've far to go ere set of sun;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of all good things I would have part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The day was high ere I could start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And so my journey's scarce begun.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Heaven help me! how could I forget</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To beg of thee, dear violet!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some of thy modesty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That blossoms here as well, unseen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if before the world thou'dst been,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, give, to strengthen me.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1839.</span><br /> +blight,—</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 95]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">That I may keep at bay</span><br > +<span class="i0">The changeful April sky of chance</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the strong tide of circumstance,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Give me, old granite gray.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Some of thy pensiveness serene,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some of thy never-dying green,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Put in this scrip of mine,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">That griefs may fall like snow-flakes light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And deck me in a robe of white,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ready to be an angel bright,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O sweetly-mournful pine.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A little of thy merriment,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of thy sparkling, light content,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Give me, my cheerful brook,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">That I may still be full of glee</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gladsomeness, where'er I be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though fickle fate hath prisoned me</span><br > +<span class="i0">In some neglected nook.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ye have been very kind and good</span><br > +<span class="i0">To me, since I've been in the wood;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ye have gone nigh to fill my heart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But good-bye, kind friends, every one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I've far to go ere set of sun;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of all good things I would have part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The day was high ere I could start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And so my journey's scarce begun.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Heaven help me! how could I forget</span><br > +<span class="i0">To beg of thee, dear violet!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some of thy modesty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That blossoms here as well, unseen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if before the world thou'dst been,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, give, to strengthen me.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1839.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="MyLove" id="MyLove"></a></p> +<p><a id="MyLove"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>MY LOVE.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">Not as all other women are</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is she that to my soul is dear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her glorious fancies come from far,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 96]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath the silver evening-star,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet her heart is ever near.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Not as all other women are</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is she that to my soul is dear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her glorious fancies come from far,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 96]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath the silver evening-star,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet her heart is ever near.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Great feelings hath she of her own,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which lesser souls may never know;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">God giveth them to her alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sweet they are as any tone</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherewith the wind may choose to blow.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Great feelings hath she of her own,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which lesser souls may never know;</span><br > +<span class="i0">God giveth them to her alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sweet they are as any tone</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherewith the wind may choose to blow.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">Yet in herself she dwelleth not,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Although no home were half so fair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No simplest duty is forgot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Life hath no dim and lowly spot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That doth not in her sunshine share.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Yet in herself she dwelleth not,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Although no home were half so fair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No simplest duty is forgot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Life hath no dim and lowly spot</span><br > +<span class="i0">That doth not in her sunshine share.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">She doeth little kindnesses,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which most leave undone, or despise;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For naught that sets one heart at ease,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And giveth happiness or peace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is low-esteemèd in her eyes.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She doeth little kindnesses,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which most leave undone, or despise;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For naught that sets one heart at ease,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And giveth happiness or peace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is low-esteemèd in her eyes.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">She hath no scorn of common things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, though she seem of other birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Round us her heart entwines and clings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And patiently she folds her wings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To tread the humble paths of earth.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She hath no scorn of common things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, though she seem of other birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Round us her heart entwines and clings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And patiently she folds her wings</span><br > +<span class="i0">To tread the humble paths of earth.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Blessing she is: God made her so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And deeds of weekday holiness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fall from her noiseless as the snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor hath she ever chanced to know</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That aught were easier than to bless.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Blessing she is: God made her so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And deeds of weekday holiness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fall from her noiseless as the snow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor hath she ever chanced to know</span><br > +<span class="i0">That aught were easier than to bless.</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i00">She is most fair, and thereunto</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her life doth rightly harmonize;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feeling or thought that was not true</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ne'er made less beautiful the blue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unclouded heaven of her eyes.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She is most fair, and thereunto</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her life doth rightly harmonize;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feeling or thought that was not true</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ne'er made less beautiful the blue</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unclouded heaven of her eyes.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 97]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 97]</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">She is a woman: one in whom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The spring-time of her childish years</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath never lost its fresh perfume,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though knowing well that life hath room</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For many blights and many tears.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She is a woman: one in whom</span><br > +<span class="i0">The spring-time of her childish years</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath never lost its fresh perfume,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though knowing well that life hath room</span><br > +<span class="i0">For many blights and many tears.</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i00">I love her with a love as still</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As a broad river's peaceful might,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, by high tower and lowly mill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Goes wandering at its own will,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet doth ever flow aright.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I love her with a love as still</span><br > +<span class="i0">As a broad river's peaceful might,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, by high tower and lowly mill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Goes wandering at its own will,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet doth ever flow aright.</span><br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i00">And, on its full, deep breast serene,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like quiet isles my duties lie;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It flows around them and between,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And makes them fresh and fair and green,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sweet homes wherein to live and die.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And, on its full, deep breast serene,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like quiet isles my duties lie;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It flows around them and between,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And makes them fresh and fair and green,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sweet homes wherein to live and die.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Storm" id="Storm"></a></p> +<p><a id="Storm"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SUMMER STORM.</h4> -<span class="i04">Untremulous in the river clear,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Untremulous in the river clear,</span><br > <span class="i0">Toward the sky's image, hangs the imaged -bridge</span><br /> -<span class="i4">So still the air that I can hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The slender clarion of the unseen midge;</span><br /> +bridge</span><br > +<span class="i4">So still the air that I can hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">The slender clarion of the unseen midge;</span><br > <span class="i4">Out of the stillness, with a gathering creep,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Like rising wind in leaves, which now -decreases,</span><br /> +decreases,</span><br > <span class="i0">Now lulls, now swells, and all the while -increases,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The huddling trample of a drove of sheep</span><br /> +increases,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The huddling trample of a drove of sheep</span><br > <span class="i0">Tilts the loose planks, and then as gradually -ceases</span><br /> +ceases</span><br > <span class="i2">In dust on the other side; life's emblem -deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A confused noise between two silences,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Finding at last in dust precarious peace.</span><br /> +deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A confused noise between two silences,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Finding at last in dust precarious peace.</span><br > <span class="i0">On the wide marsh the purple-blossomed -grasses</span><br /> +grasses</span><br > <span class="i2">Soak up the sunshine; sleeps the brimming -tide</span><br /> +tide</span><br > <span class="i0">Save when the wedge-shaped wake in silence -passes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of some slow water-rat, whose sinuous glide</span><br /> +passes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of some slow water-rat, whose sinuous glide</span><br > <span class="i2">Wavers the long green sedge's shade from side to -side;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But up the west, like a rock-shivered surge,</span><br /> +side;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But up the west, like a rock-shivered surge,</span><br > <span class="i2">Climbs a great cloud edged with sun-whitened -spray;</span><br /> +spray;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 98]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 98]</span><br > <span class="i0">Huge whirls of foam boil toppling o'er its -verge,</span><br /> +verge,</span><br > <span class="i2">And falling still it seems, and yet it climbs -alway.</span><br /> - -<span class="i04">Suddenly all the sky is hid</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As with the shutting of a lid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One by one great drops are falling</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Doubtful and slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down the pane they are crookedly crawling,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And the wind breathes low;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slowly the circles widen on the river,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Widen and mingle, one and all;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Struck by an icy rain-drop's fall.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The wind is gathering in the west;</span><br /> +alway.</span><br > + +<span class="i04">Suddenly all the sky is hid</span><br > +<span class="i4">As with the shutting of a lid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">One by one great drops are falling</span><br > +<span class="i6">Doubtful and slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down the pane they are crookedly crawling,</span><br > +<span class="i6">And the wind breathes low;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slowly the circles widen on the river,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Widen and mingle, one and all;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Struck by an icy rain-drop's fall.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The wind is gathering in the west;</span><br > <span class="i0">The upturned leaves first whiten and flutter,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Then droop to a fitful rest;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Up from the stream with sluggish flap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Struggles the gull and floats away;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Then droop to a fitful rest;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Up from the stream with sluggish flap</span><br > +<span class="i2">Struggles the gull and floats away;</span><br > <span class="i0">Nearer and nearer rolls the -thunder-clap,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We shall not see the sun go down to-day:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And tramples the grass with terrified feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The startled river turns leaden and harsh.</span><br /> +thunder-clap,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">We shall not see the sun go down to-day:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And tramples the grass with terrified feet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The startled river turns leaden and harsh.</span><br > <span class="i2">You can hear the quick heart of the tempest -beat.</span><br /> +beat.</span><br > -<span class="i04">Look! look! that livid flash!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And instantly follows the rattling thunder,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if some cloud-crag, split asunder,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Look! look! that livid flash!</span><br > +<span class="i0">And instantly follows the rattling thunder,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if some cloud-crag, split asunder,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash,</span><br > <span class="i0">On the Earth, which crouches in silence -under;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And now a solid gray wall of rain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile;</span><br /> +under;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And now a solid gray wall of rain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile;</span><br > <span class="i2">For a breath's space I see the blue wood -again,</span><br /> +again,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, ere the next heart-beat, the wind-hurled -pile,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That seemed but now a league aloof,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bursts crackling o'er the sun-parched roof;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Against the windows the storm comes dashing,</span><br /> +pile,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That seemed but now a league aloof,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bursts crackling o'er the sun-parched roof;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Against the windows the storm comes dashing,</span><br > <span class="i0">Through tattered foliage the hail tears -crashing,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The blue lightning flashes,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The rapid hail clashes,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 99]</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The white waves are tumbling,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And, in one baffled roar,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Like the toothless sea mumbling</span><br /> -<span class="i6">A rock-bristled shore,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The thunder is rumbling</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And crashing and crumbling,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Will silence return never more?</span><br /> - -<span class="i06">Hush! Still as death,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The tempest holds his breath</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As from a sudden will;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The rain stops short, but from the eaves</span><br /> +crashing,</span><br > +<span class="i6">The blue lightning flashes,</span><br > +<span class="i6">The rapid hail clashes,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 99]</span><br > +<span class="i4">The white waves are tumbling,</span><br > +<span class="i6">And, in one baffled roar,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Like the toothless sea mumbling</span><br > +<span class="i6">A rock-bristled shore,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The thunder is rumbling</span><br > +<span class="i4">And crashing and crumbling,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Will silence return never more?</span><br > + +<span class="i06">Hush! Still as death,</span><br > +<span class="i6">The tempest holds his breath</span><br > +<span class="i4">As from a sudden will;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The rain stops short, but from the eaves</span><br > <span class="i2">You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">All is so bodingly still;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Again, now, now, again</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Plashes the rain in heavy gouts,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The crinkled lightning</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Seems ever brightening,</span><br /> -<span class="i8">And loud and long</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Again the thunder shouts</span><br /> -<span class="i8">His battle-song,—</span><br /> -<span class="i6">One quivering flash,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">One wildering crash,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Followed by silence dead and dull,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As if the cloud, let go,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Leapt bodily below</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And then a total lull.</span><br /> - -<span class="i06">Gone, gone, so soon!</span><br /> -<span class="i4">No more my half-crazed fancy there</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Can shape a giant in the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">No more I see his streaming hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The writhing portent of his form;—</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The pale and quiet moon</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Makes her calm forehead bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the last fragments of the storm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Silent and few, are drifting over me.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1839.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">All is so bodingly still;</span><br > +<span class="i6">Again, now, now, again</span><br > +<span class="i2">Plashes the rain in heavy gouts,</span><br > +<span class="i6">The crinkled lightning</span><br > +<span class="i6">Seems ever brightening,</span><br > +<span class="i8">And loud and long</span><br > +<span class="i2">Again the thunder shouts</span><br > +<span class="i8">His battle-song,—</span><br > +<span class="i6">One quivering flash,</span><br > +<span class="i6">One wildering crash,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Followed by silence dead and dull,</span><br > +<span class="i4">As if the cloud, let go,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Leapt bodily below</span><br > +<span class="i0">To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And then a total lull.</span><br > + +<span class="i06">Gone, gone, so soon!</span><br > +<span class="i4">No more my half-crazed fancy there</span><br > +<span class="i4">Can shape a giant in the air,</span><br > +<span class="i4">No more I see his streaming hair,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The writhing portent of his form;—</span><br > +<span class="i6">The pale and quiet moon</span><br > +<span class="i4">Makes her calm forehead bare,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the last fragments of the storm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Silent and few, are drifting over me.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1839.</span><br > </div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 100]</span><br /></p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 100]</span><br ></p> -<p><a name="Love" id="Love"></a></p> +<p><a id="Love"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>LOVE.</h4> -<span class="i00">True Love is but a humble, low-born thing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And hath its food served up in earthen ware;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">True Love is but a humble, low-born thing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And hath its food served up in earthen ware;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand,</span><br > <span class="i0">Through the everydayness of this work-day -world,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Baring its tender feet to every roughness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet letting not one heart-beat go astray</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From Beauty's law of plainness and content.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A simple, fireside thing, whose quiet smile</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can warm earth's poorest hovel to a home;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, when our autumn cometh, as it must,</span><br /> +world,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Baring its tender feet to every roughness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet letting not one heart-beat go astray</span><br > +<span class="i0">From Beauty's law of plainness and content.</span><br > +<span class="i0">A simple, fireside thing, whose quiet smile</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can warm earth's poorest hovel to a home;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, when our autumn cometh, as it must,</span><br > <span class="i0">And life in the chill wind shivers bare and -leafless,</span><br /> +leafless,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shall still be blest with Indian-summer youth</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">In bleak November, and, with thankful heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As full of sunshine to our aged eyes</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">In bleak November, and, with thankful heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As full of sunshine to our aged eyes</span><br > <span class="i0">As when it nursed the blossoms of our spring.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Such is true Love, which steals into the -heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With feet as silent as the lightsome dawn</span><br /> +heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">With feet as silent as the lightsome dawn</span><br > <span class="i0">That kisses smooth the rough brows of the -dark,</span><br /> +dark,</span><br > <span class="i0">And hath its will through blissful -gentleness,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not like a rocket, which, with savage glare,</span><br /> +gentleness,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not like a rocket, which, with savage glare,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whirrs suddenly up, then bursts, and leaves the -night</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Painfully quivering on the dazèd eyes;</span><br /> +night</span><br > +<span class="i0">Painfully quivering on the dazèd eyes;</span><br > <span class="i0">A love that gives and takes, that seeth -faults,</span><br /> +faults,</span><br > <span class="i0">Not with flaw-seeking eyes like needle -points,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But loving-kindly ever looks them down</span><br /> +points,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But loving-kindly ever looks them down</span><br > <span class="i0">With the o'ercoming faith of meek -forgiveness;</span><br /> +forgiveness;</span><br > <span class="i0">A love that shall be new and fresh each hour,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">As is the golden mystery of sunset,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or the sweet coming of the evening star,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alike, and yet most unlike, every day,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">As is the golden mystery of sunset,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or the sweet coming of the evening star,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alike, and yet most unlike, every day,</span><br > <span class="i0">And seeming ever best and fairest <i>now</i>;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">A love that doth not kneel for what it seeks,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But faces Truth and Beauty as their peer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Showing its worthiness of noble thoughts</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By a clear sense of inward nobleness;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A love that in its object findeth not</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All grace and beauty, and enough to sate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its thirst of blessing, but, in all of good</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But faces Truth and Beauty as their peer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Showing its worthiness of noble thoughts</span><br > +<span class="i0">By a clear sense of inward nobleness;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A love that in its object findeth not</span><br > +<span class="i0">All grace and beauty, and enough to sate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its thirst of blessing, but, in all of good</span><br > <span class="i0">Found there, it sees but Heaven-granted types</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Of good and beauty in the soul of man,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 101]</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Of good and beauty in the soul of man,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 101]</span><br > <span class="i0">And traces, in the simplest heart that beats,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">A family-likeness to its chosen one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That claims of it the rights of brotherhood.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For love is blind but with the fleshly eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That so its inner sight may be more clear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And outward shows of beauty only so</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are needful at the first, as is a hand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To guide and to uphold an infant's steps:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">A family-likeness to its chosen one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That claims of it the rights of brotherhood.</span><br > +<span class="i0">For love is blind but with the fleshly eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That so its inner sight may be more clear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And outward shows of beauty only so</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are needful at the first, as is a hand</span><br > +<span class="i0">To guide and to uphold an infant's steps:</span><br > <span class="i0">Great spirits need them not: their earnest -look</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pierces the body's mask of thin disguise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And beauty ever is to them revealed,</span><br /> +look</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pierces the body's mask of thin disguise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And beauty ever is to them revealed,</span><br > <span class="i0">Behind the unshapeliest, meanest lump of -clay,</span><br /> +clay,</span><br > <span class="i0">With arms outstretched and eager face ablaze,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Yearning to be but understood and loved.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Yearning to be but understood and loved.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Perdita" id="Perdita"></a></p> +<p><a id="Perdita"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO PERDITA, SINGING.</h4> -<span class="i00">Thy voice is like a fountain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Leaping up in clear moonshine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Silver, silver, ever mounting,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Ever sinking,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Without thinking,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To that brimful heart of thine.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Every sad and happy feeling,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast had in bygone years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through thy lips come stealing, stealing,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Clear and low;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All thy smiles and all thy tears</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In thy voice awaken,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And sweetness, wove of joy and woe,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">From their teaching it hath taken</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Feeling and music move together,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like a swan and shadow ever</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Heaving on a sky-blue river</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In a day of cloudless weather.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">It hath caught a touch of sadness,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Yet it is not sad;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It hath tones of clearest gladness,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Yet it is not glad;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 102]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">A dim, sweet, twilight voice it is</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where to-day's accustomed blue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is over-grayed with memories,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With starry feelings quivered through.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thy voice is like a fountain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaping up in sunshine bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And I never weary counting</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its clear droppings, lone and single,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or when in one full gush they mingle,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shooting in melodious light.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thine is music such as yields</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Feelings of old brooks and fields,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, around this pent-up room,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sheds a woodland, free perfume;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">O, thus forever sing to me!</span><br /> -<span class="i6">O, thus forever!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thy voice is like a fountain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Leaping up in clear moonshine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Silver, silver, ever mounting,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Ever sinking,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Without thinking,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To that brimful heart of thine.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Every sad and happy feeling,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast had in bygone years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through thy lips come stealing, stealing,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Clear and low;</span><br > +<span class="i2">All thy smiles and all thy tears</span><br > +<span class="i4">In thy voice awaken,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And sweetness, wove of joy and woe,</span><br > +<span class="i6">From their teaching it hath taken</span><br > +<span class="i2">Feeling and music move together,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like a swan and shadow ever</span><br > +<span class="i2">Heaving on a sky-blue river</span><br > +<span class="i2">In a day of cloudless weather.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">It hath caught a touch of sadness,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Yet it is not sad;</span><br > +<span class="i2">It hath tones of clearest gladness,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Yet it is not glad;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 102]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">A dim, sweet, twilight voice it is</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where to-day's accustomed blue</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is over-grayed with memories,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With starry feelings quivered through.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thy voice is like a fountain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaping up in sunshine bright,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And I never weary counting</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its clear droppings, lone and single,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or when in one full gush they mingle,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shooting in melodious light.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thine is music such as yields</span><br > +<span class="i2">Feelings of old brooks and fields,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, around this pent-up room,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sheds a woodland, free perfume;</span><br > +<span class="i4">O, thus forever sing to me!</span><br > +<span class="i6">O, thus forever!</span><br > <span class="i0">The green, bright grass of childhood bring to -me,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flowing like an emerald river,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the bright blue skies above!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O, sing them back, as fresh as ever,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into the bosom of my love,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The sunshine and the merriment,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The unsought, evergreen content,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of that never cold time,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The joy, that, like a clear breeze, went</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Through and through the old time!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Peace sits within thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With white hands crossed in joyful rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">While, through thy lips and face, arise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The melodies from out thy breast;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">She sits and sings,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">With folded wings</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And white arms crost,</span><br /> -<span class="i4a">"Weep not for passed things,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">They are not lost:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The beauty which the summer time</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er thine opening spirit shed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The forest oracles sublime</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That filled thy soul with joyous dread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The scent of every smallest flower</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 103]</span><br /> +me,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flowing like an emerald river,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the bright blue skies above!</span><br > +<span class="i2">O, sing them back, as fresh as ever,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into the bosom of my love,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">The sunshine and the merriment,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The unsought, evergreen content,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of that never cold time,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The joy, that, like a clear breeze, went</span><br > +<span class="i4">Through and through the old time!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Peace sits within thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With white hands crossed in joyful rest,</span><br > +<span class="i2">While, through thy lips and face, arise</span><br > +<span class="i2">The melodies from out thy breast;</span><br > +<span class="i6">She sits and sings,</span><br > +<span class="i6">With folded wings</span><br > +<span class="i6">And white arms crost,</span><br > +<span class="i4a">"Weep not for passed things,</span><br > +<span class="i6">They are not lost:</span><br > +<span class="i2">The beauty which the summer time</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er thine opening spirit shed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The forest oracles sublime</span><br > +<span class="i2">That filled thy soul with joyous dread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The scent of every smallest flower</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 103]</span><br > <span class="i2">That made thy heart sweet for an hour,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Yea, every holy influence,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flowing to thee, thou knewest not whence,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In thine eyes to-day is seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fresh as it hath ever been;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Promptings of Nature, beckonings sweet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whatever led thy childish feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still will linger unawares</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The guiders of thy silver hairs;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Every look and every word</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which thou givest forth to-day,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Tell of the singing of the bird</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose music stilled thy boyish play."</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thy voice is like a fountain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Twinkling up in sharp starlight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When the moon behind the mountain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dims the low East with faintest white,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever darkling,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Ever sparkling,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We know not if 'tis dark or bright;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, when the great moon hath rolled round,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, sudden-slow, its solemn power</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Yea, every holy influence,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flowing to thee, thou knewest not whence,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In thine eyes to-day is seen,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fresh as it hath ever been;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Promptings of Nature, beckonings sweet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whatever led thy childish feet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still will linger unawares</span><br > +<span class="i2">The guiders of thy silver hairs;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Every look and every word</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which thou givest forth to-day,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Tell of the singing of the bird</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose music stilled thy boyish play."</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thy voice is like a fountain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Twinkling up in sharp starlight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When the moon behind the mountain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dims the low East with faintest white,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever darkling,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Ever sparkling,</span><br > +<span class="i2">We know not if 'tis dark or bright;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, when the great moon hath rolled round,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, sudden-slow, its solemn power</span><br > <span class="i0">Grows from behind its black, clear-edged -bound,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No spot of dark the fountain keepeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But, swift as opening eyelids, leapeth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into a waving silver flower.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +bound,</span><br > +<span class="i2">No spot of dark the fountain keepeth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But, swift as opening eyelids, leapeth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into a waving silver flower.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Moon" id="Moon"></a></p> +<p><a id="Moon"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE MOON.</h4> -<span class="i02">My soul was like the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Before the moon was made,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Moaning in vague immensity,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of its own strength afraid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unrestful and unstaid.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Through every rift it foamed in vain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">About its earthly prison,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seeking some unknown thing in pain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sinking restless back again,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For yet no moon had risen:</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 104]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Its only voice a vast dumb moan,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of utterless anguish speaking,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It lay unhopefully alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And lived but in an aimless seeking.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So was my soul; but when'twas full</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of unrest to o'erloading,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A voice of something beautiful</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whispered a dim foreboding,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet so soft, so sweet, so low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It had not more of joy than woe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, as the sea doth oft lie still,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Making its waters meet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if by an unconscious will,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For the moon's silver feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So lay my soul within mine eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When thou, its guardian moon, didst rise.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now, howe'er its waves above</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May toss and seem uneaseful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One strong, eternal law of Love,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With guidance sure and peaceful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As calm and natural as breath,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">My soul was like the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Before the moon was made,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Moaning in vague immensity,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of its own strength afraid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unrestful and unstaid.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Through every rift it foamed in vain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">About its earthly prison,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seeking some unknown thing in pain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sinking restless back again,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For yet no moon had risen:</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 104]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Its only voice a vast dumb moan,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of utterless anguish speaking,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It lay unhopefully alone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And lived but in an aimless seeking.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So was my soul; but when'twas full</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of unrest to o'erloading,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A voice of something beautiful</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whispered a dim foreboding,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet so soft, so sweet, so low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It had not more of joy than woe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, as the sea doth oft lie still,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Making its waters meet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if by an unconscious will,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For the moon's silver feet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So lay my soul within mine eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">When thou, its guardian moon, didst rise.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now, howe'er its waves above</span><br > +<span class="i2">May toss and seem uneaseful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One strong, eternal law of Love,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With guidance sure and peaceful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As calm and natural as breath,</span><br > <span class="i0">Moves its great deeps through life and death.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> -<p><a name="Remembered" id="Remembered"></a></p> +<p><a id="Remembered"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>REMEMBERED MUSIC.</h4> <h4 class="smaller">A FRAGMENT.</h4> -<span class="i00">Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of bisons the far prairie shaking,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The notes crowd heavily and fast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As surfs, one plunging while the last</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of bisons the far prairie shaking,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The notes crowd heavily and fast</span><br > +<span class="i0">As surfs, one plunging while the last</span><br > +<span class="i2">Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Or in low murmurs they began,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rising and rising momently,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As o'er a harp Æolian</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A fitful breeze, until they ran</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Up to a sudden ecstasy.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Or in low murmurs they began,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rising and rising momently,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As o'er a harp Æolian</span><br > +<span class="i0">A fitful breeze, until they ran</span><br > +<span class="i2">Up to a sudden ecstasy.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And then, like minute drops of rain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ringing in water silvery,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And then, like minute drops of rain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ringing in water silvery,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 105]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 105]</span><br > -<span class="i0">They lingering dropped and dropped again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till it was almost like a pain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To listen when the next would be.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">They lingering dropped and dropped again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till it was almost like a pain</span><br > +<span class="i2">To listen when the next would be.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song5" id="Song5"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song5"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONG.</h4> <h4 class="smaller">TO M. L.</h4> -<span class="i00">A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A lily-bud not opened quite,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That hourly grew more pure and white,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A lily-bud not opened quite,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That hourly grew more pure and white,</span><br > <span class="i0">By morning, and noontide, and evening nursed:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">In all of nature thou hadst thy share;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Thou wast waited on</span><br /> -<span class="i4">By the wind and sun;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The rain and the dew for thee took care;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It seemed thou never couldst be more fair.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A lily-bud; but O, how strange,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How full of wonder was the change,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">In all of nature thou hadst thy share;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Thou wast waited on</span><br > +<span class="i4">By the wind and sun;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The rain and the dew for thee took care;</span><br > +<span class="i2">It seemed thou never couldst be more fair.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A lily-bud; but O, how strange,</span><br > +<span class="i2">How full of wonder was the change,</span><br > <span class="i0">When, ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom -burst!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How did the tears to my glad eyes start,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">When the woman-flower</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Reached its blossoming hour,</span><br /> +burst!</span><br > +<span class="i2">How did the tears to my glad eyes start,</span><br > +<span class="i4">When the woman-flower</span><br > +<span class="i4">Reached its blossoming hour,</span><br > <span class="i0">And I saw the warm deeps of thy golden heart!</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i00">Glad death may pluck thee, but never before</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The gold dust of thy bloom divine</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath dropped from thy heart into mine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To quicken its faint germs of heavenly lore;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Glad death may pluck thee, but never before</span><br > +<span class="i2">The gold dust of thy bloom divine</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath dropped from thy heart into mine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To quicken its faint germs of heavenly lore;</span><br > <span class="i2">For no breeze comes nigh thee but carries -away</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Some impulses bright</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of fragrance and light,</span><br /> +away</span><br > +<span class="i4">Some impulses bright</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of fragrance and light,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which fall upon souls that are lone and -astray,</span><br /> +astray,</span><br > <span class="i0">To plant fruitful hopes of the flower of day.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> -<p><a name="Allegra" id="Allegra"></a></p> +<p><a id="Allegra"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ALLEGRA.</h4> -<span class="i00">I would more natures were like thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That never casts a glance before,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So lavishly to all dost pour,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 106]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">That we who drink forget to pine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And can but dream of bliss in store.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou canst not see a shade in life;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With sunward instinct thou dost rise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, leaving clouds below at strife,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gazest undazzled at the skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With all their blazing splendors rife,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A songful lark with eagle's eyes.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some influence more gay than ours</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath ruled thy nature from its birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if thy natal stars were flowers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That shook their seeds round thee on earth.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And thou, to lull thine infant rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wast cradled like an Indian child;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All pleasant winds from south and west</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With lullabies thine ears beguiled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thine every fancy seems to borrow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A sunlight from thy childish years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Making a golden cloud of sorrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy heart is certain of to-morrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Though 'yond to-day it never peers.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I would more natures were like thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So innocently wild and free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose sad thoughts, even, leap and shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like sunny wavelets in the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Making us mindless of the brine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In gazing on the brilliancy.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I would more natures were like thine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That never casts a glance before,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine</span><br > +<span class="i2">So lavishly to all dost pour,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 106]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">That we who drink forget to pine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And can but dream of bliss in store.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou canst not see a shade in life;</span><br > +<span class="i2">With sunward instinct thou dost rise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, leaving clouds below at strife,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gazest undazzled at the skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With all their blazing splendors rife,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A songful lark with eagle's eyes.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some influence more gay than ours</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath ruled thy nature from its birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if thy natal stars were flowers</span><br > +<span class="i2">That shook their seeds round thee on earth.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And thou, to lull thine infant rest,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wast cradled like an Indian child;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All pleasant winds from south and west</span><br > +<span class="i2">With lullabies thine ears beguiled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thine every fancy seems to borrow</span><br > +<span class="i2">A sunlight from thy childish years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Making a golden cloud of sorrow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy heart is certain of to-morrow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Though 'yond to-day it never peers.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I would more natures were like thine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">So innocently wild and free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose sad thoughts, even, leap and shine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like sunny wavelets in the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Making us mindless of the brine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In gazing on the brilliancy.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Fountain" id="Fountain"></a></p> +<p><a id="Fountain"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE FOUNTAIN.</h4> -<span class="i00">Into the sunshine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Full of the light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaping and flashing</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From morn till night!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 107]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Into the moonlight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whiter than snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Waving so flower-like</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When the winds blow!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Into the starlight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rushing in spray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Happy at midnight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Happy by day!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ever in motion,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Blithesome and cheery.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still climbing heavenward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Never aweary;—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Glad of all weathers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still seeming best,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upward or downward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Motion thy rest;—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Full of a nature</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nothing can tame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Changed every moment,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ever the same;—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ceaseless aspiring,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ceaseless content,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Darkness or sunshine</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy element;—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Glorious fountain!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Let my heart be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fresh, changeful, constant,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Upward, like thee!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Into the sunshine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Full of the light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaping and flashing</span><br > +<span class="i2">From morn till night!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 107]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Into the moonlight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whiter than snow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Waving so flower-like</span><br > +<span class="i2">When the winds blow!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Into the starlight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rushing in spray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Happy at midnight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Happy by day!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ever in motion,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Blithesome and cheery.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still climbing heavenward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Never aweary;—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Glad of all weathers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still seeming best,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upward or downward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Motion thy rest;—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Full of a nature</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nothing can tame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Changed every moment,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ever the same;—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ceaseless aspiring,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ceaseless content,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Darkness or sunshine</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy element;—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Glorious fountain!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Let my heart be</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fresh, changeful, constant,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Upward, like thee!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Ode1" id="Ode1"></a></p> +<p><a id="Ode1"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ODE.</h4> @@ -6829,636 +6814,636 @@ astray,</span><br /> <h5>I.</h5> <span class="i00">In the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">The Poet's song with blood-warm truth was -rife;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He saw the mysteries which circle under</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The outward shell and skin of daily life.</span><br /> +rife;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He saw the mysteries which circle under</span><br > +<span class="i2">The outward shell and skin of daily life.</span><br > <span class="i0">Nothing to him were fleeting time and -fashion,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 108]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His soul was led by the eternal law;</span><br /> +fashion,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 108]</span><br > +<span class="i2">His soul was led by the eternal law;</span><br > <span class="i0">There was in him no hope of fame, no passion,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">But, with calm, god-like eyes, he only saw.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He did not sigh o'er heroes dead and buried,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Chief-mourner at the Golden Age's hearse,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">But, with calm, god-like eyes, he only saw.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He did not sigh o'er heroes dead and buried,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Chief-mourner at the Golden Age's hearse,</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor deem that souls whom Charon grim had -ferried</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Alone were fitting themes of epic verse:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He could believe the promise of to-morrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And feel the wondrous meaning of to-day;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He had a deeper faith in holy sorrow</span><br /> +ferried</span><br > +<span class="i2">Alone were fitting themes of epic verse:</span><br > +<span class="i0">He could believe the promise of to-morrow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And feel the wondrous meaning of to-day;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He had a deeper faith in holy sorrow</span><br > <span class="i2">Than the world's seeming loss could take -away.</span><br /> +away.</span><br > <span class="i0">To know the heart of all things was his duty,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">All things did sing to him to make him wise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, with a sorrowful and conquering beauty,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">All things did sing to him to make him wise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, with a sorrowful and conquering beauty,</span><br > <span class="i2">The soul of all looked grandly from his eyes.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">He gazed on all within him and without him,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">He gazed on all within him and without him,</span><br > <span class="i2">He watched the flowing of Time's steady tide,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And shapes of glory floated all about him</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And whispered to him, and he prophesied.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than all men he more fearless was and freer,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And shapes of glory floated all about him</span><br > +<span class="i2">And whispered to him, and he prophesied.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than all men he more fearless was and freer,</span><br > <span class="i2">And all his brethren cried with one -accord,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Behold the holy man! Behold the Seer!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Him who hath spoken with the unseen Lord!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He to his heart with large embrace had taken</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The universal sorrow of mankind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, from that root, a shelter never shaken,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The tree of wisdom grew with sturdy rind.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He could interpret well the wondrous voices</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which to the calm and silent spirit come;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He knew that the One Soul no more rejoices</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the star's anthem than the insect's hum.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He in his heart was ever meek and humble,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet with kingly pomp his numbers ran,</span><br /> +accord,—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Behold the holy man! Behold the Seer!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Him who hath spoken with the unseen Lord!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">He to his heart with large embrace had taken</span><br > +<span class="i2">The universal sorrow of mankind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, from that root, a shelter never shaken,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The tree of wisdom grew with sturdy rind.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He could interpret well the wondrous voices</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which to the calm and silent spirit come;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He knew that the One Soul no more rejoices</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the star's anthem than the insect's hum.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He in his heart was ever meek and humble,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet with kingly pomp his numbers ran,</span><br > <span class="i0">As he foresaw how all things false should -crumble</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Before the free, uplifted soul of man:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when he was made full to overflowing</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With all the loveliness of heaven and earth,</span><br /> +crumble</span><br > +<span class="i2">Before the free, uplifted soul of man:</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when he was made full to overflowing</span><br > +<span class="i2">With all the loveliness of heaven and earth,</span><br > <span class="i0">Out rushed his song, like molten iron -glowing,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To show God sitting by the humblest hearth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With calmest courage he was ever ready</span><br /> +glowing,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To show God sitting by the humblest hearth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">With calmest courage he was ever ready</span><br > <span class="i2">To teach that action was the truth of -thought,</span><br /> +thought,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, with strong arm and purpose firm and -steady,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An anchor for the drifting world he wrought.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 109]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So did he make the meanest man partaker</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of all his brother-gods unto him gave;</span><br /> +steady,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An anchor for the drifting world he wrought.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 109]</span><br > +<span class="i0">So did he make the meanest man partaker</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of all his brother-gods unto him gave;</span><br > <span class="i0">All souls did reverence him and name him -Maker,</span><br /> +Maker,</span><br > <span class="i2">And when he died heaped temples on his grave.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And still his deathless words of light are -swimming</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Serene throughout the great, deep infinite</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of human soul, unwaning and undimming,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To cheer and guide the mariner at night.</span><br /> +swimming</span><br > +<span class="i2">Serene throughout the great, deep infinite</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of human soul, unwaning and undimming,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To cheer and guide the mariner at night.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">But now the Poet is an empty rhymer</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who lies with idle elbow on the grass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And fits his singing, like a cunning timer,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">But now the Poet is an empty rhymer</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who lies with idle elbow on the grass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And fits his singing, like a cunning timer,</span><br > <span class="i2">To all men's prides and fancies as they pass.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Not his the song, which, in its metre holy,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Chimes with the music of the eternal stars,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Humbling the tyrant, lifting up the lowly,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Not his the song, which, in its metre holy,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Chimes with the music of the eternal stars,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Humbling the tyrant, lifting up the lowly,</span><br > <span class="i2">And sending sun through the soul's -prison-bars.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Maker no more,—O, no! unmaker rather,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For he unmakes who doth not all put forth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The power given by our loving Father</span><br /> +prison-bars.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Maker no more,—O, no! unmaker rather,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For he unmakes who doth not all put forth</span><br > +<span class="i0">The power given by our loving Father</span><br > <span class="i2">To show the body's dross, the spirit's worth.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Awake! great spirit of the ages olden!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shiver the mists that hide thy starry lyre,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And let man's soul be yet again beholden</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To thee for wings to soar to her desire.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, prophesy no more to-morrow's splendor,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Awake! great spirit of the ages olden!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shiver the mists that hide thy starry lyre,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And let man's soul be yet again beholden</span><br > +<span class="i2">To thee for wings to soar to her desire.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, prophesy no more to-morrow's splendor,</span><br > <span class="i2">Be no more shame-faced to speak out for -Truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lay on her altar all the gushings tender,</span><br /> +Truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lay on her altar all the gushings tender,</span><br > <span class="i2">The hope, the fire, the loving faith of -youth!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, prophesy no more the Maker's coming,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the dim void, like to the awful humming</span><br /> +youth!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, prophesy no more the Maker's coming,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the dim void, like to the awful humming</span><br > <span class="i2">Of the great wings of some new-lighted -sphere.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, prophesy no more, but be the Poet!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This longing was but granted unto thee</span><br /> +sphere.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, prophesy no more, but be the Poet!</span><br > +<span class="i2">This longing was but granted unto thee</span><br > <span class="i0">That, when all beauty thou couldst feel and know -it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That beauty in its highest thou couldst be.</span><br /> +it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That beauty in its highest thou couldst be.</span><br > <span class="i0">O, thou who moanest tost with sea-like -longings,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who dimly hearest voices call on thee,</span><br /> +longings,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who dimly hearest voices call on thee,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose soul is overfilled with mighty -throngings</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of love, and fear, and glorious agony,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 110]</span><br /> +throngings</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of love, and fear, and glorious agony,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 110]</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou of the toil-strung hands and iron sinews</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And soul by Mother-Earth with freedom fed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In whom the hero-spirit yet continues,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The old free nature is not chained or dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Arouse! let thy soul break in music-thunder,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Let loose the ocean that is in thee pent,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And soul by Mother-Earth with freedom fed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In whom the hero-spirit yet continues,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The old free nature is not chained or dead,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Arouse! let thy soul break in music-thunder,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Let loose the ocean that is in thee pent,</span><br > <span class="i0">Pour forth thy hope, thy fear, thy love, thy -wonder</span><br /> +wonder</span><br > <span class="i2">And tell the age what all its signs have -meant,</span><br /> +meant,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where'er thy wildered crowd of brethren -jostles,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where'er there lingers but a shade of wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There still is need of martyrs and apostles,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There still are texts for never-dying song:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From age to age man's still aspiring spirit</span><br /> +jostles,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where'er there lingers but a shade of wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There still is need of martyrs and apostles,</span><br > +<span class="i2">There still are texts for never-dying song:</span><br > +<span class="i0">From age to age man's still aspiring spirit</span><br > <span class="i2">Finds wider scope and sees with clearer eyes,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And thou in larger measure dost inherit</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And thou in larger measure dost inherit</span><br > <span class="i2">What made thy great forerunners free and -wise.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sit thou enthroned where the Poet's mountain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Above the thunder lifts its silent peak,</span><br /> +wise.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sit thou enthroned where the Poet's mountain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Above the thunder lifts its silent peak,</span><br > <span class="i0">And roll thy songs down like a gathering -fountain,</span><br /> +fountain,</span><br > <span class="i2">That all may drink and find the rest they -seek.</span><br /> +seek.</span><br > <span class="i0">Sing! there shall silence grow in earth and -heaven,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A silence of deep awe and wondering;</span><br /> +heaven,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A silence of deep awe and wondering;</span><br > <span class="i0">For, listening gladly, bend the angels, even,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">To hear a mortal like an angel sing.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">To hear a mortal like an angel sing.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">Among the toil-worn poor my soul is seeking</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For one to bring the Maker's name to light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be the voice of that almighty speaking</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which every age demands to do it right.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Proprieties our silken bards environ;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He who would be the tongue of this wide land</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Among the toil-worn poor my soul is seeking</span><br > +<span class="i2">For one to bring the Maker's name to light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be the voice of that almighty speaking</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which every age demands to do it right.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Proprieties our silken bards environ;</span><br > +<span class="i2">He who would be the tongue of this wide land</span><br > <span class="i0">Must string his harp with chords of sturdy -iron</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And strike it with a toil-embrownèd hand;</span><br /> +iron</span><br > +<span class="i2">And strike it with a toil-embrownèd hand;</span><br > <span class="i0">One who hath dwelt with Nature well-attended,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Whose soul with all her countless lives hath -blended,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So that all beauty awes us in his looks;</span><br /> +blended,</span><br > +<span class="i2">So that all beauty awes us in his looks;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who not with body's waste his soul hath -pampered,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who as the clear northwestern wind is free,</span><br /> +pampered,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who as the clear northwestern wind is free,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who walks with Form's observances unhampered,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And follows the One Will obediently;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 111]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose eyes, like windows on a breezy summit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Control a lovely prospect every way;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And follows the One Will obediently;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 111]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose eyes, like windows on a breezy summit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Control a lovely prospect every way;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who doth not sound God's sea with earthly -plummet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And find a bottom still of worthless clay;</span><br /> +plummet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And find a bottom still of worthless clay;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who heeds not how the lower gusts are -working,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Knowing that one sure wind blows on above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sees, beneath the foulest faces lurking,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One God-built shrine of reverence and love;</span><br /> +working,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Knowing that one sure wind blows on above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sees, beneath the foulest faces lurking,</span><br > +<span class="i2">One God-built shrine of reverence and love;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who sees all stars that wheel their shining -marches</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Around the centre fixed of Destiny,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the encircling soul serene o'erarches</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The moving globe of being like a sky;</span><br /> +marches</span><br > +<span class="i2">Around the centre fixed of Destiny,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the encircling soul serene o'erarches</span><br > +<span class="i2">The moving globe of being like a sky;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who feels that God and Heaven's great deeps are -nearer</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Him to whose heart his fellow-man is nigh,</span><br /> +nearer</span><br > +<span class="i2">Him to whose heart his fellow-man is nigh,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who doth not hold his soul's own freedom -dearer</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than that of all his brethren, low or high;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who to the Right can feel himself the truer</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For being gently patient with the wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who sees a brother in the evil-doer,</span><br /> +dearer</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than that of all his brethren, low or high;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who to the Right can feel himself the truer</span><br > +<span class="i2">For being gently patient with the wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who sees a brother in the evil-doer,</span><br > <span class="i2">And finds in Love the heart's-blood of his -song;—</span><br /> +song;—</span><br > <span class="i0">This, this is he for whom the world is -waiting</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To sing the beatings of its mighty heart,</span><br /> +waiting</span><br > +<span class="i2">To sing the beatings of its mighty heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">Too long hath it been patient with the -grating</span><br /> +grating</span><br > <span class="i2">Of scrannel-pipes, and heard it misnamed Art.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To him the smiling soul of man shall listen,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Laying awhile its crown of thorns aside,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And once again in every eye shall glisten</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The glory of a nature satisfied.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">To him the smiling soul of man shall listen,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Laying awhile its crown of thorns aside,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And once again in every eye shall glisten</span><br > +<span class="i2">The glory of a nature satisfied.</span><br > <span class="i0">His verse shall have a great, commanding -motion,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Heaving and swelling with a melody</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Learnt of the sky, the river, and the ocean,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And all the pure, majestic things that be.</span><br /> +motion,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Heaving and swelling with a melody</span><br > +<span class="i0">Learnt of the sky, the river, and the ocean,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And all the pure, majestic things that be.</span><br > <span class="i0">Awake, then, thou! we pine for thy great -presence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To make us feel the soul once more sublime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We are of far too infinite an essence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To rest contented with the lies of Time.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Speak out! and, lo! a hush of deepest wonder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shall sink o'er all this many-voicèd scene,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As when a sudden burst of rattling thunder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shatters the blueness of a sky serene.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +presence</span><br > +<span class="i2">To make us feel the soul once more sublime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We are of far too infinite an essence</span><br > +<span class="i2">To rest contented with the lies of Time.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Speak out! and, lo! a hush of deepest wonder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shall sink o'er all this many-voicèd scene,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As when a sudden burst of rattling thunder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shatters the blueness of a sky serene.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Fatherland" id="Fatherland"></a></p> +<p><a id="Fatherland"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 112]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 112]</span><br > <h4>THE FATHERLAND.</h4> -<span class="i00">Where is the true man's fatherland?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is it where he by chance is born?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Doth not the yearning spirit scorn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In such scant borders to be spanned?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, yes! his fatherland must be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the blue heaven wide and free!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Is it alone where freedom is,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where God is God and man is man?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Doth he not claim a broader span</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the soul's love of home than this?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, yes! his fatherland must be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the blue heaven wide and free!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Where'er a human heart doth wear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Joy's myrtle-wreath or sorrow's gyves,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where'er a human spirit strives</span><br /> -<span class="i0">After a life more true and fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is the true man's birthplace grand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His is a world-wide fatherland!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Where'er a single slave doth pine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where'er one man may help another,—</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Where is the true man's fatherland?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is it where he by chance is born?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Doth not the yearning spirit scorn</span><br > +<span class="i0">In such scant borders to be spanned?</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, yes! his fatherland must be</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the blue heaven wide and free!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Is it alone where freedom is,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where God is God and man is man?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Doth he not claim a broader span</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the soul's love of home than this?</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, yes! his fatherland must be</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the blue heaven wide and free!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Where'er a human heart doth wear</span><br > +<span class="i2">Joy's myrtle-wreath or sorrow's gyves,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where'er a human spirit strives</span><br > +<span class="i0">After a life more true and fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is the true man's birthplace grand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His is a world-wide fatherland!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Where'er a single slave doth pine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where'er one man may help another,—</span><br > <span class="i2">Thank God for such a birthright, -brother,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That spot of earth is thine and mine!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is the true man's birthplace grand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His is a world-wide fatherland!</span><br /> +brother,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">That spot of earth is thine and mine!</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is the true man's birthplace grand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His is a world-wide fatherland!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Forlorn" id="Forlorn"></a></p> +<p><a id="Forlorn"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE FORLORN.</h4> -<span class="i00">The night is dark, the stinging sleet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Swept by the bitter gusts of air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drives whistling down the lonely street,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And stiffens on the pavement bare.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The street-lamps flare and struggle dim</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the white sleet-clouds as they pass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, governed by a boisterous whim,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Drop down and rattle on the glass.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 113]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">One poor, heart-broken, outcast girl</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Faces the east-wind's searching flaws,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, as about her heart they whirl,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her tattered cloak more tightly draws.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The flat brick walls look cold and bleak,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her bare feet to the sidewalk freeze;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet dares she not a shelter seek,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Though faint with hunger and disease.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The sharp storm cuts her forehead bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, piercing through her garments thin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beats on her shrunken breast, and there</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Makes colder the cold heart within.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">She lingers where a ruddy glow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Streams outward through an open shutter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Adding more bitterness to woe,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More loneness to desertion utter.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">One half the cold she had not felt,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Until she saw this gush of light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spread warmly forth, and seem to melt</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its slow way through the deadening night.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">She hears a woman's voice within,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Singing sweet words her childhood knew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And years of misery and sin</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Furl off, and leave her heaven blue.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Her freezing heart, like one who sinks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Outwearied in the drifting snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drowses to deadly sleep and thinks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No longer of its hopeless woe:</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Old fields, and clear blue summer days,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Old meadows, green with grass and trees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That shimmer through the trembling haze</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And whiten in the western breeze,—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Old faces,—all the friendly past</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rises within her heart again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sunshine from her childhood cast</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Makes summer of the icy rain.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 114]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Enhaloed by a mild, warm glow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From all humanity apart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She hears old footsteps wandering slow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the lone chambers of her heart.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Outside the porch before the door,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her cheek upon the cold, hard stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She lies, no longer foul and poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No longer dreary and alone.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Next morning something heavily</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Against the opening door did weigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And there, from sin and sorrow free,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A woman on the threshold lay.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A smile upon the wan lips told</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That she had found a calm release,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that, from out the want and cold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The song had borne her soul in peace.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">For, whom the heart of man shuts out,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sometimes the heart of God takes in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And fences them all round about</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With silence mid the world's loud din;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And one of his great charities</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is Music, and it doth not scorn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To close the lids upon the eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of the polluted and forlorn;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Far was she from her childhood's home,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Farther in guilt had wandered thence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet thither it had bid her come</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To die in maiden innocence.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The night is dark, the stinging sleet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Swept by the bitter gusts of air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drives whistling down the lonely street,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And stiffens on the pavement bare.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The street-lamps flare and struggle dim</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the white sleet-clouds as they pass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, governed by a boisterous whim,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Drop down and rattle on the glass.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 113]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">One poor, heart-broken, outcast girl</span><br > +<span class="i2">Faces the east-wind's searching flaws,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, as about her heart they whirl,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her tattered cloak more tightly draws.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The flat brick walls look cold and bleak,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her bare feet to the sidewalk freeze;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet dares she not a shelter seek,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Though faint with hunger and disease.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The sharp storm cuts her forehead bare,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, piercing through her garments thin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beats on her shrunken breast, and there</span><br > +<span class="i2">Makes colder the cold heart within.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">She lingers where a ruddy glow</span><br > +<span class="i2">Streams outward through an open shutter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Adding more bitterness to woe,</span><br > +<span class="i2">More loneness to desertion utter.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">One half the cold she had not felt,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Until she saw this gush of light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spread warmly forth, and seem to melt</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its slow way through the deadening night.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">She hears a woman's voice within,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Singing sweet words her childhood knew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And years of misery and sin</span><br > +<span class="i2">Furl off, and leave her heaven blue.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Her freezing heart, like one who sinks</span><br > +<span class="i2">Outwearied in the drifting snow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drowses to deadly sleep and thinks</span><br > +<span class="i2">No longer of its hopeless woe:</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Old fields, and clear blue summer days,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Old meadows, green with grass and trees</span><br > +<span class="i0">That shimmer through the trembling haze</span><br > +<span class="i2">And whiten in the western breeze,—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Old faces,—all the friendly past</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rises within her heart again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sunshine from her childhood cast</span><br > +<span class="i2">Makes summer of the icy rain.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 114]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Enhaloed by a mild, warm glow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From all humanity apart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She hears old footsteps wandering slow</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the lone chambers of her heart.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Outside the porch before the door,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her cheek upon the cold, hard stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She lies, no longer foul and poor,</span><br > +<span class="i2">No longer dreary and alone.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Next morning something heavily</span><br > +<span class="i2">Against the opening door did weigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And there, from sin and sorrow free,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A woman on the threshold lay.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A smile upon the wan lips told</span><br > +<span class="i2">That she had found a calm release,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that, from out the want and cold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The song had borne her soul in peace.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">For, whom the heart of man shuts out,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sometimes the heart of God takes in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And fences them all round about</span><br > +<span class="i2">With silence mid the world's loud din;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And one of his great charities</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is Music, and it doth not scorn</span><br > +<span class="i0">To close the lids upon the eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of the polluted and forlorn;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Far was she from her childhood's home,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Farther in guilt had wandered thence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet thither it had bid her come</span><br > +<span class="i2">To die in maiden innocence.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Midnight" id="Midnight"></a></p> +<p><a id="Midnight"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>MIDNIGHT.</h4> -<span class="i00">The moon shines white and silent</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On the mist, which, like a tide</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of some enchanted ocean,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er the wide marsh doth glide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spreading its ghost-like billows</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Silently far and wide.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 115]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A vague and starry magic</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Makes all things mysteries,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lures the earth's dumb spirit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Up to the longing skies,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I seem to hear dim whispers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And tremulous replies.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The fireflies o'er the meadow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In pulses come and go;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The elm-trees' heavy shadow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Weighs on the grass below;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And faintly from the distance</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The dreaming cock doth crow.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">All things look strange and mystic,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The very bushes swell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And take wild shapes and motions,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As if beneath a spell,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They seem not the same lilacs</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From childhood known so well.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The snow of deepest silence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er everything doth fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So beautiful and quiet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet so like a pall,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if all life were ended,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And rest were come to all.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O wild and wondrous midnight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There is a might in thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make the charmèd body</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Almost like spirit be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And give it some faint glimpses</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of immortality!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The moon shines white and silent</span><br > +<span class="i2">On the mist, which, like a tide</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of some enchanted ocean,</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er the wide marsh doth glide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spreading its ghost-like billows</span><br > +<span class="i2">Silently far and wide.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 115]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A vague and starry magic</span><br > +<span class="i2">Makes all things mysteries,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lures the earth's dumb spirit</span><br > +<span class="i2">Up to the longing skies,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">I seem to hear dim whispers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And tremulous replies.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The fireflies o'er the meadow</span><br > +<span class="i2">In pulses come and go;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The elm-trees' heavy shadow</span><br > +<span class="i2">Weighs on the grass below;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And faintly from the distance</span><br > +<span class="i2">The dreaming cock doth crow.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">All things look strange and mystic,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The very bushes swell</span><br > +<span class="i0">And take wild shapes and motions,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As if beneath a spell,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">They seem not the same lilacs</span><br > +<span class="i2">From childhood known so well.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The snow of deepest silence</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er everything doth fall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So beautiful and quiet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet so like a pall,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if all life were ended,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And rest were come to all.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O wild and wondrous midnight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">There is a might in thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make the charmèd body</span><br > +<span class="i2">Almost like spirit be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And give it some faint glimpses</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of immortality!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Prayer" id="Prayer"></a></p> +<p><a id="Prayer"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A PRAYER.</h4> -<span class="i00">God! do not let my loved one die,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But rather wait until the time</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That I am grown in purity</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Enough to enter thy pure clime</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then take me, I will gladly go,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So that my love remain below!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 116]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, let her stay! She is by birth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">What I through death must learn to be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We need her more on our poor earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than thou canst need in heaven with thee;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She hath her wings already, I</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must burst this earth-shell ere I fly.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then, God, take me! We shall be near,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More near than ever, each to each:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her angel ears will find more clear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My heavenly than my earthly speech;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And still, as I draw nigh to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her soul and mine shall closer be.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">God! do not let my loved one die,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But rather wait until the time</span><br > +<span class="i0">That I am grown in purity</span><br > +<span class="i2">Enough to enter thy pure clime</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then take me, I will gladly go,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So that my love remain below!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 116]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, let her stay! She is by birth</span><br > +<span class="i2">What I through death must learn to be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We need her more on our poor earth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than thou canst need in heaven with thee;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She hath her wings already, I</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must burst this earth-shell ere I fly.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then, God, take me! We shall be near,</span><br > +<span class="i2">More near than ever, each to each:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her angel ears will find more clear</span><br > +<span class="i2">My heavenly than my earthly speech;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And still, as I draw nigh to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her soul and mine shall closer be.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Heritage" id="Heritage"></a></p> +<p><a id="Heritage"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE HERITAGE.</h4> -<span class="i00">The rich man's son inherits lands,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And piles of brick, and stone, and gold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he inherits soft white hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And tender flesh that fears the cold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor dares to wear a garment old;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The rich man's son inherits cares;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The bank may break, the factory burn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A breath may burst his bubble shares,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And soft white hands could hardly earn</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A living that would serve his turn;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The rich man's son inherits wants,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His stomach craves for dainty fare;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With sated heart, he hears the pants</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And wearies in his easy chair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Stout muscles and a sinewy heart,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 117]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">A hardy frame, a hardier spirit;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">King of two hands, he does his part</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In every useful toil and art;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A king might wish to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A rank adjudged by toil-won merit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Content that from employment springs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A heart that in his labor sings;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A king might wish to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A patience learned of being poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A fellow-feeling that is sure</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To make the outcast bless his door;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A king might wish to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, rich man's son! there is a toil,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That with all others level stands;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Large charity doth never soil,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But only whiten, soft white hands,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This is the best crop from thy lands;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Worth being rich to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, poor man's son! scorn not thy state;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There is worse weariness than thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In merely being rich and great;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Toil only gives the soul to shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And makes rest fragrant and benign,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Worth being poor to hold in fee.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Both, heirs to some six feet of sod,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are equal in the earth at last;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Both, children of the same dear God,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Prove title to your heirship vast</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By record of a well-filled past;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Well worth a life to hold in fee.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The rich man's son inherits lands,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And piles of brick, and stone, and gold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he inherits soft white hands,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And tender flesh that fears the cold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor dares to wear a garment old;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The rich man's son inherits cares;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The bank may break, the factory burn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A breath may burst his bubble shares,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And soft white hands could hardly earn</span><br > +<span class="i2">A living that would serve his turn;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The rich man's son inherits wants,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His stomach craves for dainty fare;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With sated heart, he hears the pants</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And wearies in his easy chair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One scarce would wish to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Stout muscles and a sinewy heart,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 117]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">A hardy frame, a hardier spirit;</span><br > +<span class="i2">King of two hands, he does his part</span><br > +<span class="i2">In every useful toil and art;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A king might wish to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A rank adjudged by toil-won merit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Content that from employment springs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A heart that in his labor sings;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A king might wish to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">What doth the poor man's son inherit?</span><br > +<span class="i2">A patience learned of being poor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A fellow-feeling that is sure</span><br > +<span class="i2">To make the outcast bless his door;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A king might wish to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, rich man's son! there is a toil,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That with all others level stands;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Large charity doth never soil,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But only whiten, soft white hands,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">This is the best crop from thy lands;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Worth being rich to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, poor man's son! scorn not thy state;</span><br > +<span class="i2">There is worse weariness than thine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In merely being rich and great;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Toil only gives the soul to shine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And makes rest fragrant and benign,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Worth being poor to hold in fee.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Both, heirs to some six feet of sod,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are equal in the earth at last;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Both, children of the same dear God,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Prove title to your heirship vast</span><br > +<span class="i2">By record of a well-filled past;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A heritage, it seems to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Well worth a life to hold in fee.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Ballad" id="Ballad"></a></p> +<p><a id="Ballad"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 118]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 118]</span><br > <h4>THE ROSE: A BALLAD.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">In his tower sat the poet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gazing on the roaring sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Take this rose," he sighed, "and throw it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where there's none that loveth me.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On the rock the billow bursteth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sinks back into the seas,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But in vain my spirit thirsteth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So to burst and be at ease.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Take, O, sea! the tender blossom</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That hath lain against my breast;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On thy black and angry bosom</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It will find a surer rest.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Life is vain, and love is hollow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ugly death stands there behind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hate and scorn and hunger follow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Him that toileth for his kind."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forth into the night he hurled it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And with bitter smile did mark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How the surly tempest whirled it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Swift into the hungry dark.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Foam and spray drive back to leeward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the gale, with dreary moan,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drifts the helpless blossom seaward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the breakers all alone.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">In his tower sat the poet</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gazing on the roaring sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Take this rose," he sighed, "and throw it</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where there's none that loveth me.</span><br > +<span class="i0">On the rock the billow bursteth</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sinks back into the seas,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But in vain my spirit thirsteth</span><br > +<span class="i2">So to burst and be at ease.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Take, O, sea! the tender blossom</span><br > +<span class="i2">That hath lain against my breast;</span><br > +<span class="i0">On thy black and angry bosom</span><br > +<span class="i2">It will find a surer rest.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Life is vain, and love is hollow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ugly death stands there behind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hate and scorn and hunger follow</span><br > +<span class="i2">Him that toileth for his kind."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forth into the night he hurled it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And with bitter smile did mark</span><br > +<span class="i0">How the surly tempest whirled it</span><br > +<span class="i2">Swift into the hungry dark.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Foam and spray drive back to leeward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the gale, with dreary moan,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drifts the helpless blossom seaward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the breakers all alone.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Stands a maiden, on the morrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Musing by the wave-beat strand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Half in hope and half in sorrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Tracing words upon the sand:</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Shall I ever then behold him</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who hath been my life so long,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ever to this sick heart fold him,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Be the spirit of his song?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Touch not, sea, the blessed letters</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I have traced upon thy shore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spare his name whose spirit fetters</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Mine with love forevermore!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Swells the tide and overflows it,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 119]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">But, with omen pure and meet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Brings a little rose, and throws it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Humbly at the maiden's feet.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full of bliss she takes the token,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, upon her snowy breast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Soothes the ruffled petals broken</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With the ocean's fierce unrest.</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Love is thine, O heart! and surely</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Peace shall also be thine own,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the heart that trusteth purely</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Never long can pine alone."</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Stands a maiden, on the morrow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Musing by the wave-beat strand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Half in hope and half in sorrow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Tracing words upon the sand:</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Shall I ever then behold him</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who hath been my life so long,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ever to this sick heart fold him,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Be the spirit of his song?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Touch not, sea, the blessed letters</span><br > +<span class="i2">I have traced upon thy shore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spare his name whose spirit fetters</span><br > +<span class="i2">Mine with love forevermore!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Swells the tide and overflows it,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 119]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">But, with omen pure and meet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Brings a little rose, and throws it</span><br > +<span class="i2">Humbly at the maiden's feet.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full of bliss she takes the token,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, upon her snowy breast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Soothes the ruffled petals broken</span><br > +<span class="i2">With the ocean's fierce unrest.</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Love is thine, O heart! and surely</span><br > +<span class="i2">Peace shall also be thine own,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the heart that trusteth purely</span><br > +<span class="i2">Never long can pine alone."</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">In his tower sits the poet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Blisses new and strange to him</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fill his heart and overflow it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a wonder sweet and dim.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Up the beach the ocean slideth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a whisper of delight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the noon in silence glideth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the peaceful blue of night.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rippling o'er the poet's shoulder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flows a maiden's golden hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Maiden-lips, with love grown bolder,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Kiss his moon-lit forehead bare.</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Life is joy, and love is power,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Death all fetters doth unbind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strength and wisdom only flower</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When we toil for all our kind.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hope is truth,—the future giveth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More than present takes away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the soul forever liveth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nearer God from day to day."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not a word the maiden uttered,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fullest hearts are slow to speak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But a withered rose-leaf fluttered</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Down upon the poet's cheek.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">In his tower sits the poet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Blisses new and strange to him</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fill his heart and overflow it</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a wonder sweet and dim.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Up the beach the ocean slideth</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a whisper of delight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the noon in silence glideth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the peaceful blue of night.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rippling o'er the poet's shoulder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flows a maiden's golden hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Maiden-lips, with love grown bolder,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Kiss his moon-lit forehead bare.</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Life is joy, and love is power,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Death all fetters doth unbind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strength and wisdom only flower</span><br > +<span class="i2">When we toil for all our kind.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hope is truth,—the future giveth</span><br > +<span class="i2">More than present takes away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the soul forever liveth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nearer God from day to day."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not a word the maiden uttered,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fullest hearts are slow to speak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But a withered rose-leaf fluttered</span><br > +<span class="i2">Down upon the poet's cheek.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Brittany" id="Brittany"></a></p> +<p><a id="Brittany"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 120]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 120]</span><br > <h4>A LEGEND OF BRITTANY.</h4> @@ -7466,7237 +7451,7233 @@ brother,—</span><br /> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">Fair as a summer dream was Margaret,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Such dream as in a poet's soul might start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Musing of old loves while the moon doth set:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her hair was not more sunny than her heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though like a natural golden coronet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It circled her dear head with careless art,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Fair as a summer dream was Margaret,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Such dream as in a poet's soul might start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Musing of old loves while the moon doth set:</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her hair was not more sunny than her heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though like a natural golden coronet</span><br > +<span class="i2">It circled her dear head with careless art,</span><br > <span class="i0">Mocking the sunshine, that would fain have -lent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To its frank grace a richer ornament.</span><br /> +lent</span><br > +<span class="i0">To its frank grace a richer ornament.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">His loved one's eyes could poet ever speak,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">His loved one's eyes could poet ever speak,</span><br > <span class="i2">So kind, so dewy, and so deep were -hers,—</span><br /> +hers,—</span><br > <span class="i0">But, while he strives, the choicest phrase, too -weak</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Their glad reflection in his spirit blurs;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As one may see a dream dissolve and break</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Out of his grasp when he to tell it stirs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like that sad Dryad doomed no more to bless</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The mortal who revealed her loveliness.</span><br /> +weak</span><br > +<span class="i2">Their glad reflection in his spirit blurs;</span><br > +<span class="i0">As one may see a dream dissolve and break</span><br > +<span class="i2">Out of his grasp when he to tell it stirs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like that sad Dryad doomed no more to bless</span><br > +<span class="i0">The mortal who revealed her loveliness.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">She dwelt forever in a region bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Peopled with living fancies of her own,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She dwelt forever in a region bright,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Peopled with living fancies of her own,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where naught could come but visions of -delight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Far, far aloof from earth's eternal moan:</span><br /> +delight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Far, far aloof from earth's eternal moan:</span><br > <span class="i0">A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy -light,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Floating beneath the blue sky all alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her spirit wandered by itself, and won</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A golden edge from some unsetting sun.</span><br /> +light,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Floating beneath the blue sky all alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her spirit wandered by itself, and won</span><br > +<span class="i0">A golden edge from some unsetting sun.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> <span class="i00">The heart grows richer that its lot is -poor,—</span><br /> +poor,—</span><br > <span class="i2">God blesses want with larger -sympathies,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love enters gladliest at the humble door,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And makes the cot a palace with his eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So Margaret's heart a softer beauty wore,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And grew in gentleness and patience wise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For she was but a simple herdsman's child,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A lily chance-sown in the rugged wild.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 121]</span><br /> +sympathies,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love enters gladliest at the humble door,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And makes the cot a palace with his eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So Margaret's heart a softer beauty wore,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And grew in gentleness and patience wise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For she was but a simple herdsman's child,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A lily chance-sown in the rugged wild.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 121]</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">There was no beauty of the wood or field</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But she its fragrant bosom-secret knew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor any but to her would freely yield</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There was no beauty of the wood or field</span><br > +<span class="i2">But she its fragrant bosom-secret knew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor any but to her would freely yield</span><br > <span class="i2">Some grace that in her soul took root and -grew:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nature to her glowed ever new-revealed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All rosy fresh with innocent morning dew,</span><br /> +grew:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nature to her glowed ever new-revealed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">All rosy fresh with innocent morning dew,</span><br > <span class="i0">And looked into her heart with dim, sweet -eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That left it full of sylvan memories.</span><br /> +eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">That left it full of sylvan memories.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">O, what a face was hers to brighten light,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And give back sunshine with an added glow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To wile each moment with a fresh delight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And part of memory's best contentment grow!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, how her voice, as with an inmate's right,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into the strangest heart would welcome go,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And make it sweet, and ready to become</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of white and gracious thoughts the chosen home!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O, what a face was hers to brighten light,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And give back sunshine with an added glow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To wile each moment with a fresh delight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And part of memory's best contentment grow!</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, how her voice, as with an inmate's right,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into the strangest heart would welcome go,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And make it sweet, and ready to become</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of white and gracious thoughts the chosen home!</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> <span class="i00">None looked upon her but he straightway -thought</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of all the greenest depths of country cheer,</span><br /> +thought</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of all the greenest depths of country cheer,</span><br > <span class="i0">And into each one's heart was freshly brought</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">What was to him the sweetest time of year,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So was her every look and motion fraught</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With out-of-door delights and forest lere:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not the first violet on a woodland lea</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">What was to him the sweetest time of year,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So was her every look and motion fraught</span><br > +<span class="i2">With out-of-door delights and forest lere:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not the first violet on a woodland lea</span><br > <span class="i0">Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than -she.</span><br /> +she.</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Is love learned only out of poets' books?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is there not somewhat in the dropping flood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in the nunneries of silent nooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And in the murmured longing of the wood,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Is love learned only out of poets' books?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is there not somewhat in the dropping flood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in the nunneries of silent nooks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And in the murmured longing of the wood,</span><br > <span class="i0">That could make Margaret dream of lovelorn -looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And stir a thrilling mystery in her blood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More trembly secret than Aurora's tear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shed in the bosom of an eglatere?</span><br /> +looks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And stir a thrilling mystery in her blood</span><br > +<span class="i0">More trembly secret than Aurora's tear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shed in the bosom of an eglatere?</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i00">Full many a sweet forewarning hath the mind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Full many a whispering of vague desire,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 122]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ere comes the nature destined to unbind</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Full many a sweet forewarning hath the mind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Full many a whispering of vague desire,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 122]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ere comes the nature destined to unbind</span><br > <span class="i2">Its virgin zone, and all its deeps -inspire,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Low stirrings in the leaves, before the wind</span><br /> +inspire,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Low stirrings in the leaves, before the wind</span><br > <span class="i2">Wakes all the green strings of the forest -lyre,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Faint heatings in the calyx, ere the rose</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its warm voluptuous breast doth all unclose.</span><br /> +lyre,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Faint heatings in the calyx, ere the rose</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its warm voluptuous breast doth all unclose.</span><br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i00">Long in its dim recesses pines the spirit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wildered and dark, despairingly alone;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Long in its dim recesses pines the spirit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wildered and dark, despairingly alone;</span><br > <span class="i0">Though many a shape of beauty wander near it,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And many a wild and half-remembered tone</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tremble from the divine abyss to cheer it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet still it knows that there is only one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before whom it can kneel and tribute bring,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At once a happy vassal and a king.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And many a wild and half-remembered tone</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tremble from the divine abyss to cheer it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet still it knows that there is only one</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before whom it can kneel and tribute bring,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At once a happy vassal and a king.</span><br > <h5>XI.</h5> -<span class="i00">To feel a want, yet scarce know what it is,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To seek one nature that is always new,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">To feel a want, yet scarce know what it is,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To seek one nature that is always new,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose glance is warmer than another's kiss,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Whom we can bare our inmost beauty to,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor feel deserted afterwards,—for this</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Whom we can bare our inmost beauty to,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor feel deserted afterwards,—for this</span><br > <span class="i2">But with our destined co-mate we can -do,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such longing instinct fills the mighty scope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the young soul with one mysterious hope.</span><br /> +do,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such longing instinct fills the mighty scope</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the young soul with one mysterious hope.</span><br > <h5>XII.</h5> <span class="i00">So Margaret's heart grew brimming with the -lore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of love's enticing secrets; and although</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She had found none to cast it down before,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet oft to Fancy's chapel she would go</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To pay her vows, and count the rosary o'er</span><br /> +lore</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of love's enticing secrets; and although</span><br > +<span class="i0">She had found none to cast it down before,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet oft to Fancy's chapel she would go</span><br > +<span class="i0">To pay her vows, and count the rosary o'er</span><br > <span class="i2">Of her love's promised graces:—haply so</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Miranda's hope had pictured Ferdinand</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Miranda's hope had pictured Ferdinand</span><br > <span class="i0">Long ere the gaunt wave tossed him on the -strand.</span><br /> +strand.</span><br > <h5>XIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">A new-made star that swims the lonely gloom,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unwedded yet and longing for the sun,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A new-made star that swims the lonely gloom,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unwedded yet and longing for the sun,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose beams, the bride-gifts of the lavish -groom</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Blithely to crown the virgin planet run,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her being was, watching to see the bloom</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 123]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of love's fresh sunrise roofing one by one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its clouds with gold, a triumph-arch to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For him who came to hold her heart in fee.</span><br /> +groom</span><br > +<span class="i2">Blithely to crown the virgin planet run,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her being was, watching to see the bloom</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 123]</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of love's fresh sunrise roofing one by one</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its clouds with gold, a triumph-arch to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">For him who came to hold her heart in fee.</span><br > <h5>XIV.</h5> <span class="i00">Not far from Margaret's cottage dwelt a -knight</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of the proud Templars, a sworn celibate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose heart in secret fed upon the light</span><br /> +knight</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of the proud Templars, a sworn celibate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose heart in secret fed upon the light</span><br > <span class="i2">And dew of her ripe beauty, through the grate</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Of his close vow catching what gleams he -might</span><br /> +might</span><br > <span class="i2">Of the free heaven, and cursing—all too -late—</span><br /> +late—</span><br > <span class="i0">The cruel faith whose black walls hemmed him -in,</span><br /> +in,</span><br > <span class="i0">And turned life's crowning bliss to deadly -sin.</span><br /> +sin.</span><br > <h5>XV.</h5> -<span class="i00">For he had met her in the wood by chance,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">For he had met her in the wood by chance,</span><br > <span class="i2">And, having drunk her beauty's wildering -spell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His heart shook like the pennon of a lance</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That quivers in a breeze's sudden swell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thenceforth, in a close-enfolded trance,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From mistily golden deep to deep he fell;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till earth did waver and fade far away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath the hope in whose warm arms he lay.</span><br /> +spell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His heart shook like the pennon of a lance</span><br > +<span class="i2">That quivers in a breeze's sudden swell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thenceforth, in a close-enfolded trance,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From mistily golden deep to deep he fell;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till earth did waver and fade far away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath the hope in whose warm arms he lay.</span><br > <h5>XVI.</h5> <span class="i00">A dark, proud man he was, whose half-blown -youth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had shed its blossoms even in opening,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaving a few that with more winning ruth</span><br /> +youth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had shed its blossoms even in opening,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaving a few that with more winning ruth</span><br > <span class="i2">Trembling around grave manhood's stem might -cling,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More sad than cheery, making, in good sooth,</span><br /> +cling,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More sad than cheery, making, in good sooth,</span><br > <span class="i2">Like the fringed gentian, a late autumn -spring:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A twilight nature, braided light and gloom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A youth half-smiling by an open tomb.</span><br /> +spring:—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A twilight nature, braided light and gloom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A youth half-smiling by an open tomb.</span><br > <h5>XVII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Fair as an angel, who yet inly wore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A wrinkled heart foreboding his near fall;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who saw him always wished to know him more,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As if he were some fate's defiant thrall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And nursed a dreaded secret at its core;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Little he loved, but power most of all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that he seemed to scorn, as one who knew</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Fair as an angel, who yet inly wore</span><br > +<span class="i2">A wrinkled heart foreboding his near fall;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who saw him always wished to know him more,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As if he were some fate's defiant thrall</span><br > +<span class="i0">And nursed a dreaded secret at its core;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Little he loved, but power most of all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that he seemed to scorn, as one who knew</span><br > <span class="i0">By what foul paths men choose to crawl -thereto.</span><br /> +thereto.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 124]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 124]</span><br > <h5>XVIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">He had been noble, but some great deceit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had turned his better instinct to a vice:</span><br /> +<span class="i00">He had been noble, but some great deceit</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had turned his better instinct to a vice:</span><br > <span class="i0">He strove to think the world was all a cheat,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">That power and fame were cheap at any price,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That the sure way of being shortly great</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">That power and fame were cheap at any price,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That the sure way of being shortly great</span><br > <span class="i2">Was even to play life's game with loaded -dice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Since he had tried the honest play and found</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That vice and virtue differed but in sound.</span><br /> +dice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Since he had tried the honest play and found</span><br > +<span class="i0">That vice and virtue differed but in sound.</span><br > <h5>XIX.</h5> <span class="i00">Yet Margaret's sight redeemed him for a space</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">From his own thraldom; man could never be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A hypocrite when first such maiden grace</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Smiled in upon his heart; the agony</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of wearing all day long a lying face</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fell lightly from him, and, a moment free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Erect with wakened faith his spirit stood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And scorned the weakness of its demon-mood.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">From his own thraldom; man could never be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A hypocrite when first such maiden grace</span><br > +<span class="i2">Smiled in upon his heart; the agony</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of wearing all day long a lying face</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fell lightly from him, and, a moment free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Erect with wakened faith his spirit stood</span><br > +<span class="i0">And scorned the weakness of its demon-mood.</span><br > <h5>XX.</h5> <span class="i00">Like a sweet wind-harp to him was her -thought,</span><br /> +thought,</span><br > <span class="i2">Which would not let the common air come near,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Till from its dim enchantment it had caught</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A musical tenderness that brimmed his ear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With sweetness more ethereal than aught</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Save silver-dropping snatches that whilere</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Till from its dim enchantment it had caught</span><br > +<span class="i2">A musical tenderness that brimmed his ear</span><br > +<span class="i0">With sweetness more ethereal than aught</span><br > +<span class="i2">Save silver-dropping snatches that whilere</span><br > <span class="i0">Rained down from some sad angel's faithful -harp</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To cool her fallen lover's anguish sharp.</span><br /> +harp</span><br > +<span class="i0">To cool her fallen lover's anguish sharp.</span><br > <h5>XXI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Deep in the forest was a little dell</span><br /> -<span class="i2">High overarchèd with the leafy sweep</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Deep in the forest was a little dell</span><br > +<span class="i2">High overarchèd with the leafy sweep</span><br > <span class="i0">Of a broad oak, through whose gnarled roots there -fell</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A slender rill that sung itself asleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where its continuous toil had scooped a well</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To please the fairy folk; breathlessly deep</span><br /> +fell</span><br > +<span class="i2">A slender rill that sung itself asleep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where its continuous toil had scooped a well</span><br > +<span class="i2">To please the fairy folk; breathlessly deep</span><br > <span class="i0">The stillness was, save when the dreaming -brook</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From its small urn a drizzly murmur shook.</span><br /> +brook</span><br > +<span class="i0">From its small urn a drizzly murmur shook.</span><br > <h5>XXII.</h5> -<span class="i00">The wooded hills sloped upward all around</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With gradual rise, and made an even rim,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The wooded hills sloped upward all around</span><br > +<span class="i2">With gradual rise, and made an even rim,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 125]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 125]</span><br > -<span class="i0">So that it seemed a mighty casque unbound</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From some huge Titan's brow to lighten him,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ages ago, and left upon the ground,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">So that it seemed a mighty casque unbound</span><br > +<span class="i2">From some huge Titan's brow to lighten him,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ages ago, and left upon the ground,</span><br > <span class="i2">Where the slow soil had mossed it to the -brim,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till after countless centuries it grew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into this dell, the haunt of noontide dew.</span><br /> +brim,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till after countless centuries it grew</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into this dell, the haunt of noontide dew.</span><br > <h5>XXIII.</h5> <span class="i00">Dim vistas, sprinkled o'er with sun-flecked -green,</span><br /> +green,</span><br > <span class="i2">Wound through the thickset trunks on every -side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, toward the west, in fancy might be seen</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A gothic window in its blazing pride,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the low sun, two arching elms between,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lit up the leaves beyond, which, autumn-dyed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With lavish hues, would into splendor start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shaming the labored panes of richest art.</span><br /> +side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, toward the west, in fancy might be seen</span><br > +<span class="i2">A gothic window in its blazing pride,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the low sun, two arching elms between,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lit up the leaves beyond, which, autumn-dyed</span><br > +<span class="i0">With lavish hues, would into splendor start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shaming the labored panes of richest art.</span><br > <h5>XXIV.</h5> <span class="i00">Here, leaning once against the old oak's -trunk,</span><br /> +trunk,</span><br > <span class="i2">Mordred, for such was the young Templar's -name,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Saw Margaret come; unseen, the falcon shrunk</span><br /> +name,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Saw Margaret come; unseen, the falcon shrunk</span><br > <span class="i2">From the meek dove; sharp thrills of tingling -flame</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Made him forget that he was vowed a monk,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And all the outworks of his pride o'ercame:</span><br /> +flame</span><br > +<span class="i0">Made him forget that he was vowed a monk,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And all the outworks of his pride o'ercame:</span><br > <span class="i0">Flooded he seemed with bright delicious pain,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">As if a star had burst within his brain.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">As if a star had burst within his brain.</span><br > <h5>XXV.</h5> -<span class="i00">Such power hath beauty and frank innocence:</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Such power hath beauty and frank innocence:</span><br > <span class="i2">A flower bloomed forth, that sunshine glad to -bless,</span><br /> +bless,</span><br > <span class="i0">Even from his love's long leafless stem; the -sense</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of exile from Hope's happy realm grew less,</span><br /> +sense</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of exile from Hope's happy realm grew less,</span><br > <span class="i0">And thoughts of childish peace, he knew not -whence,</span><br /> +whence,</span><br > <span class="i2">Thronged round his heart with many an old -caress,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Melting the frost there into pearly dew</span><br /> +caress,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Melting the frost there into pearly dew</span><br > <span class="i0">That mirrored back his nature's morning-blue.</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>XXVI.</h5> <span class="i00">She turned and saw him, but she felt no -dread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her purity, like adamantine mail,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did so encircle her; and yet her head</span><br /> +dread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her purity, like adamantine mail,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did so encircle her; and yet her head</span><br > <span class="i2">She drooped, and made her golden hair her -veil,</span><br /> +veil,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 126]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 126]</span><br > <span class="i0">Through which a glow of rosiest lustre -spread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then faded, and anon she stood all pale,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As snow o'er which a blush of northern-light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Suddenly reddens, and as soon grows white.</span><br /> +spread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then faded, and anon she stood all pale,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As snow o'er which a blush of northern-light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Suddenly reddens, and as soon grows white.</span><br > <h5>XXVII.</h5> -<span class="i00">She thought of Tristrem and of Lancilot,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She thought of Tristrem and of Lancilot,</span><br > <span class="i2">Of all her dreams, and of kind fairies' -might,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And how that dell was deemed a haunted spot,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Until there grew a mist before her sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And where the present was she half forgot,</span><br /> +might,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And how that dell was deemed a haunted spot,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Until there grew a mist before her sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And where the present was she half forgot,</span><br > <span class="i2">Borne backward through the realms of old -delight,—</span><br /> +delight,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Then, starting up awake, she would have gone,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Yet almost wished it might not be alone.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Yet almost wished it might not be alone.</span><br > <h5>XXVIII.</h5> <span class="i00">How they went home together through the wood,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And how all life seemed focussed into one</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And how all life seemed focussed into one</span><br > <span class="i0">Thought-dazzling spot that set ablaze the -blood,</span><br /> +blood,</span><br > <span class="i2">What need to tell? Fit language there is none</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">For the heart's deepest things. Who ever -wooed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As in his boyish hope he would have done?</span><br /> +wooed</span><br > +<span class="i2">As in his boyish hope he would have done?</span><br > <span class="i0">For, when the soul is fullest, the hushed -tongue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Voicelessly trembles like a lute unstrung.</span><br /> +tongue</span><br > +<span class="i0">Voicelessly trembles like a lute unstrung.</span><br > <h5>XXIX.</h5> -<span class="i00">But all things carry the heart's messages</span><br /> +<span class="i00">But all things carry the heart's messages</span><br > <span class="i2">And know it not, nor doth the heart well -know,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But nature hath her will; even as the bees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Blithe go-betweens, fly singing to and fro</span><br /> +know,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But nature hath her will; even as the bees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Blithe go-betweens, fly singing to and fro</span><br > <span class="i0">With the fruit-quickening pollen;—hard if -these</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Found not some all unthought-of way to show</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their secret each to each; and so they did,</span><br /> +these</span><br > +<span class="i2">Found not some all unthought-of way to show</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their secret each to each; and so they did,</span><br > <span class="i0">And one heart's flower-dust into the other -slid.</span><br /> +slid.</span><br > <h5>XXX.</h5> <span class="i00">Young hearts are free; the selfish world it -is</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That turns them miserly and cold as stone,</span><br /> +is</span><br > +<span class="i2">That turns them miserly and cold as stone,</span><br > <span class="i0">And makes them clutch their fingers on the -bliss</span><br /> +bliss</span><br > <span class="i2">Which but in giving truly is their -own;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She had no dreams of barter, asked not his,</span><br /> +own;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">She had no dreams of barter, asked not his,</span><br > <span class="i2">But gave hers freely as she would have thrown</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">A rose to him, or as that rose gives forth</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">A rose to him, or as that rose gives forth</span><br > <span class="i0">Its generous fragrance, thoughtless of its -worth.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 127]</span><br /> +worth.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 127]</span><br > <h5>XXXI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Her summer nature felt a need to bless,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And a like longing to be blest again;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, from her sky-like spirit, gentleness</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dropt ever like a sunlit fall of rain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And his beneath drank in the bright caress</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As thirstily as would a parchèd plain,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Her summer nature felt a need to bless,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And a like longing to be blest again;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, from her sky-like spirit, gentleness</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dropt ever like a sunlit fall of rain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And his beneath drank in the bright caress</span><br > +<span class="i2">As thirstily as would a parchèd plain,</span><br > <span class="i0">That long hath watched the showers of sloping -gray</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forever, ever, falling far away.</span><br /> +gray</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forever, ever, falling far away.</span><br > <h5>XXXII.</h5> <span class="i00">How should she dream of ill? the heart filled -quite</span><br /> +quite</span><br > <span class="i2">With sunshine, like the shepherd's-clock at -noon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Closes its leaves around its warm delight;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whate'er in life is harsh or out of tune</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is all shut out, no boding shade of light</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Can pierce the opiate ether of its swoon:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love is but blind as thoughtful justice is,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But naught can be so wanton-blind as bliss.</span><br /> +noon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Closes its leaves around its warm delight;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whate'er in life is harsh or out of tune</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is all shut out, no boding shade of light</span><br > +<span class="i2">Can pierce the opiate ether of its swoon:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love is but blind as thoughtful justice is,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But naught can be so wanton-blind as bliss.</span><br > <h5>XXXIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">All beauty and all life he was to her;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">She questioned not his love, she only knew</span><br /> +<span class="i00">All beauty and all life he was to her;</span><br > +<span class="i2">She questioned not his love, she only knew</span><br > <span class="i0">That she loved him, and not a pulse could -stir</span><br /> +stir</span><br > <span class="i2">In her whole frame but quivered through and -through</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With this glad thought, and was a minister</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To do him fealty and service true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like golden ripples hasting to the land</span><br /> +through</span><br > +<span class="i0">With this glad thought, and was a minister</span><br > +<span class="i2">To do him fealty and service true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like golden ripples hasting to the land</span><br > <span class="i0">To wreck their freight of sunshine on the -strand.</span><br /> +strand.</span><br > <h5>XXXIV.</h5> -<span class="i00">O dewy dawn of love! O hopes that are</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O dewy dawn of love! O hopes that are</span><br > <span class="i0">Hung high, like the cliff-swallow's perilous -nest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Most like to fall when fullest, and that jar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With every heavier billow! O unrest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than balmiest deeps of quiet sweeter far!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How did ye triumph now in Margaret's breast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Making it readier to shrink and start</span><br /> +nest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Most like to fall when fullest, and that jar</span><br > +<span class="i0">With every heavier billow! O unrest</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than balmiest deeps of quiet sweeter far!</span><br > +<span class="i0">How did ye triumph now in Margaret's breast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Making it readier to shrink and start</span><br > <span class="i0">Than quivering gold of the pond-lily's heart.</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>XXXV.</h5> <span class="i00">Here let us pause: O, would the soul might -ever</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Achieve its immortality in youth,</span><br /> +ever</span><br > +<span class="i2">Achieve its immortality in youth,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 128]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 128]</span><br > <span class="i0">When nothing yet hath damped its high -endeavor</span><br /> -<span class="i2">After the starry energy of truth!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here let us pause, and for a moment sever</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This gleam of sunshine from the days unruth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That sometime come to all, for it is good</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.</span><br /> +endeavor</span><br > +<span class="i2">After the starry energy of truth!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here let us pause, and for a moment sever</span><br > +<span class="i2">This gleam of sunshine from the days unruth</span><br > +<span class="i0">That sometime come to all, for it is good</span><br > +<span class="i0">To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.</span><br > <h4>PART SECOND.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">As one who, from the sunshine and the green,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Enters the solid darkness of a cave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May yawn before him with its sudden grave,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As one who, from the sunshine and the green,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Enters the solid darkness of a cave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen</span><br > +<span class="i2">May yawn before him with its sudden grave,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, with hushed breath, doth often forward -lean,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dreaming he hears the plashing of a wave</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dimly below, or feels a damper air</span><br /> +lean,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dreaming he hears the plashing of a wave</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dimly below, or feels a damper air</span><br > <span class="i0">From out some dreary chasm, he knows not -where;—</span><br /> +where;—</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">So, from the sunshine and the green of love,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We enter on our story's darker part;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, though the horror of it well may move</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An impulse of repugnance in the heart,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">So, from the sunshine and the green of love,</span><br > +<span class="i2">We enter on our story's darker part;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, though the horror of it well may move</span><br > +<span class="i2">An impulse of repugnance in the heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet let us think, that, as there's naught -above</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The all-embracing atmosphere of Art,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So also there is naught that falls below</span><br /> +above</span><br > +<span class="i2">The all-embracing atmosphere of Art,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So also there is naught that falls below</span><br > <span class="i0">Her generous reach, though grimed with guilt and -woe.</span><br /> +woe.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">Her fittest triumph is to show that good</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lurks in the heart of evil evermore,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Her fittest triumph is to show that good</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lurks in the heart of evil evermore,</span><br > <span class="i0">That love, though scorned, and outcast, and -withstood,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Can without end forgive, and yet have store;</span><br /> +withstood,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Can without end forgive, and yet have store;</span><br > <span class="i0">God's love and man's are of the self-same -blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And He can see that always at the door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of foulest hearts the angel-nature yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knocks to return and cancel all its debt.</span><br /> +blood,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And He can see that always at the door</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of foulest hearts the angel-nature yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knocks to return and cancel all its debt.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">It ever is weak falsehood's destiny</span><br /> +<span class="i00">It ever is weak falsehood's destiny</span><br > <span class="i2">That her thick mask turns crystal to let -through</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 129]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The unsuspicious eyes of honesty;</span><br /> +through</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 129]</span><br > +<span class="i0">The unsuspicious eyes of honesty;</span><br > <span class="i2">But Margaret's heart was too sincere and true</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Aught but plain truth and faithfulness to -see,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And Mordred's for a time a little grew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be like hers, won by the mild reproof</span><br /> +see,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And Mordred's for a time a little grew</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be like hers, won by the mild reproof</span><br > <span class="i0">Of those kind eyes that kept all doubt aloof.</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">Full oft they met, as dawn and twilight meet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In northern climes; she full of growing day</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As he of darkness, which before her feet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shrank gradual, and faded quite away,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Full oft they met, as dawn and twilight meet</span><br > +<span class="i2">In northern climes; she full of growing day</span><br > +<span class="i0">As he of darkness, which before her feet</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shrank gradual, and faded quite away,</span><br > <span class="i0">Soon to return; for power had made love sweet</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">To him, and, when his will had gained full -sway,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The taste began to pall; for never power</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can sate the hungry soul beyond an hour.</span><br /> +sway,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The taste began to pall; for never power</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can sate the hungry soul beyond an hour.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">He fell as doth the tempter ever fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Even in the gaining of his loathsome end;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">He fell as doth the tempter ever fall,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Even in the gaining of his loathsome end;</span><br > <span class="i0">God doth not work as man works, but makes all</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">The crooked paths of ill to goodness tend;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let him judge Margaret! If to be the thrall</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of love, and faith too generous to defend</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its very life from him she loved, be sin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What hope of grace may the seducer win?</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">The crooked paths of ill to goodness tend;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let him judge Margaret! If to be the thrall</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of love, and faith too generous to defend</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its very life from him she loved, be sin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">What hope of grace may the seducer win?</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> <span class="i00">Grim-hearted world, that look'st with Levite -eyes</span><br /> +eyes</span><br > <span class="i2">On those poor fallen by too much faith in -man.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She that upon thy freezing threshold lies,</span><br /> +man.</span><br > +<span class="i0">She that upon thy freezing threshold lies,</span><br > <span class="i2">Starved to more sinning by thy savage -ban,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seeking that refuge because foulest vice</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More god-like than thy virtue is, whose span</span><br /> +ban,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seeking that refuge because foulest vice</span><br > +<span class="i2">More god-like than thy virtue is, whose span</span><br > <span class="i0">Shuts out the wretched only,—is more -free</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To enter Heaven than thou wilt ever be!</span><br /> +free</span><br > +<span class="i0">To enter Heaven than thou wilt ever be!</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Thou wilt not let her wash thy dainty feet</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou wilt not let her wash thy dainty feet</span><br > <span class="i2">With such salt things as tears, or with rude -hair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dry them, soft Pharisee, that sit'st at meat</span><br /> +hair</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dry them, soft Pharisee, that sit'st at meat</span><br > <span class="i2">With him who made her such, and speak'st him -fair,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 130]</span><br /> +fair,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 130]</span><br > <span class="i0">Leaving God's wandering lamb the while to -bleat</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unheeded, shivering in the pitiless air:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast made prisoned virtue show more wan</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And haggard than a vice to look upon.</span><br /> +bleat</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unheeded, shivering in the pitiless air:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast made prisoned virtue show more wan</span><br > +<span class="i0">And haggard than a vice to look upon.</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i00">Now many months flew by, and weary grew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To Margaret the sight of happy things;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now many months flew by, and weary grew</span><br > +<span class="i2">To Margaret the sight of happy things;</span><br > <span class="i0">Blight fell on all her flowers, instead of -dew;</span><br /> +dew;</span><br > <span class="i2">Shut round her heart were now the joyous -wings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherewith it wont to soar; yet not untrue,</span><br /> +wings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherewith it wont to soar; yet not untrue,</span><br > <span class="i2">Though tempted much, her woman's nature -clings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To its first pure belief, and with sad eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looks backward o'er the gate of Paradise.</span><br /> +clings</span><br > +<span class="i0">To its first pure belief, and with sad eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looks backward o'er the gate of Paradise.</span><br > <h5>X.</h5> <span class="i00">And so, though altered Mordred came less oft,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">And winter frowned where spring had laughed -before,</span><br /> +before,</span><br > <span class="i0">In his strange eyes, yet half her sadness -doffed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And in her silent patience loved him more:</span><br /> +doffed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And in her silent patience loved him more:</span><br > <span class="i0">Sorrow had made her soft heart yet more soft,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And a new life within her own she bore</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which made her tenderer, as she felt it move</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath her breast, a refuge for her love.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And a new life within her own she bore</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which made her tenderer, as she felt it move</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath her breast, a refuge for her love.</span><br > <h5>XI.</h5> <span class="i00">This babe, she thought, would surely bring him -back,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And be a bond forever them between;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before its eyes the sullen tempest-rack</span><br /> +back,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And be a bond forever them between;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before its eyes the sullen tempest-rack</span><br > <span class="i2">Would fade, and leave the face of heaven -serene;</span><br /> +serene;</span><br > <span class="i0">And love's return doth more than fill the -lack,</span><br /> +lack,</span><br > <span class="i2">Which in his absence withered the heart's -green;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet a dim foreboding still would flit</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Between her and her hope to darken it.</span><br /> +green;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet a dim foreboding still would flit</span><br > +<span class="i0">Between her and her hope to darken it.</span><br > <h5>XII.</h5> -<span class="i00">She could not figure forth a happy fate,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She could not figure forth a happy fate,</span><br > <span class="i2">Even for this life from heaven so newly come;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The earth must needs be doubly desolate</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To him scarce parted from a fairer home:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such boding heavier on her bosom sate</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The earth must needs be doubly desolate</span><br > +<span class="i2">To him scarce parted from a fairer home:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such boding heavier on her bosom sate</span><br > <span class="i2">One night, as, standing in the twilight -gloam,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 131]</span><br /> +gloam,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 131]</span><br > <span class="i0">She strained her eyes beyond that dizzy verge</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">At whose foot faintly breaks the future's -surge.</span><br /> +surge.</span><br > <h5>XIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Poor little spirit! naught but shame and woe</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Poor little spirit! naught but shame and woe</span><br > <span class="i2">Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses -thine:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet not those only; love hath triumphed so,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine:</span><br /> +thine:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet not those only; love hath triumphed so,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine:</span><br > <span class="i0">And yet, though thou be pure, the world is -foe</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To purity, if born in such a shrine;</span><br /> +foe</span><br > +<span class="i2">To purity, if born in such a shrine;</span><br > <span class="i0">And, having trampled it for struggling -thence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smiles to itself, and calls it Providence.</span><br /> +thence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smiles to itself, and calls it Providence.</span><br > <h5>XIV.</h5> -<span class="i00">As thus she mused, a shadow seemed to rise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From out her thought, and turn to dreariness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All blissful hopes and sunny memories,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the quick blood doth curdle up and press</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As thus she mused, a shadow seemed to rise</span><br > +<span class="i2">From out her thought, and turn to dreariness</span><br > +<span class="i0">All blissful hopes and sunny memories,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the quick blood doth curdle up and press</span><br > <span class="i0">About her heart, which seemed to shut its -eyes</span><br /> +eyes</span><br > <span class="i2">And hush itself, as who with shuddering guess</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Harks through the gloom and dreads e'en now to -feel</span><br /> +feel</span><br > <span class="i0">Through his hot breast the icy slide of -steel.</span><br /> +steel.</span><br > <h5>XV.</h5> <span class="i00">But, at the heart-beat, while in dread she -was,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the low wind the honeysuckles gleam,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A dewy thrill flits through the heavy grass,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, looking forth, she saw, as in a dream,</span><br /> +was,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the low wind the honeysuckles gleam,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A dewy thrill flits through the heavy grass,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, looking forth, she saw, as in a dream,</span><br > <span class="i0">Within the wood the moonlight's shadowy mass:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Night's starry heart yearning to hers doth -seem,</span><br /> +seem,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the deep sky, full-hearted with the moon,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Folds round her all the happiness of June.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Folds round her all the happiness of June.</span><br > <h5>XVI.</h5> <span class="i00">What fear could face a heaven and earth like -this?</span><br /> +this?</span><br > <span class="i2">What silveriest cloud could hang 'neath such a -sky?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A tide of wondrous and unwonted bliss</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rolls back through all her pulses suddenly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if some seraph, who had learned to kiss</span><br /> +sky?</span><br > +<span class="i0">A tide of wondrous and unwonted bliss</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rolls back through all her pulses suddenly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if some seraph, who had learned to kiss</span><br > <span class="i2">From the fair daughters of the world gone by,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Had wedded so his fallen light with hers,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Had wedded so his fallen light with hers,</span><br > <span class="i0">Such sweet, strange joy through soul and body -stirs.</span><br /> +stirs.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 132]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 132]</span><br > <h5>XVII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Now seek we Mordred: He who did not fear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The crime, yet fears the latent consequence:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If it should reach a brother Templar's ear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It haply might be made a good pretence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To cheat him of the hope he held most dear;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now seek we Mordred: He who did not fear</span><br > +<span class="i2">The crime, yet fears the latent consequence:</span><br > +<span class="i0">If it should reach a brother Templar's ear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It haply might be made a good pretence</span><br > +<span class="i0">To cheat him of the hope he held most dear;</span><br > <span class="i2">For he had spared no thought's or deed's -expense,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, by-and-by might help his wish to clip</span><br /> +expense,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, by-and-by might help his wish to clip</span><br > <span class="i0">Its darling bride,—the high grand -mastership.</span><br /> +mastership.</span><br > <h5>XVIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">The apathy, ere a crime resolved is done,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The apathy, ere a crime resolved is done,</span><br > <span class="i2">Is scarce less dreadful than remorse for -crime;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By no allurement can the soul be won</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From brooding o'er the weary creep of time:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mordred stole forth into the happy sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Striving to hum a scrap of Breton rhyme,</span><br /> +crime;</span><br > +<span class="i0">By no allurement can the soul be won</span><br > +<span class="i2">From brooding o'er the weary creep of time:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mordred stole forth into the happy sun,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Striving to hum a scrap of Breton rhyme,</span><br > <span class="i0">But the sky struck him speechless, and he -tried</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In vain to summon up his callous pride.</span><br /> +tried</span><br > +<span class="i0">In vain to summon up his callous pride.</span><br > <h5>XIX.</h5> -<span class="i00">In the court-yard a fountain leaped alway,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A Triton blowing jewels through his shell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the sunshine; Mordred turned away,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Weary because the stone face did not tell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of weariness, nor could he bear to-day,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">In the court-yard a fountain leaped alway,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A Triton blowing jewels through his shell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the sunshine; Mordred turned away,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Weary because the stone face did not tell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of weariness, nor could he bear to-day,</span><br > <span class="i2">Heartsick, to hear the patient sink and swell</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Of winds among the leaves, or golden bees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drowsily humming in the orange-trees.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Of winds among the leaves, or golden bees</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drowsily humming in the orange-trees.</span><br > <h5>XX.</h5> -<span class="i00">All happy sights and sounds now came to him</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like a reproach: he wandered far and wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Following the lead of his unquiet whim,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">All happy sights and sounds now came to him</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like a reproach: he wandered far and wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Following the lead of his unquiet whim,</span><br > <span class="i2">But still there went a something at his side</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">That made the cool breeze hot, the sunshine -dim;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It would not flee, it could not be defied,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He could not see it, but he felt it there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the damp chill that crept among his hair.</span><br /> +dim;</span><br > +<span class="i2">It would not flee, it could not be defied,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He could not see it, but he felt it there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the damp chill that crept among his hair.</span><br > <h5>XXI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Day wore at last; the evening star arose,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And throbbing in the sky grew red and set;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Day wore at last; the evening star arose,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And throbbing in the sky grew red and set;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 133]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 133]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Then with a guilty, wavering step he goes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the hid nook where they so oft had met</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In happier season, for his heart well knows</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That he is sure to find poor Margaret</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Then with a guilty, wavering step he goes</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the hid nook where they so oft had met</span><br > +<span class="i0">In happier season, for his heart well knows</span><br > +<span class="i2">That he is sure to find poor Margaret</span><br > <span class="i0">Watching and waiting there with lovelorn -breast</span><br /> +breast</span><br > <span class="i0">Around her young dream's rudely scattered -nest.</span><br /> +nest.</span><br > <h5>XXII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Why follow here that grim old chronicle</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Why follow here that grim old chronicle</span><br > <span class="i2">Which counts the dagger-strokes and drops of -blood?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Enough that Margaret by his mad steel fell,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unmoved by murder from her trusting mood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smiling on him as Heaven smiles on Hell,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a sad love, remembering when he stood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not fallen yet, the unsealer of her heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of all her holy dreams the holiest part.</span><br /> +blood?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Enough that Margaret by his mad steel fell,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unmoved by murder from her trusting mood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smiling on him as Heaven smiles on Hell,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a sad love, remembering when he stood</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not fallen yet, the unsealer of her heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of all her holy dreams the holiest part.</span><br > <h5>XXIII.</h5> <span class="i00">His crime complete, scarce knowing what he -did,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">(So goes the tale,) beneath the altar there</span><br /> +did,</span><br > +<span class="i0">(So goes the tale,) beneath the altar there</span><br > <span class="i0">In the high church the stiffening corpse he -hid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And then, to 'scape that suffocating air,</span><br /> +hid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And then, to 'scape that suffocating air,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like a scared ghoul out of the porch he slid;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">But his strained eyes saw bloodspots -everywhere,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And ghastly faces thrust themselves between</span><br /> +everywhere,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And ghastly faces thrust themselves between</span><br > <span class="i0">His soul and hopes of peace with blasting -mien.</span><br /> +mien.</span><br > <h5>XXIV.</h5> -<span class="i00">His heart went out within him, like a spark</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dropt in the sea; wherever he made bold</span><br /> +<span class="i00">His heart went out within him, like a spark</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dropt in the sea; wherever he made bold</span><br > <span class="i0">To turn his eyes, he saw, all stiff and -stark,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Pale Margaret lying dead; the lavish gold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of her loose hair seemed in the cloudy dark</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To spread a glory, and a thousandfold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More strangely pale and beautiful she grew:</span><br /> +stark,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Pale Margaret lying dead; the lavish gold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of her loose hair seemed in the cloudy dark</span><br > +<span class="i2">To spread a glory, and a thousandfold</span><br > +<span class="i0">More strangely pale and beautiful she grew:</span><br > <span class="i0">Her silence stabbed his conscience through and -through:</span><br /> +through:</span><br > <h5>XXV.</h5> <span class="i00">Or visions of past days,—a mother's -eyes</span><br /> +eyes</span><br > <span class="i2">That smiled down on the fair boy at her knee,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Whose happy upturned face to hers -replies,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He saw sometimes: or Margaret mournfully</span><br /> +replies,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">He saw sometimes: or Margaret mournfully</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 134]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 134]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Gazed on him full of doubt, as one who tries</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To crush belief that does love injury;</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Gazed on him full of doubt, as one who tries</span><br > +<span class="i2">To crush belief that does love injury;</span><br > <span class="i0">Then she would wring her hands, but soon -again</span><br /> +again</span><br > <span class="i0">Love's patience glimmered out through cloudy -pain.</span><br /> +pain.</span><br > <h5>XXVI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Meanwhile he dared not go and steal away</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The silent, dead-cold witness of his sin;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Meanwhile he dared not go and steal away</span><br > +<span class="i2">The silent, dead-cold witness of his sin;</span><br > <span class="i0">He had not feared the life, but that dull -clay,</span><br /> +clay,</span><br > <span class="i2">Those open eyes that showed the death within,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Would surely stare him mad; yet all the day</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Would surely stare him mad; yet all the day</span><br > <span class="i2">A dreadful impulse, whence his will could win</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">No refuge, made him linger in the aisle,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">No refuge, made him linger in the aisle,</span><br > <span class="i0">Freezing with his wan look each greeting -smile.</span><br /> +smile.</span><br > <h5>XXVII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Now, on the second day there was to be</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A festival in church: from far and near</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came flocking in the sunburnt peasantry,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now, on the second day there was to be</span><br > +<span class="i2">A festival in church: from far and near</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came flocking in the sunburnt peasantry,</span><br > <span class="i2">And knights and dames with stately antique -cheer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Blazing with pomp, as if all faërie</span><br /> +cheer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Blazing with pomp, as if all faërie</span><br > <span class="i2">Had emptied her quaint halls, or, as it were,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The illuminated marge of some old book,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While we were gazing, life and motion took.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The illuminated marge of some old book,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While we were gazing, life and motion took.</span><br > <h5>XXVIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">When all were entered, and the roving eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of all were staid, some upon faces bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some on the priests, some on the traceries</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That decked the slumber of a marble knight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all the rustlings over that arise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From recognizing tokens of delight,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">When all were entered, and the roving eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of all were staid, some upon faces bright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some on the priests, some on the traceries</span><br > +<span class="i2">That decked the slumber of a marble knight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all the rustlings over that arise</span><br > +<span class="i2">From recognizing tokens of delight,</span><br > <span class="i0">When friendly glances meet,—then silent -ease</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spread o'er the multitude by slow degrees.</span><br /> +ease</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spread o'er the multitude by slow degrees.</span><br > <h5>XXIX.</h5> <span class="i00">Then swelled the organ: up through choir and -nave</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The music trembled with an inward thrill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of bliss at its own grandeur: wave on wave</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its flood of mellow thunder rose, until</span><br /> +nave</span><br > +<span class="i2">The music trembled with an inward thrill</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of bliss at its own grandeur: wave on wave</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its flood of mellow thunder rose, until</span><br > <span class="i0">The hushed air shivered with the throb it -gave,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then, poising for a moment, it stood still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sank and rose again, to burst in spray</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wandered into silence far away.</span><br /> +gave,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then, poising for a moment, it stood still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sank and rose again, to burst in spray</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wandered into silence far away.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 135]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 135]</span><br > <h5>XXX.</h5> -<span class="i00">Like to a mighty heart the music seemed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That yearns with melodies it cannot speak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until, in grand despair of what it dreamed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the agony of effort it doth break,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Like to a mighty heart the music seemed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That yearns with melodies it cannot speak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until, in grand despair of what it dreamed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the agony of effort it doth break,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet triumphs breaking; on it rushed and -streamed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And wantoned in its might, as when a lake,</span><br /> +streamed</span><br > +<span class="i2">And wantoned in its might, as when a lake,</span><br > <span class="i0">Long pent among the mountains, bursts its -walls</span><br /> +walls</span><br > <span class="i0">And in one crowding gush leaps forth and -falls.</span><br /> +falls.</span><br > <h5>XXXI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Deeper and deeper shudders shook the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As the huge bass kept gathering heavily,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like thunder when it rouses in its lair,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Deeper and deeper shudders shook the air,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As the huge bass kept gathering heavily,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like thunder when it rouses in its lair,</span><br > <span class="i2">And with its hoarse growl shakes the low-hung -sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It grew up like a darkness everywhere,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Filling the vast cathedral;—suddenly,</span><br /> +sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It grew up like a darkness everywhere,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Filling the vast cathedral;—suddenly,</span><br > <span class="i0">From the dense mass a boy's clear treble -broke</span><br /> +broke</span><br > <span class="i0">Like lightning, and the full-toned choir -awoke.</span><br /> +awoke.</span><br > <h5>XXXII.</h5> <span class="i00">Through gorgeous windows shone the sun -aslant,</span><br /> +aslant,</span><br > <span class="i2">Brimming the church with gold and purple -mist,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meet atmosphere to bosom that rich chant,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where fifty voices in one strand did twist</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their varicolored tones, and left no want</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the delighted soul, which sank abyssed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the warm music cloud, while, far below,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The organ heaved its surges to and fro.</span><br /> +mist,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meet atmosphere to bosom that rich chant,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where fifty voices in one strand did twist</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their varicolored tones, and left no want</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the delighted soul, which sank abyssed</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the warm music cloud, while, far below,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The organ heaved its surges to and fro.</span><br > <h5>XXXIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">As if a lark should suddenly drop dead</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As if a lark should suddenly drop dead</span><br > <span class="i2">While the blue air yet trembled with its -song,</span><br /> +song,</span><br > <span class="i0">So snapped at once that music's golden -thread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Struck by a nameless fear that leapt along</span><br /> +thread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Struck by a nameless fear that leapt along</span><br > <span class="i0">From heart to heart, and like a shadow spread</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">With instantaneous shiver through the throng,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">So that some glanced behind, as half aware</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">So that some glanced behind, as half aware</span><br > <span class="i0">A hideous shape of dread were standing there.</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>XXXIV.</h5> -<span class="i00">As when a crowd of pale men gather round,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Watching an eddy in the leaden deep,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 136]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From which they deem the body of one drowned</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As when a crowd of pale men gather round,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Watching an eddy in the leaden deep,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 136]</span><br > +<span class="i0">From which they deem the body of one drowned</span><br > <span class="i2">Will be cast forth, from face to face doth -creep</span><br /> +creep</span><br > <span class="i0">An eager dread that holds all tongues fast -bound</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Until the horror, with a ghastly leap,</span><br /> +bound</span><br > +<span class="i2">Until the horror, with a ghastly leap,</span><br > <span class="i0">Starts up, its dead blue arms stretched -aimlessly,</span><br /> +aimlessly,</span><br > <span class="i0">Heaved with the swinging of the careless -sea,—</span><br /> +sea,—</span><br > <h5>XXXV.</h5> -<span class="i00">So in the faces of all these there grew,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As by one impulse, a dark, freezing awe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, with a fearful fascination drew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All eyes toward the altar; damp and raw</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The air grew suddenly, and no man knew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whether perchance his silent neighbor saw</span><br /> +<span class="i00">So in the faces of all these there grew,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As by one impulse, a dark, freezing awe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, with a fearful fascination drew</span><br > +<span class="i2">All eyes toward the altar; damp and raw</span><br > +<span class="i0">The air grew suddenly, and no man knew</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whether perchance his silent neighbor saw</span><br > <span class="i0">The dreadful thing which all were sure would -rise</span><br /> +rise</span><br > <span class="i0">To scare the strained lids wider from their -eyes.</span><br /> +eyes.</span><br > <h5>XXXVI.</h5> -<span class="i00">The incense trembled as it upward sent</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The incense trembled as it upward sent</span><br > <span class="i2">Its slow, uncertain thread of wandering blue,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">As 't were the only living element</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">As 't were the only living element</span><br > <span class="i2">In all the church, so deep the stillness -grew,</span><br /> +grew,</span><br > <span class="i0">It seemed one might have heard it, as it -went,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Give out an audible rustle, curling through</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The midnight silence of that awe-struck air,</span><br /> +went,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Give out an audible rustle, curling through</span><br > +<span class="i0">The midnight silence of that awe-struck air,</span><br > <span class="i0">More hushed than death, though so much life was -there.</span><br /> +there.</span><br > <h5>XXXVII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Nothing they saw, but a low voice was heard</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Threading the ominous silence of that fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gentle and terrorless as if a bird,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Nothing they saw, but a low voice was heard</span><br > +<span class="i2">Threading the ominous silence of that fear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gentle and terrorless as if a bird,</span><br > <span class="i2">Wakened by some volcano's glare, should cheer</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The murk air with his song; yet every word</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the cathedral's farthest arch seemed near</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if it spoke to every one apart,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The murk air with his song; yet every word</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the cathedral's farthest arch seemed near</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if it spoke to every one apart,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like the clear voice of conscience in each -heart.</span><br /> +heart.</span><br > <h5>XXXVIII.</h5> <span class="i00a">"O Rest, to weary hearts thou art most dear!</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">O Silence, after life's bewildering din,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art most welcome, whether in the sear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Days of our age thou comest, or we win</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 137]</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">O Silence, after life's bewildering din,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art most welcome, whether in the sear</span><br > +<span class="i2">Days of our age thou comest, or we win</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 137]</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy poppy-wreath in youth! then wherefore -here</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Linger I yet, once free to enter in</span><br /> +here</span><br > +<span class="i2">Linger I yet, once free to enter in</span><br > <span class="i0">At that wished gate which gentle Death doth -ope,</span><br /> +ope,</span><br > <span class="i0">Into the boundless realm of strength and -hope?</span><br /> +hope?</span><br > <h5>XXXIX.</h5> <span class="i00a">"Think not in death my love could ever -cease;</span><br /> +cease;</span><br > <span class="i2">If thou wast false, more need there is for me</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Still to be true; that slumber were not -peace,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">If 't were unvisited with dreams of thee:</span><br /> +peace,</span><br > +<span class="i2">If 't were unvisited with dreams of thee:</span><br > <span class="i0">And thou hadst never heard such words as -these,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Save that in heaven I must ever be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Most comfortless and wretched, seeing this</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our unbaptizèd babe shut out from bliss.</span><br /> +these,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Save that in heaven I must ever be</span><br > +<span class="i0">Most comfortless and wretched, seeing this</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our unbaptizèd babe shut out from bliss.</span><br > <h5>XL.</h5> -<span class="i00a">"This little spirit with imploring eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wanders alone the dreary wild of space;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The shadow of his pain forever lies</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Upon my soul in this new dwelling-place;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His loneliness makes me in Paradise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More lonely, and, unless I see his face,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"This little spirit with imploring eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wanders alone the dreary wild of space;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The shadow of his pain forever lies</span><br > +<span class="i2">Upon my soul in this new dwelling-place;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His loneliness makes me in Paradise</span><br > +<span class="i2">More lonely, and, unless I see his face,</span><br > <span class="i0">Even here for grief could I lie down and die,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Save for my curse of immortality.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Save for my curse of immortality.</span><br > <h5>XLI.</h5> -<span class="i00a">"World after world he sees around him swim</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Crowded with happy souls, that take no heed</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"World after world he sees around him swim</span><br > +<span class="i2">Crowded with happy souls, that take no heed</span><br > <span class="i0">Of the sad eyes that from the night's faint -rim</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gaze sick with longing on them as they speed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With golden gates, that only shut out him;</span><br /> +rim</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gaze sick with longing on them as they speed</span><br > +<span class="i0">With golden gates, that only shut out him;</span><br > <span class="i2">And shapes sometimes from Hell's abysses -freed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flap darkly by him, with enormous sweep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep.</span><br /> +freed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flap darkly by him, with enormous sweep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep.</span><br > <h5>XLII.</h5> -<span class="i00a">"I am a mother,—spirits do not shake</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"I am a mother,—spirits do not shake</span><br > <span class="i2">This much of earth from them,—and I must -pine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till I can feel his little hands, and take</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His weary head upon this heart of mine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, might it be, full gladly for his sake</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Would I this solitude of bliss resign,</span><br /> +pine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till I can feel his little hands, and take</span><br > +<span class="i2">His weary head upon this heart of mine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, might it be, full gladly for his sake</span><br > +<span class="i2">Would I this solitude of bliss resign,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 138]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 138]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And be shut out of Heaven to dwell with him</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forever in that silence drear and dim.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And be shut out of Heaven to dwell with him</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forever in that silence drear and dim.</span><br > <h5>XLIII.</h5> <span class="i00a">"I strove to hush my soul, and would not -speak</span><br /> -<span class="i2">At first, for thy dear sake; a woman's love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And by its weakness overcomes; I strove</span><br /> +speak</span><br > +<span class="i2">At first, for thy dear sake; a woman's love</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And by its weakness overcomes; I strove</span><br > <span class="i0">To smother bitter thoughts with patience -meek,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But still in the abyss my soul would rove,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seeking my child, and drove me here to claim</span><br /> +meek,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But still in the abyss my soul would rove,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seeking my child, and drove me here to claim</span><br > <span class="i0">The rite that gives him peace in Christ's dear -name.</span><br /> +name.</span><br > <h5>XLIV.</h5> -<span class="i00a">"I sit and weep while blessed spirits sing;</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"I sit and weep while blessed spirits sing;</span><br > <span class="i2">I can but long and pine the while they -praise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, leaning o'er the wall of Heaven, I fling</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My voice to where I deem my infant strays,</span><br /> +praise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, leaning o'er the wall of Heaven, I fling</span><br > +<span class="i2">My voice to where I deem my infant strays,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like a robbed bird that cries in vain to -bring</span><br /> +bring</span><br > <span class="i2">Her nestlings back beneath her wings' -embrace;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But still he answers not, and I but know</span><br /> +embrace;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But still he answers not, and I but know</span><br > <span class="i0">That Heaven and earth are both alike in woe."</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>XLV.</h5> -<span class="i00">Then the pale priests, with ceremony due,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Baptized the child within its dreadful tomb</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Then the pale priests, with ceremony due,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Baptized the child within its dreadful tomb</span><br > <span class="i0">Beneath that mother's heart, whose instinct -true</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Star-like had battled down the triple gloom</span><br /> +true</span><br > +<span class="i2">Star-like had battled down the triple gloom</span><br > <span class="i0">Of sorrow, love, and death: young maidens, -too,</span><br /> +too,</span><br > <span class="i2">Strewed the pale corpse with many a milkwhite -bloom,</span><br /> +bloom,</span><br > <span class="i0">And parted the bright hair, and on the breast</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Crossed the unconscious hands in sign of -rest.</span><br /> +rest.</span><br > <h5>XLVI.</h5> <span class="i00">Some said, that, when the priest had sprinkled -o'er</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The consecrated drops, they seemed to hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sigh, as of some heart from travail sore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Released, and then two voices singing clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>Misereatur Deus</i>, more and more</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fading far upward, and their ghastly fear</span><br /> +o'er</span><br > +<span class="i2">The consecrated drops, they seemed to hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sigh, as of some heart from travail sore</span><br > +<span class="i2">Released, and then two voices singing clear,</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>Misereatur Deus</i>, more and more</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fading far upward, and their ghastly fear</span><br > <span class="i0">Fell from them with that sound, as bodies -fall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From souls upspringing to celestial hall.</span><br /> +fall</span><br > +<span class="i0">From souls upspringing to celestial hall.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Prometheus" id="Prometheus"></a></p> +<p><a id="Prometheus"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 139]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 139]</span><br > <h4>PROMETHEUS.</h4> -<span class="i02">One after one the stars have risen and set,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:</span><br /> +<span class="i02">One after one the stars have risen and set,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:</span><br > <span class="i0">The Bear, that prowled all night about the -fold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the North-star, hath shrunk into his den,</span><br /> +fold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the North-star, hath shrunk into his den,</span><br > <span class="i0">Scared by the blithesome footsteps of the -Dawn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose blushing smile floods all the Orient;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now bright Lucifer grows less and less,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the heaven's blue quiet deep-withdrawn.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sunless and starless all, the desert sky</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Arches above me, empty as this heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For ages hath been empty of all joy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Except to brood upon its silent hope,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As o'er its hope of day the sky doth now.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All night have I heard voices: deeper yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The deep low breathing of the silence grew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While all about, muffled in awe, there stood</span><br /> +Dawn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose blushing smile floods all the Orient;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now bright Lucifer grows less and less,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the heaven's blue quiet deep-withdrawn.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sunless and starless all, the desert sky</span><br > +<span class="i0">Arches above me, empty as this heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">For ages hath been empty of all joy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Except to brood upon its silent hope,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As o'er its hope of day the sky doth now.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All night have I heard voices: deeper yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">The deep low breathing of the silence grew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While all about, muffled in awe, there stood</span><br > <span class="i0">Shadows, or forms, or both, clear-felt at -heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, when I turned to front them, far along</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only a shudder through the midnight ran,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, when I turned to front them, far along</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only a shudder through the midnight ran,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the dense stillness walled me closer -round.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But still I heard them wander up and down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That solitude, and flappings of dusk wings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did mingle with them, whether of those hags</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let slip upon me once from Hades deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or of yet direr torments, if such be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I could but guess; and then toward me came</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A shape as of a woman: very pale</span><br /> +round.</span><br > +<span class="i0">But still I heard them wander up and down</span><br > +<span class="i0">That solitude, and flappings of dusk wings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did mingle with them, whether of those hags</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let slip upon me once from Hades deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or of yet direr torments, if such be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I could but guess; and then toward me came</span><br > +<span class="i0">A shape as of a woman: very pale</span><br > <span class="i0">It was, and calm; its cold eyes did not move,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And mine moved not, but only stared on them.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And mine moved not, but only stared on them.</span><br > <span class="i0">Their fixed awe went through my brain like -ice,</span><br /> +ice,</span><br > <span class="i0">A skeleton hand seemed clutching at my heart,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And a sharp chill, as if a dank night fog</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Suddenly closed me in, was all I felt:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And a sharp chill, as if a dank night fog</span><br > +<span class="i0">Suddenly closed me in, was all I felt:</span><br > <span class="i0">And then, methought, I heard a freezing sigh,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">A long, deep, shivering sigh, as from blue -lips</span><br /> +lips</span><br > <span class="i0">Stiffening in death, close to mine ear. I -thought</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some doom was close upon me, and I looked</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And saw the red moon through the heavy mist,</span><br /> +thought</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some doom was close upon me, and I looked</span><br > +<span class="i0">And saw the red moon through the heavy mist,</span><br > <span class="i0">Just setting, and it seemed as if it were -falling,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or reeling to its fall, so dim and dead</span><br /> +falling,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or reeling to its fall, so dim and dead</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 140]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 140]</span><br > <span class="i0">And palsy-struck it looked. Then all sounds -merged</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the rising surges of the pines,</span><br /> +merged</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the rising surges of the pines,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, leagues below me, clothing the gaunt -loins</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of ancient Caucasus with hairy strength,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sent up a murmur in the morning wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sad as the wail that from the populous earth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All day and night to high Olympus soars,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fit incense to thy wicked throne, O Jove!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thy hated name is tossed once more in scorn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From off my lips, for I will tell thy doom.</span><br /> +loins</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of ancient Caucasus with hairy strength,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sent up a murmur in the morning wind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sad as the wail that from the populous earth</span><br > +<span class="i0">All day and night to high Olympus soars,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fit incense to thy wicked throne, O Jove!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thy hated name is tossed once more in scorn</span><br > +<span class="i0">From off my lips, for I will tell thy doom.</span><br > <span class="i0">And are these tears? Nay, do not triumph, -Jove,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They are wrung from me but by the agonies</span><br /> +Jove,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They are wrung from me but by the agonies</span><br > <span class="i0">Of prophecy, like those sparse drops which -fall</span><br /> +fall</span><br > <span class="i0">From clouds in travail of the lightning, when</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The great wave of the storm high-curled and -black</span><br /> +black</span><br > <span class="i0">Rolls steadily onward to its thunderous -break.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why art thou made a god of, thou poor type</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of anger, and revenge, and cunning force?</span><br /> +break.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why art thou made a god of, thou poor type</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of anger, and revenge, and cunning force?</span><br > <span class="i0">True Power was never born of brutish -Strength,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor sweet Truth suckled at the shaggy dugs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of that old she-wolf. Are thy thunderbolts,</span><br /> +Strength,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor sweet Truth suckled at the shaggy dugs</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of that old she-wolf. Are thy thunderbolts,</span><br > <span class="i0">That quell the darkness for a space, so -strong</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the prevailing patience of meek Light,</span><br /> +strong</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the prevailing patience of meek Light,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who, with the invincible tenderness of peace,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Wins it to be a portion of herself?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why art thou made a god of, thou, who hast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The never-sleeping terror at thy heart,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Wins it to be a portion of herself?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why art thou made a god of, thou, who hast</span><br > +<span class="i0">The never-sleeping terror at thy heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">That birthright of all tyrants, worse to bear</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Than this thy ravening bird on which I smile?</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Thou swear'st to free me, if I will unfold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What kind of doom it is whose omen flits</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Across thy heart, as o'er a troop of doves</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The fearful shadow of the kite. What need</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Thou swear'st to free me, if I will unfold</span><br > +<span class="i0">What kind of doom it is whose omen flits</span><br > +<span class="i0">Across thy heart, as o'er a troop of doves</span><br > +<span class="i0">The fearful shadow of the kite. What need</span><br > <span class="i0">To know that truth whose knowledge cannot -save?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Evil its errand hath, as well as Good;</span><br /> +save?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Evil its errand hath, as well as Good;</span><br > <span class="i0">When thine is finished, thou art known no -more:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is a higher purity than thou,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And higher purity is greater strength;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy nature is thy doom, at which thy heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Trembles behind the thick wall of thy might.</span><br /> +more:</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is a higher purity than thou,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And higher purity is greater strength;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy nature is thy doom, at which thy heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Trembles behind the thick wall of thy might.</span><br > <span class="i0">Let man but hope, and thou art straightway -chilled</span><br /> +chilled</span><br > <span class="i0">With thought of that drear silence and deep -night</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 141]</span><br /> +night</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 141]</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, like a dream, shall swallow thee and -thine:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let man but will, and thou art god no more,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More capable of ruin than the gold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And ivory that image thee on earth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He who hurled down the monstrous Titan-brood</span><br /> +thine:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let man but will, and thou art god no more,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More capable of ruin than the gold</span><br > +<span class="i0">And ivory that image thee on earth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He who hurled down the monstrous Titan-brood</span><br > <span class="i0">Blinded with lightnings, with rough thunders -stunned,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is weaker than a simple human thought.</span><br /> +stunned,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is weaker than a simple human thought.</span><br > <span class="i0">My slender voice can shake thee, as the -breeze,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That seems but apt to stir a maiden's hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sways huge Oceanus from pole to pole:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For I am still Prometheus, and foreknow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In my wise heart the end and doom of all.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Yes, I am still Prometheus, wiser grown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By years of solitude,—that holds apart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The past and future, giving the soul room</span><br /> +breeze,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That seems but apt to stir a maiden's hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sways huge Oceanus from pole to pole:</span><br > +<span class="i0">For I am still Prometheus, and foreknow</span><br > +<span class="i0">In my wise heart the end and doom of all.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Yes, I am still Prometheus, wiser grown</span><br > +<span class="i0">By years of solitude,—that holds apart</span><br > +<span class="i0">The past and future, giving the soul room</span><br > <span class="i0">To search into itself,—and long commune</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">With this eternal silence;—more a god,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In my long-suffering and strength to meet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With equal front the direst shafts of fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than thou in thy faint-hearted despotism,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Girt with thy baby-toys of force and wrath.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yes, I am that Prometheus who brought down</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">With this eternal silence;—more a god,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In my long-suffering and strength to meet</span><br > +<span class="i0">With equal front the direst shafts of fate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than thou in thy faint-hearted despotism,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Girt with thy baby-toys of force and wrath.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yes, I am that Prometheus who brought down</span><br > <span class="i0">The light to man, which thou, in selfish -fear,</span><br /> +fear,</span><br > <span class="i0">Hadst to thyself usurped,—his by sole -right,</span><br /> +right,</span><br > <span class="i0">For Man hath right to all save -Tyranny,—</span><br /> +Tyranny,—</span><br > <span class="i0">And which shall free him yet from thy frail -throne.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Begotten by the slaves they trample on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, could they win a glimmer of the light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And see that Tyranny is always weakness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or Fear with its own bosom ill at ease,</span><br /> +throne.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Begotten by the slaves they trample on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, could they win a glimmer of the light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And see that Tyranny is always weakness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or Fear with its own bosom ill at ease,</span><br > <span class="i0">Would laugh away in scorn the sand-wove chain</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Which their own blindness feigned for -adamant.</span><br /> +adamant.</span><br > <span class="i0">Wrong ever builds on quicksands, but the -Right</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the firm centre lays its moveless base.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tyrant trembles, if the air but stirs</span><br /> +Right</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the firm centre lays its moveless base.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tyrant trembles, if the air but stirs</span><br > <span class="i0">The innocent ringlets of a child's free hair,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And crouches, when the thought of some great -spirit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With world-wide murmur, like a rising gale,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over men's hearts, as over standing corn,</span><br /> +spirit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With world-wide murmur, like a rising gale,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over men's hearts, as over standing corn,</span><br > <span class="i0">Rushes, and bends them to its own strong -will.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 142]</span><br /> +will.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 142]</span><br > <span class="i0">So shall some thought of mine yet circle -earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And puff away thy crumbling altars, Jove!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">And, wouldst thou know of my supreme revenge</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Poor tyrant, even now dethroned in heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Realmless in soul, as tyrants ever are,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Listen! and tell me if this bitter peak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This never-glutted vulture, and these chains</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shrink not before it; for it shall befit</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sorrow-taught, unconquered Titan-heart.</span><br /> +earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And puff away thy crumbling altars, Jove!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">And, wouldst thou know of my supreme revenge</span><br > +<span class="i0">Poor tyrant, even now dethroned in heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Realmless in soul, as tyrants ever are,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Listen! and tell me if this bitter peak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">This never-glutted vulture, and these chains</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shrink not before it; for it shall befit</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sorrow-taught, unconquered Titan-heart.</span><br > <span class="i0">Men, when their death is on them, seem to -stand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On a precipitous crag that overhangs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The abyss of doom, and in that depth to see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As in a glass, the features dim and vast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of things to come, the shadows, as it seems,</span><br /> +stand</span><br > +<span class="i0">On a precipitous crag that overhangs</span><br > +<span class="i0">The abyss of doom, and in that depth to see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As in a glass, the features dim and vast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of things to come, the shadows, as it seems,</span><br > <span class="i0">Of what have been. Death ever fronts the -wise;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not fearfully, but with clear promises</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of larger life, on whose broad vans upborne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their out-look widens, and they see beyond</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The horizon of the Present and the Past,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even to the very source and end of things.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such am I now: immortal woe hath made</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My heart a seer, and my soul a judge</span><br /> +wise;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not fearfully, but with clear promises</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of larger life, on whose broad vans upborne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their out-look widens, and they see beyond</span><br > +<span class="i0">The horizon of the Present and the Past,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even to the very source and end of things.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such am I now: immortal woe hath made</span><br > +<span class="i0">My heart a seer, and my soul a judge</span><br > <span class="i0">Between the substance and the shadow of -Truth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sure supremeness of the Beautiful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By all the martyrdoms made doubly sure</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of such as I am, this is my revenge,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which of my wrongs builds a triumphal arch,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through which I see a sceptre and a throne.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The pipings of glad shepherds on the hills,</span><br /> +Truth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sure supremeness of the Beautiful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By all the martyrdoms made doubly sure</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of such as I am, this is my revenge,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which of my wrongs builds a triumphal arch,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through which I see a sceptre and a throne.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The pipings of glad shepherds on the hills,</span><br > <span class="i0">Tending the flocks no more to bleed for -thee,—</span><br /> +thee,—</span><br > <span class="i0">The songs of maidens pressing with white feet</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The vintage on thine altars poured no -more,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The murmurous bliss of lovers, underneath</span><br /> +more,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The murmurous bliss of lovers, underneath</span><br > <span class="i0">Dim grape-vine bowers, whose rosy bunches -press</span><br /> +press</span><br > <span class="i0">Not half so closely their warm cheeks, -unpaled</span><br /> +unpaled</span><br > <span class="i0">By thoughts of thy brute lust,—the hive-like -hum</span><br /> +hum</span><br > <span class="i0">Of peaceful commonwealths, where sunburnt -Toil</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reaps for itself the rich earth made its own</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By its own labor, lightened with glad hymns</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To an omnipotence which thy mad bolts</span><br /> +Toil</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reaps for itself the rich earth made its own</span><br > +<span class="i0">By its own labor, lightened with glad hymns</span><br > +<span class="i0">To an omnipotence which thy mad bolts</span><br > <span class="i0">Would cope with as a spark with the vast -sea,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even the spirit of free love and peace,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 143]</span><br /> +sea,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even the spirit of free love and peace,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 143]</span><br > <span class="i0">Duty's sure recompense through life and -death,—</span><br /> +death,—</span><br > <span class="i0">These are such harvests as all master-spirits</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Reap, haply not on earth, but reap no less</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Reap, haply not on earth, but reap no less</span><br > <span class="i0">Because the sheaves are bound by hands not theirs<ins -title="punctuation added">;</ins></span><br /> -<span class="i0">These are the bloodless daggers wherewithal</span><br /> +title="punctuation added">;</ins></span><br > +<span class="i0">These are the bloodless daggers wherewithal</span><br > <span class="i0">They stab fallen tyrants, this their high -revenge:</span><br /> +revenge:</span><br > <span class="i0">For their best part of life on earth is when,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Long after death, prisoned and pent no more,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Long after death, prisoned and pent no more,</span><br > <span class="i0">Their thoughts, their wild dreams even, have -become</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Part of the necessary air men breathe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When, like the moon, herself behind a cloud,</span><br /> +become</span><br > +<span class="i0">Part of the necessary air men breathe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">When, like the moon, herself behind a cloud,</span><br > <span class="i0">They shed down light before us on life's sea,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">That cheers us to steer onward still in hope.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Earth with her twining memories ivies o'er</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their holy sepulchres; the chainless sea,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Earth with her twining memories ivies o'er</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their holy sepulchres; the chainless sea,</span><br > <span class="i0">In tempest or wide calm, repeats their -thoughts;</span><br /> +thoughts;</span><br > <span class="i0">The lightning and the thunder, all free -things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have legends of them for the ears of men.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All other glories are as falling stars,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But universal Nature watches theirs:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such strength is won by love of human kind.</span><br /> +things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have legends of them for the ears of men.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All other glories are as falling stars,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But universal Nature watches theirs:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such strength is won by love of human kind.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Not that I feel that hunger after fame,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Not that I feel that hunger after fame,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which souls of a half-greatness are beset -with;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But that the memory of noble deeds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cries, shame upon the idle and the vile,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And keeps the heart of Man forever up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the heroic level of old time.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be forgot at first is little pain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To a heart conscious of such high intent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As must be deathless on the lips of men;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, having been a name, to sink and be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A something which the world can do without,</span><br /> +with;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But that the memory of noble deeds</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cries, shame upon the idle and the vile,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And keeps the heart of Man forever up</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the heroic level of old time.</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be forgot at first is little pain</span><br > +<span class="i0">To a heart conscious of such high intent</span><br > +<span class="i0">As must be deathless on the lips of men;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, having been a name, to sink and be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A something which the world can do without,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, having been or not, would never change</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The lightest pulse of fate,—this is -indeed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A cup of bitterness the worst to taste,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And this thy heart shall empty to the dregs.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Endless despair shall be thy Caucasus,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And memory thy vulture; thou wilt find</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oblivion far lonelier than this peak,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behold thy destiny! Thou think'st it much</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That I should brave thee, miserable god!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I have braved a mightier than thou,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 144]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even the tempting of this soaring heart,</span><br /> +indeed</span><br > +<span class="i0">A cup of bitterness the worst to taste,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And this thy heart shall empty to the dregs.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Endless despair shall be thy Caucasus,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And memory thy vulture; thou wilt find</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oblivion far lonelier than this peak,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behold thy destiny! Thou think'st it much</span><br > +<span class="i0">That I should brave thee, miserable god!</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I have braved a mightier than thou,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 144]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even the tempting of this soaring heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which might have made me, scarcely less than -thou,</span><br /> +thou,</span><br > <span class="i0">A god among my brethren weak and -blind,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scarce less than thou, a pitiable thing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be down-trodden into darkness soon.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But now I am above thee, for thou art</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bungling workmanship of fear, the block</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That awes the swart Barbarian; but I</span><br /> +blind,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scarce less than thou, a pitiable thing</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be down-trodden into darkness soon.</span><br > +<span class="i0">But now I am above thee, for thou art</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bungling workmanship of fear, the block</span><br > +<span class="i0">That awes the swart Barbarian; but I</span><br > <span class="i0">Am what myself have made,—a nature wise</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">With finding in itself the types of -all,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With watching from the dim verge of the time</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What things to be are visible in the gleams</span><br /> +all,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">With watching from the dim verge of the time</span><br > +<span class="i0">What things to be are visible in the gleams</span><br > <span class="i0">Thrown forward on them from the luminous -past,—</span><br /> +past,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Wise with the history of its own frail heart,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">With reverence and sorrow, and with love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Broad as the world, for freedom and for man.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">With reverence and sorrow, and with love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Broad as the world, for freedom and for man.</span><br > <span class="i02">Thou and all strength shall crumble, except -Love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By whom and for whose glory, ye shall cease:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when thou art but a dim moaning heard</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From out the pitiless glooms of Chaos, I</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall be a power and a memory,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A name to fright all tyrants with, a light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unsetting as the pole-star, a great voice</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heard in the breathless pauses of the fight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By truth and freedom ever waged with wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Clear as a silver trumpet, to awake</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Huge echoes that from age to age live on</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In kindred spirits, giving them a sense</span><br /> +Love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By whom and for whose glory, ye shall cease:</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when thou art but a dim moaning heard</span><br > +<span class="i0">From out the pitiless glooms of Chaos, I</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall be a power and a memory,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A name to fright all tyrants with, a light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unsetting as the pole-star, a great voice</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heard in the breathless pauses of the fight</span><br > +<span class="i0">By truth and freedom ever waged with wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Clear as a silver trumpet, to awake</span><br > +<span class="i0">Huge echoes that from age to age live on</span><br > +<span class="i0">In kindred spirits, giving them a sense</span><br > <span class="i0">Of boundless power from boundless suffering -wrung:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And many a glazing eye shall smile to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The memory of my triumph, (for to meet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wrong with endurance, and to overcome</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The present with a heart that looks beyond,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are triumph,) like a prophet eagle, perch</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the sacred banner of the Right.</span><br /> +wrung:</span><br > +<span class="i0">And many a glazing eye shall smile to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The memory of my triumph, (for to meet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wrong with endurance, and to overcome</span><br > +<span class="i0">The present with a heart that looks beyond,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are triumph,) like a prophet eagle, perch</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the sacred banner of the Right.</span><br > <span class="i0">Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no -seed,</span><br /> +seed,</span><br > <span class="i0">And feeds the green earth with its swift -decay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaving it richer for the growth of truth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Good, once put in action or in thought,</span><br /> +decay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaving it richer for the growth of truth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Good, once put in action or in thought,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like a strong oak, doth from its boughs shed -down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ripe germs of a forest. Thou; weak god,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shalt fade and be forgotten! but this soul,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 145]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fresh-living still in the serene abyss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In every heaving shall partake, that grows</span><br /> +down</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ripe germs of a forest. Thou; weak god,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shalt fade and be forgotten! but this soul,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 145]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fresh-living still in the serene abyss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In every heaving shall partake, that grows</span><br > <span class="i0">From heart to heart among the sons of -men,—</span><br /> +men,—</span><br > <span class="i0">As the ominous hum before the earthquake runs</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Far through the Ægean from roused isle to -isle,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Foreboding wreck to palaces and shrines,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mighty rents in many a cavernous error</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Far through the Ægean from roused isle to +isle,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Foreboding wreck to palaces and shrines,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mighty rents in many a cavernous error</span><br > <span class="i0">That darkens the free light to man:—This -heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unscarred by thy grim vulture, as the truth</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unscarred by thy grim vulture, as the truth</span><br > <span class="i0">Grows but more lovely 'neath the beaks and -claws</span><br /> +claws</span><br > <span class="i0">Of Harpies blind that fain would soil it, -shall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In all the throbbing exultations share</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wait on freedom's triumphs, and in all</span><br /> +shall</span><br > +<span class="i0">In all the throbbing exultations share</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wait on freedom's triumphs, and in all</span><br > <span class="i0">The glorious agonies of -martyr-spirits,—</span><br /> +martyr-spirits,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Sharp lightning-throes to split the jagged -clouds</span><br /> +clouds</span><br > <span class="i0">That veil the future, showing them the -end,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pain's thorny crown for constancy and truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Girding the temples like a wreath of stars.</span><br /> +end,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pain's thorny crown for constancy and truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Girding the temples like a wreath of stars.</span><br > <span class="i0">This is a thought, that, like a fabled -laurel,</span><br /> +laurel,</span><br > <span class="i0">Makes my faith thunder-proof; and thy dread -bolts</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fall on me like the silent flakes of snow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On the hoar brows of aged Caucasus:</span><br /> +bolts</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fall on me like the silent flakes of snow</span><br > +<span class="i0">On the hoar brows of aged Caucasus:</span><br > <span class="i0">But, O thought far more blissful, they can -rend</span><br /> +rend</span><br > <span class="i0">This cloud of flesh, and make my soul a star!</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i02">Unleash thy crouching thunders now, O Jove!</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Unleash thy crouching thunders now, O Jove!</span><br > <span class="i0">Free this high heart, which, a poor captive -long,</span><br /> +long,</span><br > <span class="i0">Doth knock to be let forth, this heart which -still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In its invincible manhood, overtops</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy puny godship, as this mountain doth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The pines that moss its roots. O, even now,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While from my peak of suffering I look down,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beholding with a far-spread gush of hope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sunrise of that Beauty, in whose face,</span><br /> +still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In its invincible manhood, overtops</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy puny godship, as this mountain doth</span><br > +<span class="i0">The pines that moss its roots. O, even now,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While from my peak of suffering I look down,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beholding with a far-spread gush of hope</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sunrise of that Beauty, in whose face,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shone all around with love, no man shall look</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But straightway like a god he is uplift</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto the throne long empty for his sake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And clearly oft foreshadowed in wide dreams</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By his free inward nature, which nor thou,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor any anarch after thee, can bind</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But straightway like a god he is uplift</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto the throne long empty for his sake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And clearly oft foreshadowed in wide dreams</span><br > +<span class="i0">By his free inward nature, which nor thou,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor any anarch after thee, can bind</span><br > <span class="i0">From working its great doom,—now, now set -free</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This essence, not to die, but to become</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Part of that awful Presence which doth haunt</span><br /> +free</span><br > +<span class="i0">This essence, not to die, but to become</span><br > +<span class="i0">Part of that awful Presence which doth haunt</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 146]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 146]</span><br > -<span class="i0">The palaces of tyrants, to hunt off,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With its grim eyes and fearful whisperings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And hideous sense of utter loneliness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All hope of safety, all desire of peace,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">The palaces of tyrants, to hunt off,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With its grim eyes and fearful whisperings</span><br > +<span class="i0">And hideous sense of utter loneliness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All hope of safety, all desire of peace,</span><br > <span class="i0">All but the loathed forefeeling of blank -death,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Part of that spirit which doth ever brood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In patient calm on the unpilfered nest</span><br /> +death,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Part of that spirit which doth ever brood</span><br > +<span class="i0">In patient calm on the unpilfered nest</span><br > <span class="i0">Of man's deep heart, till mighty thoughts grow -fledged</span><br /> +fledged</span><br > <span class="i0">To sail with darkening shadow o'er the world,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Filling with dread such souls as dare not -trust</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the unfailing energy of Good,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until they swoop, and their pale quarry make</span><br /> +trust</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the unfailing energy of Good,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until they swoop, and their pale quarry make</span><br > <span class="i0">Of some o'erbloated wrong,—that spirit -which</span><br /> +which</span><br > <span class="i0">Scatters great hopes in the seed-field of -man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like acorns among grain, to grow and be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A roof for freedom in all coming time!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">But no, this cannot be; for ages yet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In solitude unbroken, shall I hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The angry Caspian to the Euxine shout,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Euxine answer with a muffled roar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On either side storming the giant walls</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Caucasus with leagues of climbing foam,</span><br /> +man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like acorns among grain, to grow and be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A roof for freedom in all coming time!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">But no, this cannot be; for ages yet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In solitude unbroken, shall I hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">The angry Caspian to the Euxine shout,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Euxine answer with a muffled roar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On either side storming the giant walls</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Caucasus with leagues of climbing foam,</span><br > <span class="i0">(Less, from my height, than flakes of downy -snow,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That draw back baffled but to hurl again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Snatched up in wrath and horrible turmoil,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mountain on mountain, as the Titans erst,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My brethren, scaling the high seat of Jove,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heaved Pelion upon Ossa's shoulders broad</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In vain emprise. The moon will come and go</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With her monotonous vicissitude;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Once beautiful, when I was free to walk</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Among my fellows, and to interchange</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The influence benign of loving eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But now by aged use grown wearisome;—</span><br /> +snow,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">That draw back baffled but to hurl again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Snatched up in wrath and horrible turmoil,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mountain on mountain, as the Titans erst,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My brethren, scaling the high seat of Jove,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heaved Pelion upon Ossa's shoulders broad</span><br > +<span class="i0">In vain emprise. The moon will come and go</span><br > +<span class="i0">With her monotonous vicissitude;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Once beautiful, when I was free to walk</span><br > +<span class="i0">Among my fellows, and to interchange</span><br > +<span class="i0">The influence benign of loving eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But now by aged use grown wearisome;—</span><br > <span class="i0">False thought! most false! for how could I -endure</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These crawling centuries of lonely woe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unshamed by weak complaining, but for thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Loneliest, save me, of all created things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mild-eyed Astarte, my best comforter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With thy pale smile of sad benignity?</span><br /> +endure</span><br > +<span class="i0">These crawling centuries of lonely woe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unshamed by weak complaining, but for thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Loneliest, save me, of all created things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mild-eyed Astarte, my best comforter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With thy pale smile of sad benignity?</span><br > -<span class="i02">Year after year will pass away and seem</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To me, in mine eternal agony,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Year after year will pass away and seem</span><br > +<span class="i0">To me, in mine eternal agony,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 147]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 147]</span><br > -<span class="i0">But as the shadows of dumb summer clouds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which I have watched so often darkening o'er</span><br /> +<span class="i0">But as the shadows of dumb summer clouds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which I have watched so often darkening o'er</span><br > <span class="i0">The vast Sarmatian plain, league-wide at -first,</span><br /> +first,</span><br > <span class="i0">But, with still swiftness lessening on and on</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Till cloud and shadow meet and mingle where</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The gray horizon fades into the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far, far to the northward. Yes, for ages yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must I lie here upon my altar huge,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sacrifice for man. Sorrow will be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As it hath been, his portion; endless doom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While the immortal with the mortal linked</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Till cloud and shadow meet and mingle where</span><br > +<span class="i0">The gray horizon fades into the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far, far to the northward. Yes, for ages yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must I lie here upon my altar huge,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sacrifice for man. Sorrow will be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As it hath been, his portion; endless doom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While the immortal with the mortal linked</span><br > <span class="i0">Dreams of its wings and pines for what it -dreams,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With upward yearn unceasing. Better so:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For wisdom is meek sorrow's patient child,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And empire over self, and all the deep</span><br /> +dreams,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With upward yearn unceasing. Better so:</span><br > +<span class="i0">For wisdom is meek sorrow's patient child,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And empire over self, and all the deep</span><br > <span class="i0">Strong charities that make men seem like -gods;</span><br /> +gods;</span><br > <span class="i0">And love, that makes them be gods, from her -breasts</span><br /> +breasts</span><br > <span class="i0">Sucks in the milk that makes mankind one -blood.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Good never comes unmixed, or so it seems,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Having two faces, as some images</span><br /> +blood.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Good never comes unmixed, or so it seems,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Having two faces, as some images</span><br > <span class="i0">Are carved, of foolish gods; one face is ill;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">But one heart lies beneath, and that is good,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">As are all hearts, when we explore their -depths.</span><br /> +depths.</span><br > <span class="i0">Therefore, great heart, bear up! thou art but -type</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of what all lofty spirits endure, that fain</span><br /> +type</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of what all lofty spirits endure, that fain</span><br > <span class="i0">Would win men back to strength and peace through -love:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each hath his lonely peak, and on each heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Envy, or scorn, or hatred, tears lifelong</span><br /> +love:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each hath his lonely peak, and on each heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Envy, or scorn, or hatred, tears lifelong</span><br > <span class="i0">With vulture beak; yet the high soul is left;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And faith, which is but hope grown wise; and -love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And patience, which at last shall overcome.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1843.</span><br /> +love</span><br > +<span class="i0">And patience, which at last shall overcome.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1843.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song6" id="Song6"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song6"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SONG.</h4> -<span class="i02">Violet! sweet violet!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thine eyes are full of tears;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Are they wet</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Even yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the thought of other years?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or with gladness are they full,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the night so beautiful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And longing for those far-off spheres?</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 148]</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Loved-one of my youth thou wast,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of my merry youth,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And I see,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Tearfully,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All the fair and sunny past,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All its openness and truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ever fresh and green in thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the moss is in the sea.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thy little heart, that hath with love</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Grown colored like the sky above,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On which thou lookest ever,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Can it know</span><br /> -<span class="i4">All the woe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of hope for what returneth never,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All the sorrow and the longing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To these hearts of ours belonging?</span><br /> - -<span class="i04">Out on it! no foolish pining</span><br /> -<span class="i6">For the sky</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Dims thine eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Or for the stars so calmly shining;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Like thee let this soul of mine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Take hue from that wherefor I long,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Self-stayed and high, serene and strong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not satisfied with hoping—but divine.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Violet! dear violet!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy blue eyes are only wet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With joy and love of him who sent thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And for the fulfilling sense</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of that glad obedience</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which made thee all that Nature meant thee!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Violet! sweet violet!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thine eyes are full of tears;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Are they wet</span><br > +<span class="i4">Even yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the thought of other years?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or with gladness are they full,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the night so beautiful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And longing for those far-off spheres?</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 148]</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Loved-one of my youth thou wast,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of my merry youth,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And I see,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Tearfully,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All the fair and sunny past,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All its openness and truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ever fresh and green in thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the moss is in the sea.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thy little heart, that hath with love</span><br > +<span class="i2">Grown colored like the sky above,</span><br > +<span class="i2">On which thou lookest ever,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Can it know</span><br > +<span class="i4">All the woe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of hope for what returneth never,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All the sorrow and the longing</span><br > +<span class="i0">To these hearts of ours belonging?</span><br > + +<span class="i04">Out on it! no foolish pining</span><br > +<span class="i6">For the sky</span><br > +<span class="i6">Dims thine eye,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Or for the stars so calmly shining;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Like thee let this soul of mine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Take hue from that wherefor I long,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Self-stayed and high, serene and strong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not satisfied with hoping—but divine.</span><br > +<span class="i2">Violet! dear violet!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy blue eyes are only wet</span><br > +<span class="i0">With joy and love of him who sent thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And for the fulfilling sense</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of that glad obedience</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which made thee all that Nature meant thee!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Rosaline" id="Rosaline"></a></p> +<p><a id="Rosaline"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ROSALINE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was bright</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As when we murmured our troth-plight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beneath the thick stars, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy hair was braided on thy head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As on the day we two were wed,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 149]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Mine eyes scarce knew if thou wert dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But my shrunk heart knew, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The death-watch ticked behind the wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The blackness rustled like a pall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The moaning wind did rise and fall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Among the bleak pines, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My heart beat thickly in mine ears;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The lids may shut out fleshly fears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But still the spirit sees and hears,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its eyes are lidless, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">A wildness rushing suddenly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A knowing some ill-shape is nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A wish for death, a fear to die,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is not this vengeance, Rosaline?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A loneliness that is not lone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A love quite withered up and gone,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was bright</span><br > +<span class="i0">As when we murmured our troth-plight</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beneath the thick stars, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy hair was braided on thy head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As on the day we two were wed,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 149]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Mine eyes scarce knew if thou wert dead,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But my shrunk heart knew, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The death-watch ticked behind the wall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The blackness rustled like a pall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The moaning wind did rise and fall</span><br > +<span class="i0">Among the bleak pines, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">My heart beat thickly in mine ears;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The lids may shut out fleshly fears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But still the spirit sees and hears,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its eyes are lidless, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">A wildness rushing suddenly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A knowing some ill-shape is nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A wish for death, a fear to die,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is not this vengeance, Rosaline?</span><br > +<span class="i0">A loneliness that is not lone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A love quite withered up and gone,</span><br > <span class="i0">A strong soul trampled from its -throne,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What wouldst thou further, Rosaline?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00b">'Tis drear such moonless nights as these,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strange sounds are out upon the breeze,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the leaves shiver in the trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And then thou comest, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I seem to hear the mourners go,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With long black garments trailing slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And plumes anodding to and fro,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As once I heard them, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thy shroud is all of snowy white,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, in the middle of the night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou standest moveless and upright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gazing upon me, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is no sorrow in thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But evermore that meek surprise,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, God! thy gentle spirit tries</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To deem me guiltless, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Above thy grave the robin sings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And swarms of bright and happy things</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flit all about with sunlit wings,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I am cheerless, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The violets on the hillock toss,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 150]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For nature feels not any loss,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I am cheerless, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I did not know when thou wast dead;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A blackbird whistling overhead</span><br /> +throne,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">What wouldst thou further, Rosaline?</span><br > + +<span class="i00b">'Tis drear such moonless nights as these,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strange sounds are out upon the breeze,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the leaves shiver in the trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And then thou comest, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I seem to hear the mourners go,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With long black garments trailing slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And plumes anodding to and fro,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As once I heard them, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thy shroud is all of snowy white,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, in the middle of the night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou standest moveless and upright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gazing upon me, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is no sorrow in thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But evermore that meek surprise,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, God! thy gentle spirit tries</span><br > +<span class="i0">To deem me guiltless, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Above thy grave the robin sings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And swarms of bright and happy things</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flit all about with sunlit wings,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I am cheerless, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The violets on the hillock toss,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 150]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For nature feels not any loss,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I am cheerless, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I did not know when thou wast dead;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A blackbird whistling overhead</span><br > <span class="i0">Thrilled through my brain; I would have fled,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But dared not leave thee, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sun rolled down, and very soon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a great fire, the awful moon</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rose, stained with blood, and then a swoon</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Crept chilly o'er me, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The stars came out; and, one by one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each angel from his silver throne</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looked down and saw what I had done;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I dared not hide me, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I crouched; I feared thy corpse would cry</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Against me to God's quiet sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I thought I saw the blue lips try</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To utter something, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I waited with a maddened grin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hear that voice all icy thin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slide forth and tell my deadly sin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hell and heaven, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But no voice came, and then it seemed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, if the very corpse had screamed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sound like sunshine glad had streamed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through that dark stillness, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And then, amid the silent night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I screamed with horrible delight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in my brain an awful light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did seem to crackle, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is my curse! sweet memories fall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From me like snow,—and only all</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of that one night, like cold worms crawl</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My doomed heart over, Rosaline!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Why wilt thou haunt me with thine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherein such blessed memories,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such pitying forgiveness lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than hate more bitter, Rosaline?</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 151]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Woe's me! I know that love so high</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As thine, true soul, could never die,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with mean clay in churchyard lie,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Would it might be so, Rosaline!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But dared not leave thee, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sun rolled down, and very soon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a great fire, the awful moon</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rose, stained with blood, and then a swoon</span><br > +<span class="i0">Crept chilly o'er me, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The stars came out; and, one by one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each angel from his silver throne</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looked down and saw what I had done;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I dared not hide me, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">I crouched; I feared thy corpse would cry</span><br > +<span class="i0">Against me to God's quiet sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I thought I saw the blue lips try</span><br > +<span class="i0">To utter something, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I waited with a maddened grin</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hear that voice all icy thin</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slide forth and tell my deadly sin</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hell and heaven, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">But no voice came, and then it seemed</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, if the very corpse had screamed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sound like sunshine glad had streamed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through that dark stillness, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And then, amid the silent night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I screamed with horrible delight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in my brain an awful light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did seem to crackle, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is my curse! sweet memories fall</span><br > +<span class="i0">From me like snow,—and only all</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of that one night, like cold worms crawl</span><br > +<span class="i0">My doomed heart over, Rosaline!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Why wilt thou haunt me with thine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherein such blessed memories,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such pitying forgiveness lies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than hate more bitter, Rosaline?</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 151]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Woe's me! I know that love so high</span><br > +<span class="i0">As thine, true soul, could never die,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with mean clay in churchyard lie,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Would it might be so, Rosaline!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Shepherd" id="Shepherd"></a></p> +<p><a id="Shepherd"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS.</h4> -<span class="i00">There came a youth upon the earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some thousand years ago,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose slender hands were nothing worth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether to plough, or reap, or sow.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Upon an empty tortoise-shell</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He stretched some chords, and drew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Music that made men's bosoms swell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then King Admetus, one who had</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Pure taste by right divine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Decreed his singing not too bad</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hear between the cups of wine:</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And so, well-pleased with being soothed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into a sweet half-sleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Three times his kingly beard he smoothed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And made him viceroy o'er his sheep.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">His words were simple words enough,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet he used them so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That what in other mouths was rough</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In his seemed musical and low.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Men called him but a shiftless youth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In whom no good they saw;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet, unwittingly, in truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They made his careless words their law.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">They knew not how he learned at all,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For idly, hour by hour,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sat and watched the dead leaves fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or mused upon a common flower.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 152]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">It seemed the loveliness of things</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Did teach him all their use,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He found a healing power profuse.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Men granted that his speech was wise,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But, when a glance they caught</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of his slim grace and woman's eyes,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There came a youth upon the earth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some thousand years ago,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose slender hands were nothing worth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether to plough, or reap, or sow.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Upon an empty tortoise-shell</span><br > +<span class="i2">He stretched some chords, and drew</span><br > +<span class="i0">Music that made men's bosoms swell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then King Admetus, one who had</span><br > +<span class="i2">Pure taste by right divine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Decreed his singing not too bad</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hear between the cups of wine:</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And so, well-pleased with being soothed</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into a sweet half-sleep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Three times his kingly beard he smoothed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And made him viceroy o'er his sheep.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">His words were simple words enough,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet he used them so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That what in other mouths was rough</span><br > +<span class="i0">In his seemed musical and low.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Men called him but a shiftless youth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In whom no good they saw;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet, unwittingly, in truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They made his careless words their law.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">They knew not how he learned at all,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For idly, hour by hour,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sat and watched the dead leaves fall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or mused upon a common flower.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 152]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">It seemed the loveliness of things</span><br > +<span class="i2">Did teach him all their use,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He found a healing power profuse.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Men granted that his speech was wise,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But, when a glance they caught</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of his slim grace and woman's eyes,</span><br > <span class="i0">They laughed, and called him good-for-naught.</span> -<br /> - -<span class="i00">Yet after he was dead and gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And e'en his memory dim,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earth seemed more sweet to live upon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More full of love, because of him.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And day by day more holy grew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Each spot where he had trod,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till after-poets only knew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their first-born brother as a god.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<br > + +<span class="i00">Yet after he was dead and gone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And e'en his memory dim,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earth seemed more sweet to live upon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More full of love, because of him.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And day by day more holy grew</span><br > +<span class="i2">Each spot where he had trod,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till after-poets only knew</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their first-born brother as a god.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Token" id="Token"></a></p> +<p><a id="Token"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE TOKEN.</h4> -<span class="i00">It is a mere wild rosebud,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Quite sallow now, and dry,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">It is a mere wild rosebud,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Quite sallow now, and dry,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet there 's something wondrous in it,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Some gleams of days gone by,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dear sights and sounds that are to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The very moons of memory,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And stir my heart's blood far below</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its short-lived waves of joy and woe.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Lips must fade and roses wither,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All sweet times be o'er,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They only smile, and, murmuring "Thither!"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Stay with us no more:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet ofttimes a look or smile,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forgotten in a kiss's while,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Years after from the dark will start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And flash across the trembling heart.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou hast given me many roses,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But never one, like this,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 153]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">O'erfloods both sense and spirit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With such a deep, wild bliss;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We must have instincts that glean up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sparse drops of this life in the cup,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose taste shall give us all that we</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can prove of immortality.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Earth's stablest things are shadows,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, in the life to come,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Haply some chance-saved trifle</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May tell of this old home:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As now sometimes we seem to find,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In a dark crevice of the mind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some relic, which, long pondered o'er,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hints faintly at a life before.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Some gleams of days gone by,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dear sights and sounds that are to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">The very moons of memory,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And stir my heart's blood far below</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its short-lived waves of joy and woe.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Lips must fade and roses wither,</span><br > +<span class="i2">All sweet times be o'er,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">They only smile, and, murmuring "Thither!"</span><br > +<span class="i2">Stay with us no more:</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet ofttimes a look or smile,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forgotten in a kiss's while,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Years after from the dark will start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And flash across the trembling heart.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou hast given me many roses,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But never one, like this,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 153]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">O'erfloods both sense and spirit</span><br > +<span class="i2">With such a deep, wild bliss;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We must have instincts that glean up</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sparse drops of this life in the cup,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose taste shall give us all that we</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can prove of immortality.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Earth's stablest things are shadows,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, in the life to come,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Haply some chance-saved trifle</span><br > +<span class="i2">May tell of this old home:</span><br > +<span class="i0">As now sometimes we seem to find,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In a dark crevice of the mind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some relic, which, long pondered o'er,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hints faintly at a life before.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Incident" id="Incident"></a></p> +<p><a id="Incident"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>AN INCIDENT IN A RAILROAD CAR.</h4> -<span class="i02">He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Pressed round to hear the praise of one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As homespun as their own.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough</span><br > +<span class="i2">Pressed round to hear the praise of one</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff,</span><br > +<span class="i4">As homespun as their own.</span><br > -<span class="i02">And, when he read, they forward leaned,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Drinking, with thirsty hearts and ears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His brook-like songs whom glory never weaned</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From humble smiles and tears.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">And, when he read, they forward leaned,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Drinking, with thirsty hearts and ears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His brook-like songs whom glory never weaned</span><br > +<span class="i4">From humble smiles and tears.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Slowly there grew a tender awe,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if in him who read they felt and saw</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Some presence of the bard.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Slowly there grew a tender awe,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if in him who read they felt and saw</span><br > +<span class="i4">Some presence of the bard.</span><br > -<span class="i02">It was a sight for sin and wrong</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And slavish tyranny to see,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">It was a sight for sin and wrong</span><br > +<span class="i2">And slavish tyranny to see,</span><br > <span class="i0">A sight to make our faith more pure and -strong</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In high humanity.</span><br /> +strong</span><br > +<span class="i4">In high humanity.</span><br > -<span class="i02">I thought, these men will carry hence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Promptings their former life above,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And something of a finer reverence</span><br /> -<span class="i4">For beauty, truth, and love.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I thought, these men will carry hence</span><br > +<span class="i2">Promptings their former life above,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And something of a finer reverence</span><br > +<span class="i4">For beauty, truth, and love.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 154]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 154]</span><br > -<span class="i02">God scatters love on every side,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Freely among his children all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And always hearts are lying open wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Wherein some grains may fall.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">God scatters love on every side,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Freely among his children all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And always hearts are lying open wide,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Wherein some grains may fall.</span><br > -<span class="i02">There is no wind but soweth seeds</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of a more true and open life,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">There is no wind but soweth seeds</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of a more true and open life,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which burst, unlooked-for, into high-souled -deeds,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">With wayside beauty rife.</span><br /> +deeds,</span><br > +<span class="i4">With wayside beauty rife.</span><br > -<span class="i02">We find within these souls of ours</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some wild germs of a higher birth,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">We find within these souls of ours</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some wild germs of a higher birth,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Whose fragrance fills the earth.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Within the hearts of all men lie</span><br /> -<span class="i2">These promises of wider bliss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which blossom into hopes that cannot die,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In sunny hours like this.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">All that hath been majestical</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In life or death, since time began,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is native in the simple heart of all,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The angel heart of man.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">And thus, among the untaught poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Great deeds and feelings find a home,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That cast in shadow all the golden lore</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of classic Greece and Rome.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">O, mighty brother-soul of man,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where'er thou art, in low or high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy skiey arches with exulting span</span><br /> -<span class="i4">O'er-roof infinity!</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">All thoughts that mould the age begin</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Deep down within the primitive soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And from the many slowly upward win</span><br /> -<span class="i4">To one who grasps the whole:</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">In his wide brain the feeling deep</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That struggled on the many's tongue</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Whose fragrance fills the earth.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Within the hearts of all men lie</span><br > +<span class="i2">These promises of wider bliss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which blossom into hopes that cannot die,</span><br > +<span class="i4">In sunny hours like this.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">All that hath been majestical</span><br > +<span class="i2">In life or death, since time began,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is native in the simple heart of all,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The angel heart of man.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">And thus, among the untaught poor,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Great deeds and feelings find a home,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That cast in shadow all the golden lore</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of classic Greece and Rome.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">O, mighty brother-soul of man,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where'er thou art, in low or high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy skiey arches with exulting span</span><br > +<span class="i4">O'er-roof infinity!</span><br > + +<span class="i02">All thoughts that mould the age begin</span><br > +<span class="i2">Deep down within the primitive soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And from the many slowly upward win</span><br > +<span class="i4">To one who grasps the whole:</span><br > + +<span class="i02">In his wide brain the feeling deep</span><br > +<span class="i2">That struggled on the many's tongue</span><br > <span class="i0">Swells to a tide of thought, whose surges -leap</span><br /> -<span class="i4">O'er the weak thrones of wrong.</span><br /> +leap</span><br > +<span class="i4">O'er the weak thrones of wrong.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 155]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 155]</span><br > -<span class="i02">All thought begins in feeling,—wide</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the great mass its base is hid,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">All thought begins in feeling,—wide</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the great mass its base is hid,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, narrowing up to thought, stands -glorified,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A moveless pyramid.</span><br /> +glorified,</span><br > +<span class="i4">A moveless pyramid.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Nor is he far astray who deems</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Nor is he far astray who deems</span><br > <span class="i2">That every hope, which rises and grows broad</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">In the world's heart, by ordered impulse -streams</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From the great heart of God.</span><br /> +streams</span><br > +<span class="i4">From the great heart of God.</span><br > -<span class="i02">God wills, man hopes: in common souls</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hope is but vague and undefined,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">God wills, man hopes: in common souls</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hope is but vague and undefined,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till from the poet's tongue the message rolls</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">A blessing to his kind.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">A blessing to his kind.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Never did Poesy appear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So full of heaven to me, as when</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Never did Poesy appear</span><br > +<span class="i2">So full of heaven to me, as when</span><br > <span class="i0">I saw how it would pierce through pride and -fear</span><br /> -<span class="i4">To the lives of coarsest men.</span><br /> +fear</span><br > +<span class="i4">To the lives of coarsest men.</span><br > -<span class="i02">It may be glorious to write</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thoughts that shall glad the two or three</span><br /> +<span class="i02">It may be glorious to write</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thoughts that shall glad the two or three</span><br > <span class="i0">High souls, like those far stars that come in -sight</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Once in a century;—</span><br /> +sight</span><br > +<span class="i4">Once in a century;—</span><br > -<span class="i02">But better far it is to speak</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One simple word, which now and then</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall waken their free nature in the weak</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And friendless sons of men;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">But better far it is to speak</span><br > +<span class="i2">One simple word, which now and then</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall waken their free nature in the weak</span><br > +<span class="i4">And friendless sons of men;</span><br > -<span class="i02">To write some earnest verse or line,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which, seeking not the praise of art,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall make a clearer faith and manhood shine</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In the untutored heart.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">To write some earnest verse or line,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which, seeking not the praise of art,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall make a clearer faith and manhood shine</span><br > +<span class="i4">In the untutored heart.</span><br > -<span class="i02">He who doth this, in verse or prose,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May be forgotten in his day,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">He who doth this, in verse or prose,</span><br > +<span class="i2">May be forgotten in his day,</span><br > <span class="i0">But surely shall be crowned at last with -those</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Who live and speak for aye.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +those</span><br > +<span class="i4">Who live and speak for aye.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Rhoecus" id="Rhoecus"></a></p> +<p><a id="Rhoecus"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 156]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 156]</span><br > <h4>RHŒCUS.</h4> -<span class="i02">God sends his teachers unto every age,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To every clime, and every race of men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With revelations fitted to their growth</span><br /> +<span class="i02">God sends his teachers unto every age,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To every clime, and every race of men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With revelations fitted to their growth</span><br > <span class="i0">And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of -Truth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the selfish rule of one sole race:</span><br /> +Truth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the selfish rule of one sole race:</span><br > <span class="i0">Therefore each form of worship that hath -swayed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The life of man, and given it to grasp</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The master-key of knowledge, reverence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Enfolds some germs of goodness and of right;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Else never had the eager soul, which loathes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The slothful down of pampered ignorance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Found in it even a moment's fitful rest.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">There is an instinct in the human heart</span><br /> +swayed</span><br > +<span class="i0">The life of man, and given it to grasp</span><br > +<span class="i0">The master-key of knowledge, reverence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Enfolds some germs of goodness and of right;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Else never had the eager soul, which loathes</span><br > +<span class="i0">The slothful down of pampered ignorance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Found in it even a moment's fitful rest.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">There is an instinct in the human heart</span><br > <span class="i0">Which makes that all the fables it hath -coined,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To justify the reign of its belief</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And strengthen it by beauty's right divine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Veil in their inner cells a mystic gift,</span><br /> +coined,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To justify the reign of its belief</span><br > +<span class="i0">And strengthen it by beauty's right divine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Veil in their inner cells a mystic gift,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, like the hazel twig, in faithful -hands,</span><br /> +hands,</span><br > <span class="i0">Points surely to the hidden springs of truth.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">For, as in nature naught is made in vain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But all things have within their hull of use</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A wisdom and a meaning which may speak</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of spiritual secrets to the ear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of spirit; so, in whatsoe'er the heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath fashioned for a solace to itself,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make its inspirations suit its creed,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">For, as in nature naught is made in vain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But all things have within their hull of use</span><br > +<span class="i0">A wisdom and a meaning which may speak</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of spiritual secrets to the ear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of spirit; so, in whatsoe'er the heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath fashioned for a solace to itself,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make its inspirations suit its creed,</span><br > <span class="i0">And from the niggard hands of falsehood wring</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Its needful food of truth, there ever is</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sympathy with Nature, which reveals,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Its needful food of truth, there ever is</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sympathy with Nature, which reveals,</span><br > <span class="i0">Not less than her own works, pure gleams of -light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And earnest parables of inward lore.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As full of freedom, youth, and beauty still</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the immortal freshness of that grace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Carved for all ages on some Attic frieze.</span><br /> +light</span><br > +<span class="i0">And earnest parables of inward lore.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As full of freedom, youth, and beauty still</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the immortal freshness of that grace</span><br > +<span class="i0">Carved for all ages on some Attic frieze.</span><br > <span class="i02">A youth named Rhœcus, wandering in the -wood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Saw an old oak just trembling to its fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, feeling pity of so fair a tree,</span><br /> +wood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Saw an old oak just trembling to its fall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, feeling pity of so fair a tree,</span><br > <span class="i0">He propped its gray trunk with admiring care,</span> -<br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 157]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with a thoughtless footstep loitered on.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, as he turned, he heard a voice behind</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 157]</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with a thoughtless footstep loitered on.</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, as he turned, he heard a voice behind</span><br > <span class="i0">That murmured "Rhœcus!" 'Twas as if the -leaves,</span><br /> +leaves,</span><br > <span class="i0">Stirred by a passing breath, had murmured it,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And, while he paused bewildered, yet again</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And, while he paused bewildered, yet again</span><br > <span class="i0">It murmured "Rhœcus!" softer than a -breeze.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He started and beheld with dizzy eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What seemed the substance of a happy dream</span><br /> +breeze.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He started and beheld with dizzy eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">What seemed the substance of a happy dream</span><br > <span class="i0">Stand there before him, spreading a warm glow</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Within the green glooms of the shadowy oak.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seemed a woman's shape, yet all too fair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be a woman, and with eyes too meek</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For any that were wont to mate with gods.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All naked like a goddess stood she there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And like a goddess all too beautiful</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To feel the guilt-born earthliness of shame.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Within the green glooms of the shadowy oak.</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seemed a woman's shape, yet all too fair</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be a woman, and with eyes too meek</span><br > +<span class="i0">For any that were wont to mate with gods.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All naked like a goddess stood she there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And like a goddess all too beautiful</span><br > +<span class="i0">To feel the guilt-born earthliness of shame.</span><br > <span class="i0a">"Rhœcus, I am the Dryad of this tree,"</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Thus she began, dropping her low-toned words</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Thus she began, dropping her low-toned words</span><br > <span class="i0">Serene, and full, and clear, as drops of dew,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0a">"And with it I am doomed to live and die;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rain and sunshine are my caterers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor have I other bliss than simple life;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now ask me what thou wilt, that I can give,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with a thankful joy it shall be thine."</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0a">"And with it I am doomed to live and die;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rain and sunshine are my caterers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor have I other bliss than simple life;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now ask me what thou wilt, that I can give,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with a thankful joy it shall be thine."</span><br > <span class="i02">Then Rhœcus, with a flutter at the -heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet, by the prompting of such beauty, bold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Answered: "What is there that can satisfy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The endless craving of the soul but love?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Give me thy love, or but the hope of that</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which must be evermore my spirit's goal."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">After a little pause she said again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But with a glimpse of sadness in her tone,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet, by the prompting of such beauty, bold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Answered: "What is there that can satisfy</span><br > +<span class="i0">The endless craving of the soul but love?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Give me thy love, or but the hope of that</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which must be evermore my spirit's goal."</span><br > +<span class="i0">After a little pause she said again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But with a glimpse of sadness in her tone,</span><br > <span class="i0a">"I give it, Rhœcus, though a perilous -gift;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An hour before the sunset meet me here."</span><br /> +gift;</span><br > +<span class="i0">An hour before the sunset meet me here."</span><br > <span class="i0">And straightway there was nothing he could -see</span><br /> +see</span><br > <span class="i0">But the green glooms beneath the shadowy oak,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And not a sound came to his straining ears</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But the low trickling rustle of the leaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And far away upon an emerald slope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The falter of an idle shepherd's pipe.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And not a sound came to his straining ears</span><br > +<span class="i0">But the low trickling rustle of the leaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And far away upon an emerald slope</span><br > +<span class="i0">The falter of an idle shepherd's pipe.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Now, in those days of simpleness and faith,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Now, in those days of simpleness and faith,</span><br > <span class="i0">Men did not think that happy things were -dreams</span><br /> +dreams</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 158]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 158]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Because they overstepped the narrow bourne</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of likelihood, but reverently deemed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nothing too wondrous or too beautiful</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To be the guerdon of a daring heart.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Because they overstepped the narrow bourne</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of likelihood, but reverently deemed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nothing too wondrous or too beautiful</span><br > +<span class="i0">To be the guerdon of a daring heart.</span><br > <span class="i0">So Rhœcus made no doubt that he was -blest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all along unto the city's gate</span><br /> +blest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all along unto the city's gate</span><br > <span class="i0">Earth seemed to spring beneath him as he -walked,</span><br /> +walked,</span><br > <span class="i0">The clear, broad sky looked bluer than its -wont,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he could scarce believe he had not wings</span><br /> +wont,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he could scarce believe he had not wings</span><br > <span class="i0">Such sunshine seemed to glitter through his -veins</span><br /> +veins</span><br > <span class="i0">Instead of blood, so light he felt and -strange.</span><br /> +strange.</span><br > <span class="i02">Young Rhœcus had a faithful heart -enough,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But one that in the present dwelt too much,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, taking with blithe welcome whatsoe'er</span><br /> +enough,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But one that in the present dwelt too much,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, taking with blithe welcome whatsoe'er</span><br > <span class="i0">Chance gave of joy, was wholly bound in that,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Like the contented peasant of a vale,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Like the contented peasant of a vale,</span><br > <span class="i0">Deemed it the world, and never looked beyond.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">So, haply meeting in the afternoon</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some comrades who were playing at the dice</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He joined them and forgot all else beside.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">So, haply meeting in the afternoon</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some comrades who were playing at the dice</span><br > +<span class="i0">He joined them and forgot all else beside.</span><br > -<span class="i02">The dice were rattling at the merriest,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The dice were rattling at the merriest,</span><br > <span class="i0">And Rhœcus, who had met but sorry luck,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Just laughed in triumph at a happy throw,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Just laughed in triumph at a happy throw,</span><br > <span class="i0">When through the room there hummed a yellow -bee</span><br /> +bee</span><br > <span class="i0">That buzzed about his ear with down-dropped -legs</span><br /> +legs</span><br > <span class="i0">As if to light. And Rhœcus laughed and -said,</span><br /> +said,</span><br > <span class="i0">Feeling how red and flushed he was with loss,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0a">"By Venus! does he take me for a rose?"</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0a">"By Venus! does he take me for a rose?"</span><br > <span class="i0">And brushed him off with rough, impatient -hand.</span><br /> +hand.</span><br > <span class="i0">But still the bee came back, and thrice again</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Rhœcus did beat him off with growing -wrath.</span><br /> +wrath.</span><br > <span class="i0">Then through the window flew the wounded bee,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And Rhœcus, tracking him with angry -eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Saw a sharp mountain-peak of Thessaly</span><br /> +eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Saw a sharp mountain-peak of Thessaly</span><br > <span class="i0">Against the red disc of the setting -sun,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And instantly the blood sank from his heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if its very walls had caved away.</span><br /> +sun,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And instantly the blood sank from his heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if its very walls had caved away.</span><br > <span class="i0">Without a word he turned, and, rushing forth,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Ran madly through the city and the gate,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Ran madly through the city and the gate,</span><br > <span class="i0">And o'er the plain, which now the wood's long -shade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the low sun thrown forward broad and dim,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Darkened wellnigh unto the city's wall.</span><br /> +shade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the low sun thrown forward broad and dim,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Darkened wellnigh unto the city's wall.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 159]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 159]</span><br > <span class="i02">Quite spent and out of breath he reached the -tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, listening fearfully, he heard once more</span><br /> +tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, listening fearfully, he heard once more</span><br > <span class="i0">The low voice murmur "Rhœcus!" close at -hand:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereat he looked around him, but could see</span><br /> +hand:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereat he looked around him, but could see</span><br > <span class="i0">Naught but the deepening glooms beneath the -oak.</span><br /> +oak.</span><br > <span class="i0">Then sighed the voice, "Oh, Rhœcus! -nevermore</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shalt thou behold me or by day or night,</span><br /> +nevermore</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shalt thou behold me or by day or night,</span><br > <span class="i0">Me, who would fain have blessed thee with a -love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More ripe and bounteous than ever yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Filled up with nectar any mortal heart:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But thou didst scorn my humble messenger,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sent'st him back to me with bruisèd -wings.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We spirits only show to gentle eyes.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We ever ask an undivided love,</span><br /> +love</span><br > +<span class="i0">More ripe and bounteous than ever yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Filled up with nectar any mortal heart:</span><br > +<span class="i0">But thou didst scorn my humble messenger,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sent'st him back to me with bruisèd +wings.</span><br > +<span class="i0">We spirits only show to gentle eyes.</span><br > +<span class="i0">We ever ask an undivided love,</span><br > <span class="i0">And he who scorns the least of Nature's works</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Farewell! for thou canst never see me more."</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Farewell! for thou canst never see me more."</span><br > <span class="i02">Then Rhœcus beat his breast, and groaned -aloud</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cried, "Be pitiful! forgive me yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This once, and I shall never need it more!"</span><br /> +aloud</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cried, "Be pitiful! forgive me yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">This once, and I shall never need it more!"</span><br > <span class="i0a">"Alas!" the voice returned, "'tis thou art -blind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not I unmerciful; I can forgive,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But have no skill to heal thy spirit's eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the soul hath power o'er itself."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With that again there murmured "Nevermore!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Rhœcus after heard no other sound,</span><br /> +blind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not I unmerciful; I can forgive,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But have no skill to heal thy spirit's eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the soul hath power o'er itself."</span><br > +<span class="i0">With that again there murmured "Nevermore!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Rhœcus after heard no other sound,</span><br > <span class="i0">Except the rattling of the oak's crisp -leaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like the long surf upon a distant shore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Raking the sea-worn pebbles up and down.</span><br /> +leaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like the long surf upon a distant shore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Raking the sea-worn pebbles up and down.</span><br > <span class="i0">The night had gathered round him: o'er the -plain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The city sparkled with its thousand lights,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sounds of revel fell upon his ear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Harshly and like a curse; above, the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With all its bright sublimity of stars,</span><br /> +plain</span><br > +<span class="i0">The city sparkled with its thousand lights,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sounds of revel fell upon his ear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Harshly and like a curse; above, the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With all its bright sublimity of stars,</span><br > <span class="i0">Deepened, and on his forehead smote the -breeze;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beauty was all around him and delight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But from that eve he was alone on earth.</span><br /> +breeze;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beauty was all around him and delight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But from that eve he was alone on earth.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 160]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 160]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Falcon" id="Falcon"></a></p> +<p><a id="Falcon"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE FALCON.</h4> -<span class="i00">I know a falcon swift and peerless</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As e'er was cradled in the pine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No bird had ever eye so fearless,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or wings so strong as this of mine.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The winds not better love to pilot</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A cloud with molten gold o'errun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than him, a little burning islet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A star above the coming sun.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">For with a lark's heart he doth tower,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By a glorious, upward instinct drawn;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No bee nestles deeper in the flower</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than he in the bursting rose of dawn.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">No harmless dove, no bird that singeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shudders to see him overhead;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rush of his fierce swooping bringeth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To innocent hearts no thrill of dread.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Let fraud and wrong and baseness shiver,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For still between them and the sky</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The falcon Truth hangs poised forever</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And marks them with his vengeful eye.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I know a falcon swift and peerless</span><br > +<span class="i2">As e'er was cradled in the pine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No bird had ever eye so fearless,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or wings so strong as this of mine.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The winds not better love to pilot</span><br > +<span class="i2">A cloud with molten gold o'errun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than him, a little burning islet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A star above the coming sun.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">For with a lark's heart he doth tower,</span><br > +<span class="i2">By a glorious, upward instinct drawn;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No bee nestles deeper in the flower</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than he in the bursting rose of dawn.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">No harmless dove, no bird that singeth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shudders to see him overhead;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rush of his fierce swooping bringeth</span><br > +<span class="i2">To innocent hearts no thrill of dread.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Let fraud and wrong and baseness shiver,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For still between them and the sky</span><br > +<span class="i0">The falcon Truth hangs poised forever</span><br > +<span class="i2">And marks them with his vengeful eye.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Trial" id="Trial"></a></p> +<p><a id="Trial"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TRIAL.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">Whether the idle prisoner through his grate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Watches the waving of the grass-tuft small,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Whether the idle prisoner through his grate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Watches the waving of the grass-tuft small,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, having colonized its rift i' the wall,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Takes its free risk of good or evil fate,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Takes its free risk of good or evil fate,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, from the sky's just helmet draws its lot</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Daily of shower or sunshine, cold or -hot;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether the closer captive of a creed,</span><br /> +hot;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether the closer captive of a creed,</span><br > <span class="i0">Cooped up from birth to grind out endless -chaff,</span><br /> +chaff,</span><br > <span class="i0">Sees through his treadmill-bars the noonday -laugh,</span><br /> +laugh,</span><br > <span class="i0">And feels in vain his crumpled pinions -breed;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether the Georgian slave look up and mark,</span><br /> +breed;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether the Georgian slave look up and mark,</span><br > <span class="i0">With bellying sails puffed full, the tall -cloud-bark</span><br /> +cloud-bark</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 161]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 161]</span><br > <span class="i0">Sink northward slowly,—thou alone seem'st -good,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fair only thou, O Freedom, whose desire</span><br /> +good,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fair only thou, O Freedom, whose desire</span><br > <span class="i0">Can light in muddiest souls quick seeds of -fire,</span><br /> +fire,</span><br > <span class="i0">And strain life's chords to the old heroic -mood.</span><br /> +mood.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> <span class="i00">Yet are there other gifts more fair than -thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor can I count him happiest who has never</span><br /> +thine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor can I count him happiest who has never</span><br > <span class="i0">Been forced with his own hand his chains to -sever,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And for himself find out the way divine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He never knew the aspirer's glorious pains,</span><br /> +sever,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And for himself find out the way divine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He never knew the aspirer's glorious pains,</span><br > <span class="i0">He never earned the struggle's priceless -gains.</span><br /> +gains.</span><br > <span class="i0">O, block by block, with sore and sharp -endeavor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lifelong we build these human natures up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into a temple fit for freedom's shrine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Trial ever consecrates the cup</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherefrom we pour her sacrificial wine.</span><br /> +endeavor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lifelong we build these human natures up</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into a temple fit for freedom's shrine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Trial ever consecrates the cup</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherefrom we pour her sacrificial wine.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Requiem" id="Requiem"></a></p> +<p><a id="Requiem"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A REQUIEM.</h4> -<span class="i00">Ay, pale and silent maiden,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cold as thou liest there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thine was the sunniest nature</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That ever drew the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The wildest and most wayward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet so gently kind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou seemedst but to body</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A breath of summer wind.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Into the eternal shadow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That girds our life around,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the infinite silence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wherewith Death's shore is bound,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast gone forth, belovèd!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And I were mean to weep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That thou hast left Life's shallows,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And dost possess the Deep.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou liest low and silent,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy heart is cold and still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes are shut forever,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And Death hath had his will;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 162]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">He loved and would have taken,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I loved and would have kept,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We strove,—and he was stronger,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And I have never wept.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Let him possess thy body,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy soul is still with me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More sunny and more gladsome</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than it was wont to be:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy body was a fetter</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That bound me to the flesh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thank God that it is broken,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And now I live afresh!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now I can see thee clearly;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The dusky cloud of clay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That hid thy starry spirit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is rent and blown away:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To earth I give thy body,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy spirit to the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I saw its bright wings growing,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And knew that thou must fly.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now I can love thee truly,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For nothing comes between</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The senses and the spirit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The seen and the unseen;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lifts the eternal shadow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The silence bursts apart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the soul's boundless future</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is present in my heart.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Ay, pale and silent maiden,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cold as thou liest there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thine was the sunniest nature</span><br > +<span class="i2">That ever drew the air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The wildest and most wayward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet so gently kind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou seemedst but to body</span><br > +<span class="i2">A breath of summer wind.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Into the eternal shadow</span><br > +<span class="i2">That girds our life around,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the infinite silence</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wherewith Death's shore is bound,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast gone forth, belovèd!</span><br > +<span class="i2">And I were mean to weep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That thou hast left Life's shallows,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And dost possess the Deep.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou liest low and silent,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy heart is cold and still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thine eyes are shut forever,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And Death hath had his will;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 162]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">He loved and would have taken,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I loved and would have kept,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We strove,—and he was stronger,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And I have never wept.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Let him possess thy body,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy soul is still with me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More sunny and more gladsome</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than it was wont to be:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy body was a fetter</span><br > +<span class="i2">That bound me to the flesh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thank God that it is broken,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And now I live afresh!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now I can see thee clearly;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The dusky cloud of clay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That hid thy starry spirit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is rent and blown away:</span><br > +<span class="i0">To earth I give thy body,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy spirit to the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I saw its bright wings growing,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And knew that thou must fly.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now I can love thee truly,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For nothing comes between</span><br > +<span class="i0">The senses and the spirit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The seen and the unseen;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lifts the eternal shadow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The silence bursts apart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the soul's boundless future</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is present in my heart.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Parable1" id="Parable1"></a></p> +<p><a id="Parable1"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A PARABLE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Worn and footsore was the Prophet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When he gained the holy hill;</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"God has left the earth," he murmured,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"Here his presence lingers still.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"God of all the olden prophets,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wilt thou speak with men no more?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have I not as truly served thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As thy chosen ones of yore?</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 163]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Hear me, guider of my fathers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lo! a humble heart is mine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By thy mercy I beseech thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Grant thy servant but a sign!"</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Bowing then his head, he listened</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For an answer to his prayer;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No loud burst of thunder followed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Not a murmur stirred the air:—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But the tuft of moss before him</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Opened while he waited yet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, from out the rock's hard bosom,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sprang a tender violet.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"God! I thank thee," said the Prophet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"Hard of heart and blind was I,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looking to the holy mountain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For the gift of prophecy.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Still thou speakest with thy children</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Freely as in eld sublime;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Humbleness, and love, and patience,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still give empire over time.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Had I trusted in my nature,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And had faith in lowly things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou thyself wouldst then have sought me,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And set free my spirit's wings.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"But I looked for signs and wonders,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That o'er men should give me sway,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thirsting to be more than mortal,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I was even less than clay.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Ere I entered on my journey,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As I girt my loins to start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ran to me my little daughter,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The beloved of my heart;—</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"In her hand she held a flower,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like to this as like may be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, beside my very threshold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">She had plucked and brought to me."</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Worn and footsore was the Prophet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When he gained the holy hill;</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"God has left the earth," he murmured,</span><br > +<span class="i2">"Here his presence lingers still.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"God of all the olden prophets,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wilt thou speak with men no more?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have I not as truly served thee,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As thy chosen ones of yore?</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 163]</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Hear me, guider of my fathers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lo! a humble heart is mine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">By thy mercy I beseech thee,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Grant thy servant but a sign!"</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Bowing then his head, he listened</span><br > +<span class="i2">For an answer to his prayer;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No loud burst of thunder followed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Not a murmur stirred the air:—</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But the tuft of moss before him</span><br > +<span class="i2">Opened while he waited yet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, from out the rock's hard bosom,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sprang a tender violet.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"God! I thank thee," said the Prophet</span><br > +<span class="i2">"Hard of heart and blind was I,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looking to the holy mountain</span><br > +<span class="i2">For the gift of prophecy.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Still thou speakest with thy children</span><br > +<span class="i2">Freely as in eld sublime;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Humbleness, and love, and patience,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still give empire over time.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Had I trusted in my nature,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And had faith in lowly things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou thyself wouldst then have sought me,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And set free my spirit's wings.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"But I looked for signs and wonders,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That o'er men should give me sway,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thirsting to be more than mortal,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I was even less than clay.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Ere I entered on my journey,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As I girt my loins to start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ran to me my little daughter,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The beloved of my heart;—</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"In her hand she held a flower,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like to this as like may be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, beside my very threshold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">She had plucked and brought to me."</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Glance" id="Glance"></a></p> +<p><a id="Glance"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 164]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 164]</span><br > <h4>A GLANCE BEHIND THE CURTAIN.</h4> -<span class="i02">We see but half the causes of our deeds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seeking them wholly in the outer life,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And heedless of the encircling spirit-world,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">We see but half the causes of our deeds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seeking them wholly in the outer life,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And heedless of the encircling spirit-world,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, though unseen, is felt, and sows in us</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">All germs of pure and world-wide purposes.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From one stage of our being to the next</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We pass unconscious o'er a slender bridge,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The momentary work of unseen hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which crumbles down behind us; looking back,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We see the other shore, the gulf between,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">All germs of pure and world-wide purposes.</span><br > +<span class="i0">From one stage of our being to the next</span><br > +<span class="i0">We pass unconscious o'er a slender bridge,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The momentary work of unseen hands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which crumbles down behind us; looking back,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We see the other shore, the gulf between,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, marvelling how we won to where we stand,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Content ourselves to call the builder Chance,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">We trace the wisdom to the apple's fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not to the birth-throes of a mighty Truth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, for long ages in blank Chaos dumb,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet yearned to be incarnate, and had found</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At last a spirit meet to be the womb</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">We trace the wisdom to the apple's fall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not to the birth-throes of a mighty Truth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, for long ages in blank Chaos dumb,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet yearned to be incarnate, and had found</span><br > +<span class="i0">At last a spirit meet to be the womb</span><br > <span class="i0">From which it might be born to bless -mankind,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not to the soul of Newton, ripe with all</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hoarded thoughtfulness of earnest years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And waiting but one ray of sunlight more</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To blossom fully.</span><br /> - -<span class="i08">But whence came that ray?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We call our sorrows Destiny, but ought</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rather to name our high successes so.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the instincts of great souls are Fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And have predestined sway: all other things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Except by leave of us, could never be.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For Destiny is but the breath of God</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still moving in us, the last fragment left</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of our unfallen nature, waking oft</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Within our thought, to beckon us beyond</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The narrow circle of the seen and known,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And always tending to a noble end,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As all things must that overrule the soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And for a space unseat the helmsman, Will.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The fate of England and of freedom once</span><br /> +mankind,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not to the soul of Newton, ripe with all</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hoarded thoughtfulness of earnest years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And waiting but one ray of sunlight more</span><br > +<span class="i0">To blossom fully.</span><br > + +<span class="i08">But whence came that ray?</span><br > +<span class="i0">We call our sorrows Destiny, but ought</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rather to name our high successes so.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the instincts of great souls are Fate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And have predestined sway: all other things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Except by leave of us, could never be.</span><br > +<span class="i0">For Destiny is but the breath of God</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still moving in us, the last fragment left</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of our unfallen nature, waking oft</span><br > +<span class="i0">Within our thought, to beckon us beyond</span><br > +<span class="i0">The narrow circle of the seen and known,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And always tending to a noble end,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As all things must that overrule the soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And for a space unseat the helmsman, Will.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The fate of England and of freedom once</span><br > <span class="i0">Seemed wavering in the heart of one plain -man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One step of his and the great dial-hand,</span><br /> +man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One step of his and the great dial-hand,</span><br > <span class="i0">That marks the destined progress of the world</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 165]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 165]</span><br > -<span class="i0">In the eternal round from wisdom on</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To higher wisdom, had been made to pause</span><br /> +<span class="i0">In the eternal round from wisdom on</span><br > +<span class="i0">To higher wisdom, had been made to pause</span><br > <span class="i0">A hundred years. That step he did not -take,—</span><br /> +take,—</span><br > <span class="i0">He knew not why, nor we, but only God,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And lived to make his simple oaken chair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More terrible and grandly beautiful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More full of majesty than any throne</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before or after, of a British king.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Upon the pier stood two stern-visaged men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looking to where a little craft lay moored,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Swayed by the lazy current of the Thames,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which weltered by in muddy listlessness.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And lived to make his simple oaken chair</span><br > +<span class="i0">More terrible and grandly beautiful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More full of majesty than any throne</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before or after, of a British king.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Upon the pier stood two stern-visaged men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looking to where a little craft lay moored,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Swayed by the lazy current of the Thames,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which weltered by in muddy listlessness.</span><br > <span class="i0">Grave men they were, and battlings of fierce -thought</span><br /> +thought</span><br > <span class="i0">Had trampled out all softness from their -brows,</span><br /> +brows,</span><br > <span class="i0">And ploughed rough furrows there before their -time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For another crop than such as homebred Peace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sows broadcast in the willing soil of Youth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Care, not of self, but of the commonweal,</span><br /> +time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For another crop than such as homebred Peace</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sows broadcast in the willing soil of Youth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Care, not of self, but of the commonweal,</span><br > <span class="i0">Had robbed their eyes of youth, and left -instead</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A look of patient power and iron will,</span><br /> +instead</span><br > +<span class="i0">A look of patient power and iron will,</span><br > <span class="i0">And something fiercer, too, that gave broad -hint</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the plain weapons girded at their sides.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The younger had an aspect of command,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not such as trickles down, a slender stream,</span><br /> +hint</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the plain weapons girded at their sides.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The younger had an aspect of command,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not such as trickles down, a slender stream,</span><br > <span class="i0">In the shrunk channel of a great -descent,—</span><br /> +descent,—</span><br > <span class="i0">But such as lies entowered in heart and head,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And an arm prompt to do the 'hests of both.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His was a brow where gold were out of place,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet it seemed right worthy of a crown,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">(Though he despised such,) were it only made</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of iron, or some serviceable stuff</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And an arm prompt to do the 'hests of both.</span><br > +<span class="i0">His was a brow where gold were out of place,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet it seemed right worthy of a crown,</span><br > +<span class="i0">(Though he despised such,) were it only made</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of iron, or some serviceable stuff</span><br > <span class="i0">That would have matched his sinewy, brown -face.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The elder, although he hardly seemed,</span><br /> +face.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The elder, although he hardly seemed,</span><br > <span class="i0">(Care makes so little of some five short -years,)</span><br /> +years,)</span><br > <span class="i0">Had a clear, honest face, whose rough-hewn -strength</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was mildened by the scholar's wiser heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To sober courage, such as best befits</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The unsullied temper of a well-taught mind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet so remained that one could plainly guess</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hushed volcano smouldering underneath.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He spoke: the other, hearing, kept his gaze</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still fixed, as on some problem in the sky.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 166]</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">"O, Cromwell, we are fallen on evil times!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There was a day when England had wide room</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For honest men as well as foolish kings;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But now the uneasy stomach of the time</span><br /> +strength</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was mildened by the scholar's wiser heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">To sober courage, such as best befits</span><br > +<span class="i0">The unsullied temper of a well-taught mind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet so remained that one could plainly guess</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hushed volcano smouldering underneath.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He spoke: the other, hearing, kept his gaze</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still fixed, as on some problem in the sky.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 166]</span><br > + +<span class="i02">"O, Cromwell, we are fallen on evil times!</span><br > +<span class="i0">There was a day when England had wide room</span><br > +<span class="i0">For honest men as well as foolish kings;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But now the uneasy stomach of the time</span><br > <span class="i0">Turns squeamish at them both. Therefore let -us</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seek out that savage clime, where men as yet</span><br /> +us</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seek out that savage clime, where men as yet</span><br > <span class="i0">Are free: there sleeps the vessel on the -tide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her languid canvas drooping for the wind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Give us but that, and what need we to fear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This Order of the Council? The free waves</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will not say, No, to please a wayward king,</span><br /> +tide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her languid canvas drooping for the wind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Give us but that, and what need we to fear</span><br > +<span class="i0">This Order of the Council? The free waves</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will not say, No, to please a wayward king,</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor will the winds turn traitors at his beck:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">All things are fitly cared for, and the Lord</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will watch as kindly o'er the exodus</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of us his servants now, as in old time.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We have no cloud or fire, and haply we</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">All things are fitly cared for, and the Lord</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will watch as kindly o'er the exodus</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of us his servants now, as in old time.</span><br > +<span class="i0">We have no cloud or fire, and haply we</span><br > <span class="i0">May not pass dry-shod through the -ocean-stream;</span><br /> +ocean-stream;</span><br > <span class="i0">But, saved or lost, all things are in His -hand."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So spake he, and meantime the other stood</span><br /> +hand."</span><br > +<span class="i0">So spake he, and meantime the other stood</span><br > <span class="i0">With wide gray eyes still reading the blank -air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if upon the sky's blue wall he saw</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some mystic sentence, written by a hand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such as of old made pale the Assyrian king,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Girt with his satraps in the blazing feast.</span><br /> +air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if upon the sky's blue wall he saw</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some mystic sentence, written by a hand</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such as of old made pale the Assyrian king,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Girt with his satraps in the blazing feast.</span><br > -<span class="i02">"Hampden! a moment since, my purpose was</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"Hampden! a moment since, my purpose was</span><br > <span class="i0">To fly with thee,—for I will call it -flight,</span><br /> +flight,</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor flatter it with any smoother name,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But something in me bids me not to go;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I am one, thou knowest, who, unmoved</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By what the weak deem omens, yet give heed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And reverence due to whatsoe'er my soul</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whispers of warning to the inner ear.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Moreover, as I know that God brings round</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His purposes in ways undreamed by us,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And makes the wicked but his instruments</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hasten on their swift and sudden fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see the beauty of his providence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the King's order: blind, he will not let</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His doom part from him, but must bid it stay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As 't were a cricket, whose enlivening chirp</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He loved to hear beneath his very hearth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why should we fly? Nay, why not rather stay</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 167]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And rear again our Zion's crumbled walls,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But something in me bids me not to go;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I am one, thou knowest, who, unmoved</span><br > +<span class="i0">By what the weak deem omens, yet give heed</span><br > +<span class="i0">And reverence due to whatsoe'er my soul</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whispers of warning to the inner ear.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Moreover, as I know that God brings round</span><br > +<span class="i0">His purposes in ways undreamed by us,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And makes the wicked but his instruments</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hasten on their swift and sudden fall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see the beauty of his providence</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the King's order: blind, he will not let</span><br > +<span class="i0">His doom part from him, but must bid it stay</span><br > +<span class="i0">As 't were a cricket, whose enlivening chirp</span><br > +<span class="i0">He loved to hear beneath his very hearth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why should we fly? Nay, why not rather stay</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 167]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And rear again our Zion's crumbled walls,</span><br > <span class="i0">Not, as of old the walls of Thebes were -built,</span><br /> +built,</span><br > <span class="i0">By minstrel twanging, but, if need should be,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">With the more potent music of our swords?</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">With the more potent music of our swords?</span><br > <span class="i0">Think'st thou that score of men beyond the -sea</span><br /> +sea</span><br > <span class="i0">Claim more God's care than all of England -here?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No: when he moves His arm, it is to aid</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whole peoples, heedless if a few be crushed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As some are ever, when the destiny</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of man takes one stride onward nearer home.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Believe it, 'tis the mass of men He loves;</span><br /> +here?</span><br > +<span class="i0">No: when he moves His arm, it is to aid</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whole peoples, heedless if a few be crushed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As some are ever, when the destiny</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of man takes one stride onward nearer home.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Believe it, 'tis the mass of men He loves;</span><br > <span class="i0">And, where there is most sorrow and most -want,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the high heart of man is trodden down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The most, 'tis not because He hides his face</span><br /> +want,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the high heart of man is trodden down</span><br > +<span class="i0">The most, 'tis not because He hides his face</span><br > <span class="i0">From them in wrath, as purblind teachers -prate.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not so: there most is He, for there is He</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Most needed. Men who seek for Fate abroad</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are not so near his heart as they who dare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Frankly to face her where she faces them,</span><br /> +prate.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not so: there most is He, for there is He</span><br > +<span class="i0">Most needed. Men who seek for Fate abroad</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are not so near his heart as they who dare</span><br > +<span class="i0">Frankly to face her where she faces them,</span><br > <span class="i0">On their own threshold, where their souls are -strong</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To grapple with and throw her; as I once,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Being yet a boy, did cast this puny king,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who now has grown so dotard as to deem</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That he can wrestle with an angry realm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And throw the brawned Antæus of men's rights.</span> -<br /> +strong</span><br > +<span class="i0">To grapple with and throw her; as I once,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Being yet a boy, did cast this puny king,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who now has grown so dotard as to deem</span><br > +<span class="i0">That he can wrestle with an angry realm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And throw the brawned Antæus of men's rights.</span> +<br > <span class="i0">No, Hampden! they have half-way conquered -Fate</span><br /> +Fate</span><br > <span class="i0">Who go half-way to meet her,—as will I.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Freedom hath yet a work for me to do;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So speaks that inward voice which never yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spake falsely, when it urged the spirit on</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To noble deeds for country and mankind.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Freedom hath yet a work for me to do;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So speaks that inward voice which never yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spake falsely, when it urged the spirit on</span><br > +<span class="i0">To noble deeds for country and mankind.</span><br > <span class="i0">And, for success, I ask no more than -this,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To bear unflinching witness to the truth.</span><br /> +this,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">To bear unflinching witness to the truth.</span><br > <span class="i0">All true, whole men succeed: for what is -worth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Success's name, unless it be the thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The inward surety, to have carried out</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A noble purpose to a noble end,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Although it be the gallows or the block?</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis only Falsehood that doth ever need</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These outward shows of gain to bolster her.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be it we prove the weaker with our swords;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Truth only needs to be for once spoke out,</span><br /> +worth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Success's name, unless it be the thought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The inward surety, to have carried out</span><br > +<span class="i0">A noble purpose to a noble end,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Although it be the gallows or the block?</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis only Falsehood that doth ever need</span><br > +<span class="i0">These outward shows of gain to bolster her.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be it we prove the weaker with our swords;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Truth only needs to be for once spoke out,</span><br > <span class="i0">And there's such music in her, such strange -rhythm,</span><br /> +rhythm,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 168]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 168]</span><br > -<span class="i0">As makes men's memories her joyous slaves,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">As makes men's memories her joyous slaves,</span><br > <span class="i0">And clings around the soul, as the sky clings</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Round the mute earth, forever beautiful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, if o'erclouded, only to burst forth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More all-embracingly divine and clear:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Round the mute earth, forever beautiful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, if o'erclouded, only to burst forth</span><br > +<span class="i0">More all-embracingly divine and clear:</span><br > <span class="i0">Get but the truth once uttered, and 'tis like</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">A star new-born, that drops into its place,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">A star new-born, that drops into its place,</span><br > <span class="i0">And which, once circling in its placid round,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.</span><br > -<span class="i02">"What should we do in that small colony</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of pinched fanatics, who would rather choose</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"What should we do in that small colony</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of pinched fanatics, who would rather choose</span><br > <span class="i0">Freedom to clip an inch more from their hair,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Than the great chance of setting England -free?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not there, amid the stormy wilderness,</span><br /> +free?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not there, amid the stormy wilderness,</span><br > <span class="i0">Should we learn wisdom; or if learned, what -room</span><br /> +room</span><br > <span class="i0">To put it into act,—else worse than -naught?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We learn our souls more, tossing for an hour</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon this huge and ever-vexèd sea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of human thought, where kingdoms go to wreck</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like fragile bubbles yonder in the stream,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than in a cycle of New England sloth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Broke only by some petty Indian war,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or quarrel for a letter more or less,</span><br /> +naught?</span><br > +<span class="i0">We learn our souls more, tossing for an hour</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon this huge and ever-vexèd sea</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of human thought, where kingdoms go to wreck</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like fragile bubbles yonder in the stream,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than in a cycle of New England sloth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Broke only by some petty Indian war,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or quarrel for a letter more or less,</span><br > <span class="i0">In some hard word, which, spelt in either way</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Not their most learned clerks can understand.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">New times demand new measures and new men;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The world advances, and in time outgrows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The laws that in our fathers' day were best;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, doubtless, after us, some purer scheme</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will be shaped out by wiser men than we,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Made wiser by the steady growth of truth.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We cannot bring Utopia by force;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But better, almost, be at work in sin;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than in a brute inaction browse and sleep.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No man is born into the world, whose work</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is not born with him; there is always work,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">New times demand new measures and new men;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The world advances, and in time outgrows</span><br > +<span class="i0">The laws that in our fathers' day were best;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, doubtless, after us, some purer scheme</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will be shaped out by wiser men than we,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Made wiser by the steady growth of truth.</span><br > +<span class="i0">We cannot bring Utopia by force;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But better, almost, be at work in sin;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than in a brute inaction browse and sleep.</span><br > +<span class="i0">No man is born into the world, whose work</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is not born with him; there is always work,</span><br > <span class="i0">And tools to work withal, for those who will;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And blessèd are the horny hands of toil!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The busy world shoves angrily aside</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The man who stands with arms akimbo set,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until occasion tells him what to do;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he who waits to have his task marked out</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And blessèd are the horny hands of toil!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The busy world shoves angrily aside</span><br > +<span class="i0">The man who stands with arms akimbo set,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until occasion tells him what to do;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he who waits to have his task marked out</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 169]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 169]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.</span><br > <span class="i0">Our time is one that calls for earnest deeds:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Reason and Government, like two broad seas,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yearn for each other with outstretched arms</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Across this narrow isthmus of the throne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And roll their white surf higher every day.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One age moves onward, and the next builds up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cities and gorgeous palaces, where stood</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Reason and Government, like two broad seas,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yearn for each other with outstretched arms</span><br > +<span class="i0">Across this narrow isthmus of the throne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And roll their white surf higher every day.</span><br > +<span class="i0">One age moves onward, and the next builds up</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cities and gorgeous palaces, where stood</span><br > <span class="i0">The rude log huts of those who tamed the -wild,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rearing from out the forests they had felled</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The goodly framework of a fairer state;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The builder's trowel and the settler's axe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are seldom wielded by the selfsame hand;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ours is the harder task, yet not the less</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall we receive the blessing for our toil</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the choice spirits of the aftertime.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My soul is not a palace of the past,</span><br /> +wild,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rearing from out the forests they had felled</span><br > +<span class="i0">The goodly framework of a fairer state;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The builder's trowel and the settler's axe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are seldom wielded by the selfsame hand;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ours is the harder task, yet not the less</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall we receive the blessing for our toil</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the choice spirits of the aftertime.</span><br > +<span class="i0">My soul is not a palace of the past,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where outworn creeds, like Rome's gray senate -quake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hearing afar the Vandal's trumpet hoarse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That shakes old systems with a thunder-fit.</span><br /> +quake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hearing afar the Vandal's trumpet hoarse,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That shakes old systems with a thunder-fit.</span><br > <span class="i0">The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for -change;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then let it come: I have no dread of what</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is called for by the instinct of mankind;</span><br /> +change;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then let it come: I have no dread of what</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is called for by the instinct of mankind;</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor think I that God's world will fall apart,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Because we tear a parchment more or less.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Truth is eternal, but her effluence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With endless change is fitted to the hour;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her mirror is turned forward to reflect</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The promise of the future, not the past.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He who would win the name of truly great</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must understand his own age and the next,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And make the present ready to fulfil</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its prophecy, and with the future merge</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gently and peacefully, as wave with wave.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The future works out great men's destinies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The present is enough for common souls,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, never looking forward, are indeed</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Because we tear a parchment more or less.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Truth is eternal, but her effluence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With endless change is fitted to the hour;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her mirror is turned forward to reflect</span><br > +<span class="i0">The promise of the future, not the past.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He who would win the name of truly great</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must understand his own age and the next,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And make the present ready to fulfil</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its prophecy, and with the future merge</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gently and peacefully, as wave with wave.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The future works out great men's destinies;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The present is enough for common souls,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, never looking forward, are indeed</span><br > <span class="i0">Mere clay, wherein the footprints of their -age</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are petrified forever: better those</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who lead the blind old giant by the hand</span><br /> +age</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are petrified forever: better those</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who lead the blind old giant by the hand</span><br > <span class="i0">From out the pathless desert where he gropes,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And set him onward in his darksome way.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I do not fear to follow out the truth,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And set him onward in his darksome way.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I do not fear to follow out the truth,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 170]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 170]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Albeit along the precipice's edge.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Albeit along the precipice's edge.</span><br > <span class="i0">Let us speak plain: there is more force in -names</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than most men dream of; and a lie may keep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its throne a whole age longer, if it skulk</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behind the shield of some fair-seeming name,</span><br /> +names</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than most men dream of; and a lie may keep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its throne a whole age longer, if it skulk</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behind the shield of some fair-seeming name,</span><br > <span class="i0">Let us call tyrants, <i>tyrants</i>, and -maintain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That only freedom comes by grace of God,</span><br /> +maintain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That only freedom comes by grace of God,</span><br > <span class="i0">And all that comes not by his grace must fall</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">For men in earnest have no time to waste</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">For men in earnest have no time to waste</span><br > +<span class="i0">In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.</span><br > -<span class="i02">"I will have one more grapple with the man</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Charles Stuart: whom the boy o'ercame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The man stands not in awe of. I, perchance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Am one raised up by the Almighty arm</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"I will have one more grapple with the man</span><br > +<span class="i0">Charles Stuart: whom the boy o'ercame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The man stands not in awe of. I, perchance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Am one raised up by the Almighty arm</span><br > <span class="i0">To witness some great truth to all the world.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Souls destined to o'erleap the vulgar lot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mould the world unto the scheme of God,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Souls destined to o'erleap the vulgar lot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mould the world unto the scheme of God,</span><br > <span class="i0">Have a fore-consciousness of their high doom,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">As men are known to shiver at the heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When the cold shadow of some coming ill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Creeps slowly o'er their spirits unawares.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath Good less power of prophecy than Ill?</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">As men are known to shiver at the heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When the cold shadow of some coming ill</span><br > +<span class="i0">Creeps slowly o'er their spirits unawares.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath Good less power of prophecy than Ill?</span><br > <span class="i0">How else could men whom God hath called to -sway</span><br /> +sway</span><br > <span class="i0">Earth's rudder, and to steer the bark of -Truth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beating against the tempest tow'rd her port,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bear all the mean and buzzing grievances,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The petty martyrdoms, wherewith Sin strives</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To weary out the tethered hope of Faith,</span><br /> +Truth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beating against the tempest tow'rd her port,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bear all the mean and buzzing grievances,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The petty martyrdoms, wherewith Sin strives</span><br > +<span class="i0">To weary out the tethered hope of Faith,</span><br > <span class="i0">The sneers, the unrecognizing look of -friends,</span><br /> +friends,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who worship the dead corpse of old king -Custom,</span><br /> +Custom,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where it doth lie in state within the Church,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Striving to cover up the mighty ocean</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a man's palm, and making even the truth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lie for them, holding up the glass reversed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make the hope of man seem farther off?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My God! when I read o'er the bitter lives</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Striving to cover up the mighty ocean</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a man's palm, and making even the truth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lie for them, holding up the glass reversed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make the hope of man seem farther off?</span><br > +<span class="i0">My God! when I read o'er the bitter lives</span><br > <span class="i0">Of men whose eager hearts were quite too -great</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To beat beneath the cramped mode of the day,</span><br /> +great</span><br > +<span class="i0">To beat beneath the cramped mode of the day,</span><br > <span class="i0">And see them mocked at by the world they -love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Haggling with prejudice for pennyworths</span><br /> +love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Haggling with prejudice for pennyworths</span><br > <span class="i0">Of that reform which their hard toil will -make</span><br /> +make</span><br > <span class="i0">The common birthright of the age to -come,—</span><br /> +come,—</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 171]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 171]</span><br > -<span class="i0">When I see this, spite of my faith in God,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I marvel how their hearts bear up so long;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor could they, but for this same prophecy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This inward feeling of the glorious end.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">When I see this, spite of my faith in God,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I marvel how their hearts bear up so long;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor could they, but for this same prophecy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">This inward feeling of the glorious end.</span><br > -<span class="i02">"Deem me not fond; but in my warmer youth,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"Deem me not fond; but in my warmer youth,</span><br > <span class="i0">Ere my heart's bloom was soiled and brushed -away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I had great dreams of mighty things to come;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of conquest, whether by the sword or pen</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I knew not; but some conquest I would have,</span><br /> +away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I had great dreams of mighty things to come;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of conquest, whether by the sword or pen</span><br > +<span class="i0">I knew not; but some conquest I would have,</span><br > <span class="i0">Or else swift death: now wiser grown in -years,</span><br /> +years,</span><br > <span class="i0">I find youth's dreams are but the flutterings</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Of those strong wings whereon the soul shall -soar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In aftertime to win a starry throne;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And so I cherish them, for they were lots,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which I, a boy, cast in the helm of Fate.</span><br /> +soar</span><br > +<span class="i0">In aftertime to win a starry throne;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And so I cherish them, for they were lots,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which I, a boy, cast in the helm of Fate.</span><br > <span class="i0">Now will I draw them, since a man's right -hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A right hand guided by an earnest soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a true instinct, takes the golden prize</span><br /> +hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A right hand guided by an earnest soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a true instinct, takes the golden prize</span><br > <span class="i0">From out a thousand blanks. What men call -luck</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is the prerogative of valiant souls,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The fealty life pays its rightful kings.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The helm is shaking now, and I will stay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To pluck my lot forth; it were sin to flee!"</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">So they two turned together; one to die,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fighting for freedom on the bloody field;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The other, far more happy, to become</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A name earth wears forever next her heart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One of the few that have a right to rank</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the true Makers: for his spirit wrought</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Order from Chaos; proved that right divine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dwelt only in the excellence of truth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And far within old Darkness' hostile lines</span><br /> +luck</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is the prerogative of valiant souls,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The fealty life pays its rightful kings.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The helm is shaking now, and I will stay</span><br > +<span class="i0">To pluck my lot forth; it were sin to flee!"</span><br > + +<span class="i02">So they two turned together; one to die,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fighting for freedom on the bloody field;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The other, far more happy, to become</span><br > +<span class="i0">A name earth wears forever next her heart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One of the few that have a right to rank</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the true Makers: for his spirit wrought</span><br > +<span class="i0">Order from Chaos; proved that right divine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dwelt only in the excellence of truth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And far within old Darkness' hostile lines</span><br > <span class="i0">Advanced and pitched the shining tents of -Light.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor shall the grateful Muse forget to tell,</span><br /> +Light.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor shall the grateful Muse forget to tell,</span><br > <span class="i0">That—not the least among his many -claims</span><br /> +claims</span><br > <span class="i0">To deathless honor—he was Milton's -friend,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A man not second among those who lived</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To show us that the poet's lyre demands</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An arm of tougher sinew than the sword.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1843.</span><br /> +friend,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A man not second among those who lived</span><br > +<span class="i0">To show us that the poet's lyre demands</span><br > +<span class="i0">An arm of tougher sinew than the sword.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1843.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Song7" id="Song7"></a></p> +<p><a id="Song7"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 172]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 172]</span><br > <h4>SONG.</h4> -<span class="i00">O, moonlight deep and tender,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A year and more agone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your mist of golden splendor</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Round my betrothal shone!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, elm-leaves dark and dewy,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The very same ye seem,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The low wind trembles through ye,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ye murmur in my dream!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, river, dim with distance,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flow thus forever by:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A part of my existence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Within your heart doth lie!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, stars, ye saw our meeting,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Two beings and one soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Two hearts so madly beating</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To mingle and be whole!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, happy night, deliver</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her kisses back to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or keep them all, and give her</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A blissful dream of me!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O, moonlight deep and tender,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A year and more agone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your mist of golden splendor</span><br > +<span class="i2">Round my betrothal shone!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, elm-leaves dark and dewy,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The very same ye seem,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The low wind trembles through ye,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ye murmur in my dream!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, river, dim with distance,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flow thus forever by:</span><br > +<span class="i0">A part of my existence</span><br > +<span class="i2">Within your heart doth lie!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, stars, ye saw our meeting,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Two beings and one soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Two hearts so madly beating</span><br > +<span class="i2">To mingle and be whole!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, happy night, deliver</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her kisses back to me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or keep them all, and give her</span><br > +<span class="i2">A blissful dream of me!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Chippewa" id="Chippewa"></a></p> +<p><a id="Chippewa"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<h4>A CHIPPEWA LEGEND.<a name="fnanchor_A" id="fnanchor_A"></a><a +<h4>A CHIPPEWA LEGEND.<a id="fnanchor_A"></a><a href="#footnote_A" class="fnanchor"><sup>[A]</sup></a></h4> <span class="i02"><ins title="algeina men moi kai legein estin tade algos -de sigan.">ἀλγεινὰ -μέν μοι καὶ -λέγειν ἐστὶν -τάδε</ins></span><br /> +de sigan.">ἀλγεινὰ μÎν μοι καὶ λÎγειν á¼ÏƒÏ„ὶν τάδε</ins></span><br > -<span class="i2">ἄλγος δὲ -σιγᾷν.</span><br /> +<span class="i2">ἄλγος δὲ σιγᾷν.</span><br > -<span class="i8">Æschylus, Prom. Vinct. 197.</span><br /> +<span class="i8">Æschylus, Prom. Vinct. 197.</span><br > <span class="i02">The old Chief, feeling now well-nigh his end,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Called his two eldest children to his side,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Called his two eldest children to his side,</span><br > <span class="i0">And gave them, in few words, his parting -charge:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"My son and daughter, me ye see no more;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The happy hunting-grounds await me, green</span><br /> +charge:—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"My son and daughter, me ye see no more;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The happy hunting-grounds await me, green</span><br > <span class="i0">With change of spring and summer through the -year:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, for remembrance, after I am gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be kind to little Sheemah for my sake:</span><br /> +year:</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, for remembrance, after I am gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be kind to little Sheemah for my sake:</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 173]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 173]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Weakling he is and young, and knows not yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To set the trap, or draw the seasoned bow;</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Weakling he is and young, and knows not yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">To set the trap, or draw the seasoned bow;</span><br > <span class="i0">Therefore of both your loves he hath more -need,</span><br /> +need,</span><br > <span class="i0">And he, who needeth love, to love hath right;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">It is not like our furs and stores of corn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereto we claim sole title by our toil,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">It is not like our furs and stores of corn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereto we claim sole title by our toil,</span><br > <span class="i0">But the Great Spirit plants it in our hearts,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And waters it, and gives it sun, to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The common stock and heritage of all:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And waters it, and gives it sun, to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">The common stock and heritage of all:</span><br > <span class="i0">Therefore be kind to Sheemah, that yourselves</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">May not be left deserted in your need."</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">May not be left deserted in your need."</span><br > -<span class="i02">Alone, beside a lake, their wigwam stood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far from the other dwellings of their tribe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, after many moons, the loneliness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wearied the elder brother, and he said,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Alone, beside a lake, their wigwam stood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far from the other dwellings of their tribe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, after many moons, the loneliness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wearied the elder brother, and he said,</span><br > <span class="i0a">"Why should I dwell here all alone, shut out</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">From the free, natural joys that fit my age?</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">From the free, natural joys that fit my age?</span><br > <span class="i0">Lo, I am tall and strong, well skilled to -hunt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Patient of toil and hunger, and not yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have seen the danger which I dared not look</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full in the face; what hinders me to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A mighty Brave and Chief among my kin?"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, taking up his arrows and his bow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if to hunt, he journeyed swiftly on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until he gained the wigwams of his tribe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where, choosing out a bride, he soon forgot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In all the fret and bustle of new life,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The little Sheemah and his father's charge.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Now when the sister found her brother gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that, for many days, he came not back,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She wept for Sheemah more than for herself;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For Love bides longest in a woman's heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And flutters many times before he flies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And then doth perch so nearly, that a word</span><br /> +hunt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Patient of toil and hunger, and not yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have seen the danger which I dared not look</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full in the face; what hinders me to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A mighty Brave and Chief among my kin?"</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, taking up his arrows and his bow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if to hunt, he journeyed swiftly on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until he gained the wigwams of his tribe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where, choosing out a bride, he soon forgot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In all the fret and bustle of new life,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The little Sheemah and his father's charge.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Now when the sister found her brother gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that, for many days, he came not back,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She wept for Sheemah more than for herself;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For Love bides longest in a woman's heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And flutters many times before he flies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And then doth perch so nearly, that a word</span><br > <span class="i0">May lure him back, as swift and glad as -light;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Duty lingers even when Love is gone</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Oft looking out in hope of his return;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, after Duty hath been driven forth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then Selfishness creeps in the last of all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Warming her lean hands at the lonely hearth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And crouching o'er the embers, to shut out</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 174]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Whatever paltry warmth and light are left,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With avaricious greed, from all beside.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, for long months, the sister hunted wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And cared for little Sheemah tenderly;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, daily more and more, the loneliness</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grew wearisome, and to herself she sighed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Am I not fair? at least the glassy pool,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That hath no cause to flatter, tells me so;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, O, how flat and meaningless the tale,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unless it tremble on a lover's tongue!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beauty hath no true glass, except it be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the sweet privacy of loving eyes."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thus deemed she idly, and forgot the lore</span><br /> +light;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Duty lingers even when Love is gone</span><br > +<span class="i0">Oft looking out in hope of his return;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, after Duty hath been driven forth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then Selfishness creeps in the last of all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Warming her lean hands at the lonely hearth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And crouching o'er the embers, to shut out</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 174]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Whatever paltry warmth and light are left,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With avaricious greed, from all beside.</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, for long months, the sister hunted wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And cared for little Sheemah tenderly;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, daily more and more, the loneliness</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grew wearisome, and to herself she sighed,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Am I not fair? at least the glassy pool,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That hath no cause to flatter, tells me so;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, O, how flat and meaningless the tale,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unless it tremble on a lover's tongue!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beauty hath no true glass, except it be</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the sweet privacy of loving eyes."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thus deemed she idly, and forgot the lore</span><br > <span class="i0">Which she had learned of nature and the -woods,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That beauty's chief reward is to itself,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that the eyes of Love reflect alone</span><br /> +woods,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That beauty's chief reward is to itself,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that the eyes of Love reflect alone</span><br > <span class="i0">The inward fairness, which is blurred and -lost</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unless kept clear and white by Duty's care</span><br /> +lost</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unless kept clear and white by Duty's care</span><br > <span class="i0">So she went forth and sought the haunts of -men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, being wedded, in her household cares,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Soon, like the elder brother, quite forgot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The little Sheemah and her father's charge.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">But Sheemah, left alone within the lodge,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Waited and waited, with a shrinking heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thinking each rustle was his sister's step,</span><br /> +men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, being wedded, in her household cares,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Soon, like the elder brother, quite forgot</span><br > +<span class="i0">The little Sheemah and her father's charge.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">But Sheemah, left alone within the lodge,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Waited and waited, with a shrinking heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thinking each rustle was his sister's step,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till hope grew less and less, and then went -out,</span><br /> +out,</span><br > <span class="i0">And every sound was changed from hope to -fear.</span><br /> +fear.</span><br > <span class="i0">Few sounds there were:—the dropping of a -nut,</span><br /> +nut,</span><br > <span class="i0">The squirrel's chirrup, and the jay's harsh -scream,</span><br /> +scream,</span><br > <span class="i0">Autumn's sad remnants of blithe Summer's -cheer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heard at long intervals, seemed but to make</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dreadful void of silence silenter.</span><br /> +cheer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heard at long intervals, seemed but to make</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dreadful void of silence silenter.</span><br > <span class="i0">Soon what small store his sister left was -gone,</span><br /> +gone,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, through the Autumn, he made shift to -live</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On roots and berries, gathered in much fear</span><br /> +live</span><br > +<span class="i0">On roots and berries, gathered in much fear</span><br > <span class="i0">Of wolves, whose ghastly howl he heard -ofttimes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hollow and hungry, at the dead of night.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Winter came at last, and, when the snow,</span><br /> +ofttimes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hollow and hungry, at the dead of night.</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Winter came at last, and, when the snow,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thick-heaped for gleaming leagues o'er hill and -plain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spread its unbroken silence over all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Made bold by hunger, he was fain to glean,</span><br /> +plain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spread its unbroken silence over all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Made bold by hunger, he was fain to glean,</span><br > <span class="i0">(More sick at heart than Ruth, and all -alone,)</span><br /> +alone,)</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 175]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 175]</span><br > -<span class="i0">After the harvest of the merciless wolf,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">After the harvest of the merciless wolf,</span><br > <span class="i0">Grim Boaz, who, sharp-ribbed and gaunt, yet -feared</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A thing more wild and starving than himself;</span><br /> +feared</span><br > +<span class="i0">A thing more wild and starving than himself;</span><br > <span class="i0">Till, by degrees, the wolf and he grew -friends,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And shared, together all the winter through.</span><br /> +friends,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And shared, together all the winter through.</span><br > <span class="i02">Late in the Spring, when all the ice was -gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The elder brother, fishing in the lake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon whose edge his father's wigwam stood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heard a low moaning noise upon the shore:</span><br /> +gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The elder brother, fishing in the lake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon whose edge his father's wigwam stood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heard a low moaning noise upon the shore:</span><br > <span class="i0">Half like a child it seemed, half like a -wolf,</span><br /> +wolf,</span><br > <span class="i0">And straightway there was something in his -heart</span><br /> +heart</span><br > <span class="i0">That said, "It is thy brother Sheemah's -voice."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, paddling swiftly to the bank, he saw,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Within a little thicket close at hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A child that seemed fast changing to a wolf,</span><br /> +voice."</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, paddling swiftly to the bank, he saw,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Within a little thicket close at hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A child that seemed fast changing to a wolf,</span><br > <span class="i0">From the neck downward, gray with shaggy hair</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">That still crept on and upward as he looked.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The face was turned away, but well he knew</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">That still crept on and upward as he looked.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The face was turned away, but well he knew</span><br > <span class="i0">That it was Sheemah's, even his brother's -face.</span><br /> +face.</span><br > <span class="i0">Then with his trembling hands he hid his -eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And bowed his head, so that he might not see</span><br /> +eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And bowed his head, so that he might not see</span><br > <span class="i0">The first look of his brother's eyes, and -cried,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"O, Sheemah! O, my brother, speak to me!</span><br /> +cried,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"O, Sheemah! O, my brother, speak to me!</span><br > <span class="i0">Dost thou not know me, that I am thy brother?</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Come to me, little Sheemah, thou shalt dwell</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Come to me, little Sheemah, thou shalt dwell</span><br > <span class="i0">With me henceforth, and know no care or -want!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sheemah was silent for a space, as if</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'T were hard to summon up a human voice,</span><br /> +want!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sheemah was silent for a space, as if</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'T were hard to summon up a human voice,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, when he spake, the sound was of a -wolf's:</span><br /> +wolf's:</span><br > <span class="i0a">"I know thee not, nor art thou what thou -say'st;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have none other brethren than the wolves,</span><br /> +say'st;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have none other brethren than the wolves,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, till thy heart be changed from what it -is,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art not worthy to be called their kin."</span><br /> +is,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art not worthy to be called their kin."</span><br > <span class="i0">Then groaned the other, with a choking -tongue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Alas! my heart is changed right bitterly;</span><br /> +tongue,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Alas! my heart is changed right bitterly;</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Tis shrunk and parched within me even now!"</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And, looking upward fearfully, he saw</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only a wolf that shrank away and ran,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ugly and fierce, to hide among the woods.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And, looking upward fearfully, he saw</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only a wolf that shrank away and ran,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ugly and fierce, to hide among the woods.</span><br > </div> <p class="footnote p2"> -<a name="footnote_A" id="footnote_A"></a> +<a id="footnote_A"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_A">[A]</a> For the leading incidents in this tale, I am indebted to the very valuable "Algic Researches" of Henry R. Schoolcraft, Esq.</p> -<p><a name="Stanzas" id="Stanzas"></a></p> +<p><a id="Stanzas"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 176]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 176]</span><br > <h4>STANZAS ON FREEDOM</h4> -<span class="i00">Men! whose boast it is that ye</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come of fathers brave and free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If there breathe on earth a slave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are ye truly free and brave?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If ye do not feel the chain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When it works a brother's pain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Are ye not base slaves indeed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slaves unworthy to be freed?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Women! who shall one day bear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sons to breathe New England air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If ye hear, without a blush,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Deeds to make the roused blood rush</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like red lava through your veins,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For your sisters now in chains,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Answer! are ye fit to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mothers of the brave and free?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Is true Freedom but to break</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fetters for our own dear sake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, with leathern hearts, forget</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That we owe mankind a debt?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No! true freedom is to share</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All the chains our brothers wear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, with heart and hand, to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earnest to make others free!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">They are slaves who fear to speak</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the fallen and the weak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They are slaves who will not choose</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rather than in silence shrink</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the truth they needs must think;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They are slaves who dare not be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the right with two or three.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Men! whose boast it is that ye</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come of fathers brave and free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If there breathe on earth a slave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are ye truly free and brave?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If ye do not feel the chain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When it works a brother's pain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Are ye not base slaves indeed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slaves unworthy to be freed?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Women! who shall one day bear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sons to breathe New England air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If ye hear, without a blush,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Deeds to make the roused blood rush</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like red lava through your veins,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For your sisters now in chains,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Answer! are ye fit to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mothers of the brave and free?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Is true Freedom but to break</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fetters for our own dear sake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, with leathern hearts, forget</span><br > +<span class="i0">That we owe mankind a debt?</span><br > +<span class="i0">No! true freedom is to share</span><br > +<span class="i0">All the chains our brothers wear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, with heart and hand, to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earnest to make others free!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">They are slaves who fear to speak</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the fallen and the weak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They are slaves who will not choose</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rather than in silence shrink</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the truth they needs must think;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They are slaves who dare not be</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the right with two or three.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Columbus" id="Columbus"></a></p> +<p><a id="Columbus"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>COLUMBUS.</h4> -<span class="i00">The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With freaks of sudden hush; the reeling sea</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With freaks of sudden hush; the reeling sea</span><br > <span class="i0">Now thumps like solid rock beneath the stern,</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 177]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 177]</span><br > <span class="i0">Now leaps with clumsy wrath, strikes short, and, -falling</span><br /> +falling</span><br > <span class="i0">Crumbled to whispery foam, slips rustling -down</span><br /> +down</span><br > <span class="i0">The broad backs of the waves, which jostle and -crowd</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To fling themselves upon that unknown shore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their used familiar since the dawn of time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whither this foredoomed life is guided on</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To sway on triumph's hushed, aspiring poise</span><br /> +crowd</span><br > +<span class="i0">To fling themselves upon that unknown shore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their used familiar since the dawn of time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whither this foredoomed life is guided on</span><br > +<span class="i0">To sway on triumph's hushed, aspiring poise</span><br > <span class="i0">One glittering moment, then to break -fulfilled.</span><br /> +fulfilled.</span><br > -<span class="i00">How lonely is the sea's perpetual swing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The melancholy wash of endless waves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sigh of some grim monster undescried,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fear-painted on the canvas of the dark,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shifting on his uneasy pillow of brine!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">How lonely is the sea's perpetual swing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The melancholy wash of endless waves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sigh of some grim monster undescried,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fear-painted on the canvas of the dark,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shifting on his uneasy pillow of brine!</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet night brings more companions than the day</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">To this drear waste; new constellations burn,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And fairer stars, with whose calm height my -soul</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Finds nearer sympathy than with my herd</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of earthen souls, whose vision's scanty ring</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Makes me its prisoner to beat my wings</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Against the cold bars of their unbelief,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knowing in vain my own free heaven beyond.</span><br /> +soul</span><br > +<span class="i0">Finds nearer sympathy than with my herd</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of earthen souls, whose vision's scanty ring</span><br > +<span class="i0">Makes me its prisoner to beat my wings</span><br > +<span class="i0">Against the cold bars of their unbelief,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knowing in vain my own free heaven beyond.</span><br > <span class="i0">O God! this world, so crammed with eager -life,</span><br /> +life,</span><br > <span class="i0">That comes and goes and wanders back to -silence</span><br /> +silence</span><br > <span class="i0">Like the idle wind, which yet man's shaping -mind</span><br /> +mind</span><br > <span class="i0">Can make his drudge to swell the longing -sails</span><br /> +sails</span><br > <span class="i0">Of highest endeavor,—this mad, unthrift -world,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, every hour, throws life enough away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make her deserts kind and hospitable,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lets her great destinies be waved aside</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By smooth, lip-reverent, formal infidels,</span><br /> +world,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, every hour, throws life enough away</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make her deserts kind and hospitable,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lets her great destinies be waved aside</span><br > +<span class="i0">By smooth, lip-reverent, formal infidels,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who weigh the God they not believe with gold,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And find no spot in Judas, save that he,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Driving a duller bargain than he ought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Saddled his guild with too cheap precedent.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O Faith! if thou art strong, thine opposite</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is mighty also, and the dull fool's sneer</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And find no spot in Judas, save that he,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Driving a duller bargain than he ought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Saddled his guild with too cheap precedent.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O Faith! if thou art strong, thine opposite</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is mighty also, and the dull fool's sneer</span><br > <span class="i0">Hath ofttimes shot chill palsy through the -arm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just lifted to achieve its crowning deed,</span><br /> +arm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just lifted to achieve its crowning deed,</span><br > <span class="i0">And made the firm-based heart, that would have -quailed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rack or fagot, shudder like a leaf</span><br /> +quailed</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rack or fagot, shudder like a leaf</span><br > <span class="i0">Wrinkled with frost, and loose upon its stem.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The wicked and the weak, by some dark law,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The wicked and the weak, by some dark law,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 178]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 178]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Have a strange power to shut and rivet down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their own horizon round us, to unwing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our heaven-aspiring visions, and to blur</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Have a strange power to shut and rivet down</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their own horizon round us, to unwing</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our heaven-aspiring visions, and to blur</span><br > <span class="i0">With surly clouds the Future's gleaming -peaks,</span><br /> +peaks,</span><br > <span class="i0">Far seen across the brine of thankless years.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">If the chosen soul could never be alone</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In deep mid-silence, open-doored to God,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No greatness ever had been dreamed or done;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Among dull hearts a prophet never grew;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The old world is effete; there man with man</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">If the chosen soul could never be alone</span><br > +<span class="i0">In deep mid-silence, open-doored to God,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No greatness ever had been dreamed or done;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Among dull hearts a prophet never grew;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The old world is effete; there man with man</span><br > <span class="i0">Jostles, and, in the brawl for means to live,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Life is trod under-foot,—Life, the one -block</span><br /> +block</span><br > <span class="i0">Of marble that's vouchsafed wherefrom to -carve</span><br /> +carve</span><br > <span class="i0">Our great thoughts, white and god-like, to shine -down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The future, Life, the irredeemable block,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which one o'er-hasty chisel-dint oft mars,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scanting our room to cut the features out</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of our full hope, so forcing us to crown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a mean head the perfect limbs, or leave</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The god's face glowing o'er a satyr's trunk,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Failure's brief epitaph.</span><br /> -<span class="i10">Yes, Europe's world</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reels on to judgment; there the common need,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Losing God's sacred use, to be a bond</span><br /> +down</span><br > +<span class="i0">The future, Life, the irredeemable block,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which one o'er-hasty chisel-dint oft mars,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scanting our room to cut the features out</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of our full hope, so forcing us to crown</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a mean head the perfect limbs, or leave</span><br > +<span class="i0">The god's face glowing o'er a satyr's trunk,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Failure's brief epitaph.</span><br > +<span class="i10">Yes, Europe's world</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reels on to judgment; there the common need,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Losing God's sacred use, to be a bond</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Twixt Me and Thee, sets each one scowlingly</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">O'er his own selfish hoard at bay; no state,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knit strongly with eternal fibres up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of all men's separate and united weals,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">O'er his own selfish hoard at bay; no state,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knit strongly with eternal fibres up</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of all men's separate and united weals,</span><br > <span class="i0">Self-poised and sole as stars, yet one as -light.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Holds up a shape of large Humanity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To which by natural instinct every man</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pays loyalty exulting, by which all</span><br /> +light.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Holds up a shape of large Humanity</span><br > +<span class="i0">To which by natural instinct every man</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pays loyalty exulting, by which all</span><br > <span class="i0">Mould their own lives, and feel their pulses -filled</span><br /> +filled</span><br > <span class="i0">With the red fiery blood of the general life,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Making them mighty in peace, as now in war</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Making them mighty in peace, as now in war</span><br > <span class="i0">They are, even in the flush of victory, weak,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Conquering that manhood which should them -subdue.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And what gift bring I to this untried world?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall the same tragedy be played anew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the same lurid curtain drop at last</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On one dread desolation, one fierce crash</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 179]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Of that recoil which on its makers God</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lets Ignorance and Sin and Hunger make,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Early or late? Or shall that commonwealth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose potent unity and concentric force</span><br /> +subdue.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And what gift bring I to this untried world?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall the same tragedy be played anew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the same lurid curtain drop at last</span><br > +<span class="i0">On one dread desolation, one fierce crash</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 179]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Of that recoil which on its makers God</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lets Ignorance and Sin and Hunger make,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Early or late? Or shall that commonwealth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose potent unity and concentric force</span><br > <span class="i0">Can draw these scattered joints and parts of -men</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into a whole ideal man once more,</span><br /> +men</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into a whole ideal man once more,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which sucks not from its limbs the life away,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But sends it flood-tide and creates itself</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over again in every citizen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be there built up? For me, I have no choice;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I might turn back to other destinies,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But sends it flood-tide and creates itself</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over again in every citizen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be there built up? For me, I have no choice;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I might turn back to other destinies,</span><br > <span class="i0">For one sincere key opes all Fortune's doors;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But whoso answers not God's earliest call,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forfeits or dulls that faculty supreme</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of lying open to his genius</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But whoso answers not God's earliest call,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forfeits or dulls that faculty supreme</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of lying open to his genius</span><br > <span class="i0">Which makes the wise heart certain of its -ends.</span><br /> +ends.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Here am I; for what end God knows, not I;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Westward still points the inexorable soul:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here am I, with no friend but the sad sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The beating heart of this great enterprise,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Here am I; for what end God knows, not I;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Westward still points the inexorable soul:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here am I, with no friend but the sad sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The beating heart of this great enterprise,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which, without me, would stiffen in swift -death;</span><br /> +death;</span><br > <span class="i0">This have I mused on, since mine eye could -first</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Among the stars distinguish and with joy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rest on that God-fed Pharos of the north,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On some blue promontory of heaven lighted</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That juts far out into the upper sea;</span><br /> +first</span><br > +<span class="i0">Among the stars distinguish and with joy</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rest on that God-fed Pharos of the north,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On some blue promontory of heaven lighted</span><br > +<span class="i0">That juts far out into the upper sea;</span><br > <span class="i0">To this one hope my heart hath clung for -years,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As would a foundling to the talisman</span><br /> +years,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As would a foundling to the talisman</span><br > <span class="i0">Hung round his neck by hands he knew not -whose.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A poor, vile thing and dross to all beside,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet he therein can feel a virtue left</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the sad pressure of a mother's hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And unto him it still is tremulous</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With palpitating haste and wet with tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The key to him of hope and humanness,</span><br /> +whose.</span><br > +<span class="i0">A poor, vile thing and dross to all beside,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet he therein can feel a virtue left</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the sad pressure of a mother's hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And unto him it still is tremulous</span><br > +<span class="i0">With palpitating haste and wet with tears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The key to him of hope and humanness,</span><br > <span class="i0">The coarse shell of life's pearl, Expectancy.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">This hope hath been to me for love and fame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">This hope hath been to me for love and fame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,</span><br > <span class="i0">Wherewith enwalled my watching spirit burned,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Conquering its little island from the Dark,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Conquering its little island from the Dark,</span><br > <span class="i0">Sole as a scholar's lamp, and heard men's -steps,</span><br /> +steps,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 180]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 180]</span><br > -<span class="i0">In the far hurry of the outward world,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">In the far hurry of the outward world,</span><br > <span class="i0">Pass dimly forth and back, sounds heard in -dream</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As Ganymede by the eagle was snatched up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the gross sod to be Jove's cupbearer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So was I lifted by my great design:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;</span><br /> +dream</span><br > +<span class="i0">As Ganymede by the eagle was snatched up</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the gross sod to be Jove's cupbearer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So was I lifted by my great design:</span><br > +<span class="i0">And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;</span><br > <span class="i0">His life's low valleys overbrow earth's -clouds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that Olympian spectre of the past</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looms towering up in sovereign memory,</span><br /> +clouds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that Olympian spectre of the past</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looms towering up in sovereign memory,</span><br > <span class="i0">Beckoning his soul from meaner heights of -doom.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had but the shadow of the Thunderer's bird,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flashing athwart my spirit, made of me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A swift-betraying vision's Ganymede,</span><br /> +doom.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had but the shadow of the Thunderer's bird,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flashing athwart my spirit, made of me</span><br > +<span class="i0">A swift-betraying vision's Ganymede,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet to have greatly dreamed precludes low -ends</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Great days have ever such a morning-red,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On such a base great futures are built up,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And aspiration, though not put in act,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Comes back to ask its plighted troth again,</span><br /> +ends</span><br > +<span class="i0">Great days have ever such a morning-red,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On such a base great futures are built up,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And aspiration, though not put in act,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Comes back to ask its plighted troth again,</span><br > <span class="i0">Still watches round its grave the unlaid -ghost</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of a dead virtue, and makes other hopes,</span><br /> +ghost</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of a dead virtue, and makes other hopes,</span><br > <span class="i0">Save that implacable one, seem thin and bleak</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">As shadows of bare trees upon the snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bound freezing there by the unpitying moon.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">As shadows of bare trees upon the snow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bound freezing there by the unpitying moon.</span><br > <span class="i00">While other youths perplexed their mandolins,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Praying that Thetis would her fingers twine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the loose glories of her lover's hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And wile another kiss to keep back day,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Praying that Thetis would her fingers twine</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the loose glories of her lover's hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And wile another kiss to keep back day,</span><br > <span class="i0">I, stretched beneath the many-centuried shade</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Of some writhed oak, the wood's Laocoön,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did of my hope a dryad mistress make,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whom I would woo to meet me privily,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or underneath the stars, or when the moon</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Of some writhed oak, the wood's Laocoön,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did of my hope a dryad mistress make,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whom I would woo to meet me privily,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or underneath the stars, or when the moon</span><br > <span class="i0">Flecked all the forest floor with scattered -pearls.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O days whose memory tames to fawning down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The surly fell of Ocean's bristled neck!</span><br /> +pearls.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O days whose memory tames to fawning down</span><br > +<span class="i0">The surly fell of Ocean's bristled neck!</span><br > <span class="i00">I know not when this hope enthralled me -first,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But from my boyhood up I loved to hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tall-pine-forests of the Apennine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Murmur their hoary legends of the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which hearing, I in vision clear beheld;</span><br /> +first,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But from my boyhood up I loved to hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tall-pine-forests of the Apennine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Murmur their hoary legends of the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which hearing, I in vision clear beheld;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 181]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 181]</span><br > -<span class="i0">The sudden dark of tropic night shut down</span><br /> +<span class="i0">The sudden dark of tropic night shut down</span><br > <span class="i0">O'er the huge whisper of great watery wastes,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The while a pair of herons trailingly</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The while a pair of herons trailingly</span><br > <span class="i0">Flapped inland, where some league-wide river -hurled</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The yellow spoil of unconjectured realms</span><br /> +hurled</span><br > +<span class="i0">The yellow spoil of unconjectured realms</span><br > <span class="i0">Far through a gulf's green silence, never -scarred</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By any but the Northwind's hurrying keels.</span><br /> +scarred</span><br > +<span class="i0">By any but the Northwind's hurrying keels.</span><br > <span class="i0">And not the pines alone; all sights and -sounds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To my world-seeking heart paid fealty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And catered for it as the Cretan bees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Brought honey to the baby Jupiter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who in his soft hand crushed a violet,</span><br /> +sounds</span><br > +<span class="i0">To my world-seeking heart paid fealty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And catered for it as the Cretan bees</span><br > +<span class="i0">Brought honey to the baby Jupiter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who in his soft hand crushed a violet,</span><br > <span class="i0">God-like foremusing the rough thunder's -gripe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then did I entertain the poet's song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My great Idea's guest, and, passing o'er</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That iron bridge the Tuscan built to hell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I heard Ulysses tell of mountain-chains</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose adamantine links, his manacles,</span><br /> +gripe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then did I entertain the poet's song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My great Idea's guest, and, passing o'er</span><br > +<span class="i0">That iron bridge the Tuscan built to hell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I heard Ulysses tell of mountain-chains</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose adamantine links, his manacles,</span><br > <span class="i0">The western main shook growling, and still -gnawed.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I brooded on the wise Athenian's tale</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of happy Atlantis, and heard Björne's keel</span><br /> +gnawed.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I brooded on the wise Athenian's tale</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of happy Atlantis, and heard Björne's keel</span><br > <span class="i0">Crunch the gray pebbles of the Vinland shore:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">For I believed the poets; it is they</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who utter wisdom from the central deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, listening to the inner flow of things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Speak to the age out of eternity.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ah me! old hermits sought for solitude</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In caves and desert places of the earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where their own heart-beat was the only stir</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of living thing that comforted the year;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But the bald pillar-top of Simeon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In midnight's blankest waste, were populous,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Matched with the isolation drear and deep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of him who pines among the swarm of men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At once a new thought's king and prisoner,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feeling the truer life within his life,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The fountain of his spirit's prophecy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sinking away and wasting, drop by drop,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the ungrateful sands of sceptic ears.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He in the palace-aisles of untrod woods</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth walk a king; for him the pent-up cell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Widens beyond the circles of the stars,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 182]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And all the sceptred spirits of the past</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">For I believed the poets; it is they</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who utter wisdom from the central deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, listening to the inner flow of things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Speak to the age out of eternity.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ah me! old hermits sought for solitude</span><br > +<span class="i0">In caves and desert places of the earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where their own heart-beat was the only stir</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of living thing that comforted the year;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But the bald pillar-top of Simeon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In midnight's blankest waste, were populous,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Matched with the isolation drear and deep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of him who pines among the swarm of men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At once a new thought's king and prisoner,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feeling the truer life within his life,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The fountain of his spirit's prophecy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sinking away and wasting, drop by drop,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the ungrateful sands of sceptic ears.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He in the palace-aisles of untrod woods</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth walk a king; for him the pent-up cell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Widens beyond the circles of the stars,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 182]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And all the sceptred spirits of the past</span><br > <span class="i0">Come thronging in to greet him as their peer;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But in the market-place's glare and throng</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sits apart, an exile, and his brow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Aches with the mocking memory of its crown.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But to the spirit select there is no choice;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He cannot say, This will I do, or that,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But in the market-place's glare and throng</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sits apart, an exile, and his brow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Aches with the mocking memory of its crown.</span><br > +<span class="i0">But to the spirit select there is no choice;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He cannot say, This will I do, or that,</span><br > <span class="i0">For the cheap means putting Heaven's ends in -pawn,</span><br /> +pawn,</span><br > <span class="i0">And bartering his bleak rocks, the freehold -stern</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of destiny's first-born, for smoother fields</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That yield no crop of self-denying will;</span><br /> +stern</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of destiny's first-born, for smoother fields</span><br > +<span class="i0">That yield no crop of self-denying will;</span><br > <span class="i0">A hand is stretched to him from out the dark,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Which grasping without question, he is led</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where there is work that he must do for God.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Which grasping without question, he is led</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where there is work that he must do for God.</span><br > <span class="i0">The trial still is the strength's complement,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And the uncertain, dizzy path that scales</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sheer heights of supremest purposes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is steeper to the angel than the child.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Chances have laws as fixed as planets have,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And disappointment's dry and bitter root,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Envy's harsh berries, and the choking pool</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And the uncertain, dizzy path that scales</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sheer heights of supremest purposes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is steeper to the angel than the child.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Chances have laws as fixed as planets have,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And disappointment's dry and bitter root,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Envy's harsh berries, and the choking pool</span><br > <span class="i0">Of the world's scorn, are the right -mother-milk</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the tough hearts that pioneer their kind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And break a pathway to those unknown realms</span><br /> +mother-milk</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the tough hearts that pioneer their kind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And break a pathway to those unknown realms</span><br > <span class="i0">That in the earth's broad shadow lie -enthralled;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Endurance is the crowning quality,</span><br /> +enthralled;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Endurance is the crowning quality,</span><br > <span class="i0">And patience all the passion of great hearts;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">These are their stay, and when the leaden -world</span><br /> +world</span><br > <span class="i0">Sets its hard face against their fateful -thought,</span><br /> +thought,</span><br > <span class="i0">And brute strength, like a scornful -conqueror,</span><br /> +conqueror,</span><br > <span class="i0">Clangs his huge mace down in the other scale,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">The inspired soul but flings his patience in,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And slowly that outweighs the ponderous -globe,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One faith against a whole earth's unbelief,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One soul against the flesh of all mankind.</span><br /> +globe,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">One faith against a whole earth's unbelief,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One soul against the flesh of all mankind.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Thus ever seems it when my soul can hear</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thus ever seems it when my soul can hear</span><br > <span class="i0">The voice that errs not; then my triumph -gleams,</span><br /> +gleams,</span><br > <span class="i0">O'er the blank ocean beckoning, and all night</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">My heart flies on before me as I sail;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far on I see my lifelong enterprise,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">My heart flies on before me as I sail;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far on I see my lifelong enterprise,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which rose like Ganges mid the freezing snows</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Of a world's sordidness, sweep broadening -down,</span><br /> +down,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 183]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 183]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And, gathering to itself a thousand streams,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grow sacred ere it mingle with the sea;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see the ungated wall of chaos old,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With blocks Cyclopean hewn of solid night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fade like a wreath of unreturning mist</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And, gathering to itself a thousand streams,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grow sacred ere it mingle with the sea;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see the ungated wall of chaos old,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With blocks Cyclopean hewn of solid night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fade like a wreath of unreturning mist</span><br > <span class="i0">Before the irreversible feet of light;—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And lo, with what clear omen in the east</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And lo, with what clear omen in the east</span><br > <span class="i0">On day's gray threshold stands the eager -dawn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like young Leander rosy from the sea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Glowing at Hero's lattice!</span><br /> +dawn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like young Leander rosy from the sea</span><br > +<span class="i0">Glowing at Hero's lattice!</span><br > -<span class="i010">One day more</span><br /> +<span class="i010">One day more</span><br > <span class="i0">These muttering shoalbrains leave the helm to -me.</span><br /> +me.</span><br > <span class="i0">God, let me not in their dull ooze be -stranded;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let not this one frail bark, to hollow which</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have dug out the pith and sinewy heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of my aspiring life's fair trunk, be so</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cast up to warp and blacken in the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just as the opposing wind 'gins whistle off</span><br /> +stranded;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let not this one frail bark, to hollow which</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have dug out the pith and sinewy heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of my aspiring life's fair trunk, be so</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cast up to warp and blacken in the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just as the opposing wind 'gins whistle off</span><br > <span class="i0">His cheek-swollen mates, and from the leaning -mast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fortune's full sail strains forward!</span><br /> -<span class="i14">One poor day!—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Remember whose and not how short it is!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is God's day, it is Columbus's.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is more than time enough to find a world.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1844.</span><br /> +mast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fortune's full sail strains forward!</span><br > +<span class="i14">One poor day!—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Remember whose and not how short it is!</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is God's day, it is Columbus's.</span><br > +<span class="i0">A lavish day! One day, with life and heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is more than time enough to find a world.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1844.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Hamburg" id="Hamburg"></a></p> +<p><a id="Hamburg"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>AN INCIDENT OF THE FIRE AT HAMBURG.</h4> <span class="i00g">The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the -skies,</span><br /> +skies,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of -centuries;</span><br /> +centuries;</span><br > <span class="i0g">You could not deem its crowding spires a work of human -art,</span><br /> +art,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They seemed to struggle lightward from a sturdy living -heart.</span><br /> +heart.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or in -oak,</span><br /> +oak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Than, through the pious builder's hand, in that gray -pile she spoke;</span><br /> +pile she spoke;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 184]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 184]</span><br > <span class="i0g">And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and -alone,</span><br /> +alone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in -obedient stone.</span><br /> +obedient stone.</span><br > <span class="i00g">It seemed a wondrous freak of chance, so perfect, yet -so rough,</span><br /> +so rough,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A whim of Nature crystallized slowly in granite -tough;</span><br /> +tough;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The thick spires yearned towards the sky in quaint, -harmonious lines,</span><br /> +harmonious lines,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And in broad sunlight basked and slept, like a grove of -blasted pines.</span><br /> +blasted pines.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Never did rock or stream or tree lay claim with better -right</span><br /> +right</span><br > <span class="i0g">To all the adorning sympathies of shadow and of -light;</span><br /> +light;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, in that forest petrified, as forester there -dwells</span><br /> +dwells</span><br > <span class="i0g">Stout Herman, the old sacristan, sole lord of all its -bells.</span><br /> +bells.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Surge leaping after surge, the fire roared onward red -as blood,</span><br /> +as blood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till half of Hamburg lay engulfed beneath the eddying -flood;</span><br /> +flood;</span><br > <span class="i0g">For miles away, the fiery spray poured down its deadly -rain,</span><br /> +rain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And back and forth the billows sucked, and paused, and -burst again.</span><br /> +burst again.</span><br > <span class="i00g">From square to square with tiger leaps panted the -lustful fire,</span><br /> +lustful fire,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The air to leeward shuddered with the gasps of its -desire;</span><br /> +desire;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And church and palace, which even now stood whelmed but -to the knee,</span><br /> +to the knee,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Lift their black roofs like breakers lone amid the -whirling sea.</span><br /> +whirling sea.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Up in his tower old Herman sat and watched with quiet -look;</span><br /> +look;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His soul had trusted God too long to be at last -forsook;</span><br /> +forsook;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He could not fear, for surely God a pathway would -unfold</span><br /> +unfold</span><br > <span class="i0g">Through this red sea for faithful hearts, as once he -did of old.</span><br /> +did of old.</span><br > <span class="i00g">But scarcely can he cross himself, or on his good saint -call,</span><br /> +call,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 185]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 185]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Before the sacrilegious flood o'erleaped the churchyard -wall;</span><br /> +wall;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, ere a <i>pater</i> half was said, mid smoke and -crackling glare,</span><br /> +crackling glare,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His island tower scarce juts its head above the wide -despair.</span><br /> +despair.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Upon the peril's desperate peak his heart stood up -sublime;</span><br /> +sublime;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His first thought was for God above, his next was for -his chime;</span><br /> +his chime;</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Sing now and make your voices heard in hymns of -praise," cried he,</span><br /> +praise," cried he,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"As did the Israelites of old, safe walking through -the sea!</span><br /> +the sea!</span><br > <span class="i00g">"Through this red sea our God hath made the pathway -safe to shore;</span><br /> +safe to shore;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our promised land stands full in sight; shout now as -ne'er before!"</span><br /> +ne'er before!"</span><br > <span class="i0g">And as the tower came crushing down, the bells, in -clear accord,</span><br /> +clear accord,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Pealed forth the grand old German hymn,—"All good -souls, praise the Lord!"</span><br /> +souls, praise the Lord!"</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Sower" id="Sower"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sower"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE SOWER.</h4> -<span class="i00">I saw a Sower walking slow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Across the earth, from east to west;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His hair was white as mountain snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His head drooped forward on his breast.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">With shrivelled hands he flung his seed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor ever turned to look behind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of sight or sound he took no heed;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It seemed he was both deaf and blind.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">His dim face showed no soul beneath,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet in my heart I felt a stir,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if I looked upon the sheath</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That once had clasped Excalibur.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 186]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I heard, as still the seed he cast,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How, crooning to himself, he sung,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"I sow again the holy Past,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The happy days when I was young.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Then all was wheat without a tare,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then all was righteous, fair, and true;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I am he whose thoughtful care</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shall plant the Old World in the New.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"The fruitful germs I scatter free,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With busy hand, while all men sleep;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In Europe now, from sea to sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The nations bless me as they reap."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then I looked back along his path,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And heard the clash of steel on steel,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where man faced man, in deadly wrath,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">While clanged the tocsin's hurrying peal.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The sky with burning towns flared red,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nearer the noise of fighting rolled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And brothers' blood, by brothers shed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Crept, curdling, over pavements cold.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then marked I how each germ of truth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which through the dotard's fingers ran</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was mated with a dragon's tooth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whence there sprang up an armed man.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I shouted, but he could not hear;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Made signs, but these he could not see;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And still, without a doubt or fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Broadcast he scattered anarchy.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Long to my straining ears the blast</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I saw a Sower walking slow</span><br > +<span class="i2">Across the earth, from east to west;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His hair was white as mountain snow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His head drooped forward on his breast.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">With shrivelled hands he flung his seed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor ever turned to look behind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of sight or sound he took no heed;</span><br > +<span class="i2">It seemed he was both deaf and blind.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">His dim face showed no soul beneath,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet in my heart I felt a stir,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if I looked upon the sheath</span><br > +<span class="i2">That once had clasped Excalibur.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 186]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I heard, as still the seed he cast,</span><br > +<span class="i2">How, crooning to himself, he sung,—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"I sow again the holy Past,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The happy days when I was young.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Then all was wheat without a tare,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then all was righteous, fair, and true;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I am he whose thoughtful care</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shall plant the Old World in the New.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"The fruitful germs I scatter free,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With busy hand, while all men sleep;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In Europe now, from sea to sea,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The nations bless me as they reap."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then I looked back along his path,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And heard the clash of steel on steel,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where man faced man, in deadly wrath,</span><br > +<span class="i2">While clanged the tocsin's hurrying peal.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The sky with burning towns flared red,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nearer the noise of fighting rolled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And brothers' blood, by brothers shed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Crept, curdling, over pavements cold.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then marked I how each germ of truth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which through the dotard's fingers ran</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was mated with a dragon's tooth</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whence there sprang up an armed man.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I shouted, but he could not hear;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Made signs, but these he could not see;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And still, without a doubt or fear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Broadcast he scattered anarchy.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Long to my straining ears the blast</span><br > <span class="i2">Brought faintly back the words he -sung:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"I sow again the holy Past,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The happy days when I was young."</span><br /> +sung:—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"I sow again the holy Past,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The happy days when I was young."</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Hunger" id="Hunger"></a></p> +<p><a id="Hunger"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 187]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 187]</span><br > <h4>HUNGER AND COLD.</h4> -<span class="i00">Sisters two, all praise to you,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With your faces pinched and blue;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the poor man you've been true</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From of old:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You can speak the keenest word,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You are sure of being heard,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the point you're never stirred,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Let sleek statesmen temporize;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Palsied are their shifts and lies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When they meet your bloodshot eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Grim and bold;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Policy you set at naught,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In their traps you'll not be caught,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You're too honest to be bought,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Bolt and bar the palace-door;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While the mass of men are poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Naked truth grows more and more</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Uncontrolled;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You had never yet, I guess,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Any praise for bashfulness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You can visit sans court-dress,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">While the music fell and rose,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the dance reeled to its close,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where her round of costly woes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fashion strolled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I beheld with shuddering fear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wolves' eyes through the windows peer;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Little dream they you are near,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">When the toiler's heart you clutch,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Conscience is not valued much,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He recks not a bloody smutch</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On his gold:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Everything to you defers,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 188]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">You are potent reasoners,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At your whisper Treason stirs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Rude comparisons you draw,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Words refuse to sate your maw,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your gaunt limbs the cobweb law</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cannot hold:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You 're not clogged with foolish pride,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But can seize a right denied;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Somehow God is on your side,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">You respect no hoary wrong</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More for having triumphed long;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its past victims, haggard throng,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the mould</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You unbury: swords and spears</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Weaker are than poor men's tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Weaker than your silent years,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Let them guard both hall and bower;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the window you will glower,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Patient till your reckoning hour</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shall be tolled:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cheeks are pale, but hands are red,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Guiltless blood may chance be shed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But ye must and will be fed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">God has plans man must not spoil,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some were made to starve and toil,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some to share the wine and oil,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We are told:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Devil's theories are these,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stifling hope and love and peace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Framed your hideous lusts to please,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Scatter ashes on thy head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tears of burning sorrow shed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earth! and be by pity led</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To Love's fold;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 189]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Ere they block the very door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With lean corpses of the poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And will hush for naught but gore,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1844.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Sisters two, all praise to you,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With your faces pinched and blue;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the poor man you've been true</span><br > +<span class="i2">From of old:</span><br > +<span class="i0">You can speak the keenest word,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You are sure of being heard,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the point you're never stirred,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Let sleek statesmen temporize;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Palsied are their shifts and lies</span><br > +<span class="i0">When they meet your bloodshot eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Grim and bold;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Policy you set at naught,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In their traps you'll not be caught,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You're too honest to be bought,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Bolt and bar the palace-door;</span><br > +<span class="i0">While the mass of men are poor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Naked truth grows more and more</span><br > +<span class="i2">Uncontrolled;</span><br > +<span class="i0">You had never yet, I guess,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Any praise for bashfulness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You can visit sans court-dress,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">While the music fell and rose,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the dance reeled to its close,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where her round of costly woes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fashion strolled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I beheld with shuddering fear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wolves' eyes through the windows peer;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Little dream they you are near,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">When the toiler's heart you clutch,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Conscience is not valued much,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He recks not a bloody smutch</span><br > +<span class="i2">On his gold:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Everything to you defers,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 188]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">You are potent reasoners,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At your whisper Treason stirs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Rude comparisons you draw,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Words refuse to sate your maw,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your gaunt limbs the cobweb law</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cannot hold:</span><br > +<span class="i0">You 're not clogged with foolish pride,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But can seize a right denied;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Somehow God is on your side,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">You respect no hoary wrong</span><br > +<span class="i0">More for having triumphed long;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its past victims, haggard throng,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the mould</span><br > +<span class="i0">You unbury: swords and spears</span><br > +<span class="i0">Weaker are than poor men's tears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Weaker than your silent years,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Let them guard both hall and bower;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the window you will glower,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Patient till your reckoning hour</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shall be tolled:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cheeks are pale, but hands are red,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Guiltless blood may chance be shed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But ye must and will be fed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">God has plans man must not spoil,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some were made to starve and toil,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some to share the wine and oil,</span><br > +<span class="i2">We are told:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Devil's theories are these,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stifling hope and love and peace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Framed your hideous lusts to please,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Scatter ashes on thy head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tears of burning sorrow shed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earth! and be by pity led</span><br > +<span class="i2">To Love's fold;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 189]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Ere they block the very door</span><br > +<span class="i0">With lean corpses of the poor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And will hush for naught but gore,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunger and Cold!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1844.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Landlord" id="Landlord"></a></p> +<p><a id="Landlord"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE LANDLORD.</h4> -<span class="i00">What boot your houses and your lands?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In spite of close-drawn deed and fence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like water, 'twixt your cheated hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They slip into the graveyard's sands</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And mock your ownership's pretence.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">How shall you speak to urge your right,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Choked with that soil for which you lust</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bit of clay, for whose delight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You grasp, is mortgaged, too; Death might</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Foreclose this very day in dust.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Fence as you please, this plain poor man,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose only fields are in his wit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who shapes the world, as best he can,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">According to God's higher plan,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Owns you and fences as is fit.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Though yours the rents, his incomes wax</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By right of eminent domain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From factory tall to woodman's axe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All things on earth must pay their tax,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To feed his hungry heart and brain.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">He takes you from your easy-chair,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And what he plans, that you must do.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You sleep in down, eat dainty fare,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He mounts his crazy garret-stair</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And starves, the landlord over you.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Feeding the clods your idlesse drains,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You make more green six feet of soil;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His fruitful word, like suns and rains,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Partakes the seasons' bounteous pains,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And toils to lighten human toil.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 190]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Your lands, with force or cunning got,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shrink to the measure of the grave;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Death himself abridges not</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tenures of almighty thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The titles of the wise and brave.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">What boot your houses and your lands?</span><br > +<span class="i2">In spite of close-drawn deed and fence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like water, 'twixt your cheated hands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They slip into the graveyard's sands</span><br > +<span class="i2">And mock your ownership's pretence.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">How shall you speak to urge your right,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Choked with that soil for which you lust</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bit of clay, for whose delight</span><br > +<span class="i0">You grasp, is mortgaged, too; Death might</span><br > +<span class="i2">Foreclose this very day in dust.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Fence as you please, this plain poor man,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose only fields are in his wit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who shapes the world, as best he can,</span><br > +<span class="i0">According to God's higher plan,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Owns you and fences as is fit.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Though yours the rents, his incomes wax</span><br > +<span class="i2">By right of eminent domain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">From factory tall to woodman's axe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All things on earth must pay their tax,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To feed his hungry heart and brain.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">He takes you from your easy-chair,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And what he plans, that you must do.</span><br > +<span class="i0">You sleep in down, eat dainty fare,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">He mounts his crazy garret-stair</span><br > +<span class="i2">And starves, the landlord over you.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Feeding the clods your idlesse drains,</span><br > +<span class="i2">You make more green six feet of soil;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His fruitful word, like suns and rains,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Partakes the seasons' bounteous pains,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And toils to lighten human toil.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 190]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Your lands, with force or cunning got,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shrink to the measure of the grave;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Death himself abridges not</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tenures of almighty thought,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The titles of the wise and brave.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Pine" id="Pine"></a></p> +<p><a id="Pine"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO A PINE-TREE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Far up on Katahdin thou towerest,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Purple-blue with the distance and vast;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Far up on Katahdin thou towerest,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Purple-blue with the distance and vast;</span><br > <span class="i0">Like a cloud o'er the lowlands thou lowerest,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">That hangs poised on a lull in the blast,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">To its fall leaning awful.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">That hangs poised on a lull in the blast,</span><br > +<span class="i4">To its fall leaning awful.</span><br > -<span class="i00">In the storm, like a prophet o'ermaddened,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou singest and tossest thy branches;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy heart with the terror is gladdened,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou forebodest the dread avalanches,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">When whole mountains swoop valeward.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">In the storm, like a prophet o'ermaddened,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou singest and tossest thy branches;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy heart with the terror is gladdened,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou forebodest the dread avalanches,</span><br > +<span class="i4">When whole mountains swoop valeward.</span><br > <span class="i00">In the calm thou o'erstretchest the valleys</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">With thine arms, as if blessings imploring,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Like an old king led forth from his palace,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">When his people to battle are pouring</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From the city beneath him.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">When his people to battle are pouring</span><br > +<span class="i4">From the city beneath him.</span><br > -<span class="i00">To the lumberer asleep 'neath thy glooming</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou dost sing of wild billows in motion,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">To the lumberer asleep 'neath thy glooming</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou dost sing of wild billows in motion,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till he longs to be swung mid their booming</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">In the tents of the Arabs of ocean,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Whose finned isles are their cattle.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">In the tents of the Arabs of ocean,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Whose finned isles are their cattle.</span><br > -<span class="i00">For the gale snatches thee for his lyre,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With mad hand crashing melody frantic,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While he pours forth his mighty desire</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To leap down on the eager Atlantic,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Whose arms stretch to his playmate.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">For the gale snatches thee for his lyre,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With mad hand crashing melody frantic,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While he pours forth his mighty desire</span><br > +<span class="i2">To leap down on the eager Atlantic,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Whose arms stretch to his playmate.</span><br > <span class="i00">The wild storm makes his lair in thy -branches,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Preying thence on the continent under;</span><br /> +branches,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Preying thence on the continent under;</span><br > <span class="i0">Like a lion, crouched close on his haunches,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">There awaiteth his leap the fierce thunder,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Growling low with impatience.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Growling low with impatience.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 191]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 191]</span><br > <span class="i00">Spite of winter, thou keep'st thy green -glory,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lusty father of Titans past number!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The snow-flakes alone make thee hoary,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nestling close to thy branches in slumber,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And thee mantling with silence.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou alone know'st the splendor of winter,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Mid thy snow-silvered, hushed precipices,</span><br /> +glory,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lusty father of Titans past number!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The snow-flakes alone make thee hoary,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nestling close to thy branches in slumber,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And thee mantling with silence.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou alone know'st the splendor of winter,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Mid thy snow-silvered, hushed precipices,</span><br > <span class="i0">Hearing crags of green ice groan and -splinter,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And then plunge down the muffled abysses</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In the quiet of midnight.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou alone know'st the glory of summer,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gazing down on thy broad seas of forest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On thy subjects that send a proud murmur</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Up to thee, to their sachem, who towerest</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From thy bleak throne to heaven.</span><br /> +splinter,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And then plunge down the muffled abysses</span><br > +<span class="i4">In the quiet of midnight.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou alone know'st the glory of summer,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gazing down on thy broad seas of forest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On thy subjects that send a proud murmur</span><br > +<span class="i2">Up to thee, to their sachem, who towerest</span><br > +<span class="i4">From thy bleak throne to heaven.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Descendero" id="Descendero"></a></p> +<p><a id="Descendero"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>SI DESCENDERO IN INFERNUM, ADES.</h4> -<span class="i00">O, wandering dim on the extremest edge</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O, wandering dim on the extremest edge</span><br > <span class="i2">Of God's bright providence, whose spirits -sigh</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drearily in you, like the winter sedge</span><br /> +sigh</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drearily in you, like the winter sedge</span><br > <span class="i2">That shivers o'er the dead pool stiff and -dry,</span><br /> +dry,</span><br > <span class="i2">A thin, sad voice, when the bold wind roars -by</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From the clear North of Duty,—</span><br /> +by</span><br > +<span class="i4">From the clear North of Duty,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Still by cracked arch and broken shaft I -trace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That here was once a shrine and holy place</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of the supernal Beauty,—</span><br /> +trace</span><br > +<span class="i0">That here was once a shrine and holy place</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of the supernal Beauty,—</span><br > <span class="i2">A child's play-altar reared of stones and -moss,</span><br /> +moss,</span><br > <span class="i2">With wilted flowers for offering laid across,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Mute recognition of the all-ruling Grace.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Mute recognition of the all-ruling Grace.</span><br > -<span class="i00">How far are ye from the innocent, from those</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose hearts are as a little lane serene,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">How far are ye from the innocent, from those</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose hearts are as a little lane serene,</span><br > <span class="i0">Smooth-heaped from wall to wall with unbroke -snows,</span><br /> +snows,</span><br > <span class="i2">Or in the summer blithe with lamb-cropped -green,</span><br /> +green,</span><br > <span class="i2">Save the one track, where naught more rude is -seen</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Than the plump wain at even</span><br /> +seen</span><br > +<span class="i4">Than the plump wain at even</span><br > <span class="i0">Bringing home four months' sunshine bound in -sheaves!—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How far are ye from those! yet who believes</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That ye can shut out heaven?</span><br /> +sheaves!—</span><br > +<span class="i0">How far are ye from those! yet who believes</span><br > +<span class="i4">That ye can shut out heaven?</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 192]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 192]</span><br > <span class="i2">Your souls partake its influence, not in vain</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Nor all unconscious, as that silent lane</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Nor all unconscious, as that silent lane</span><br > <span class="i0">Its drift of noiseless apple-blooms receives.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i00">Looking within myself, I note how thin</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Looking within myself, I note how thin</span><br > <span class="i2">A plank of station, chance, or prosperous -fate,</span><br /> +fate,</span><br > <span class="i0">Doth fence me from the clutching waves of -sin;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In my own heart I find the worst man's mate,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And see not dimly the smooth-hingèd gate</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That opes to those abysses</span><br /> +sin;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">In my own heart I find the worst man's mate,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And see not dimly the smooth-hingèd gate</span><br > +<span class="i4">That opes to those abysses</span><br > <span class="i0">Where ye grope darkly,—ye who never -knew</span><br /> +knew</span><br > <span class="i0">On your young hearts love's consecrating dew,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Or felt a mother's kisses,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Or felt a mother's kisses,</span><br > <span class="i2">Or home's restraining tendrils round you -curled.</span><br /> +curled.</span><br > <span class="i2">Ah, side by side with heart's-ease in this -world</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The fatal night-shade grows and bitter rue!</span><br /> +world</span><br > +<span class="i0">The fatal night-shade grows and bitter rue!</span><br > <span class="i00">One band ye cannot break,—the force that -clips</span><br /> +clips</span><br > <span class="i2">And grasps your circles to the central light;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Yours is the prodigal comet's long ellipse,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Self-exiled to the farthest verge of night;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Yours is the prodigal comet's long ellipse,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Self-exiled to the farthest verge of night;</span><br > <span class="i2">Yet strives with you no less that inward -might</span><br /> -<span class="i4">No sin hath e'er imbruted;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The god in you the creed-dimmed eye eludes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Law brooks not to have its solitudes</span><br /> -<span class="i4">By bigot feet polluted;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet they who watch your god-compelled return</span><br /> -<span class="i2">May see your happy perihelion burn</span><br /> +might</span><br > +<span class="i4">No sin hath e'er imbruted;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The god in you the creed-dimmed eye eludes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Law brooks not to have its solitudes</span><br > +<span class="i4">By bigot feet polluted;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet they who watch your god-compelled return</span><br > +<span class="i2">May see your happy perihelion burn</span><br > <span class="i0">Where the calm sun his unfledged planets -broods.</span><br /> +broods.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Past" id="Past"></a></p> +<p><a id="Past"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO THE PAST.</h4> -<span class="i00">Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">O kingdom of the past!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There lie the bygone ages in their palls,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Guarded by shadows vast,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There all is hushed and breathless,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save when some image of old error falls</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Earth worshipped once as deathless.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls,</span><br > +<span class="i4">O kingdom of the past!</span><br > +<span class="i0">There lie the bygone ages in their palls,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Guarded by shadows vast,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">There all is hushed and breathless,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save when some image of old error falls</span><br > +<span class="i2">Earth worshipped once as deathless.</span><br > <span class="i00">There sits drear Egypt, mid beleaguering -sands,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Half woman and half beast,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 193]</span><br /> +sands,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Half woman and half beast,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 193]</span><br > <span class="i0">The burnt-out torch within her mouldering -hands</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That once lit all the East;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A dotard bleared and hoary,</span><br /> +hands</span><br > +<span class="i4">That once lit all the East;</span><br > +<span class="i2">A dotard bleared and hoary,</span><br > <span class="i0">There Asser crouches o'er the blackened -brands</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of Asia's long-quenched glory.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Still as a city buried 'neath the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Thy courts and temples stand;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Idle as forms on wind-waved tapestry</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of saints and heroes grand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy phantasms grope and shiver,</span><br /> +brands</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of Asia's long-quenched glory.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Still as a city buried 'neath the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Thy courts and temples stand;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Idle as forms on wind-waved tapestry</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of saints and heroes grand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy phantasms grope and shiver,</span><br > <span class="i0">Or watch the loose shores crumbling silently</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Into Time's gnawing river.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Titanic shapes with faces blank and dun,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of their old godhead lorn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gaze on the embers of the sunken sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Which they misdeem for morn;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet the eternal sorrow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In their unmonarched eyes says day is done</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Without the hope of morrow.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O realm of silence and of swart eclipse,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The shapes that haunt thy gloom</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Into Time's gnawing river.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Titanic shapes with faces blank and dun,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of their old godhead lorn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gaze on the embers of the sunken sun,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Which they misdeem for morn;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet the eternal sorrow</span><br > +<span class="i0">In their unmonarched eyes says day is done</span><br > +<span class="i2">Without the hope of morrow.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O realm of silence and of swart eclipse,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The shapes that haunt thy gloom</span><br > <span class="i0">Make signs to us and move their withered lips</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Across the gulf of doom;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet all their sound and motion</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Across the gulf of doom;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet all their sound and motion</span><br > <span class="i0">Bring no more freight to us than wraiths of -ships</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On the mirage's ocean.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And if sometimes a moaning wandereth</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From out thy desolate halls,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If some grim shadow of thy living death</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Across our sunshine falls</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And scares the world to error,</span><br /> +ships</span><br > +<span class="i2">On the mirage's ocean.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And if sometimes a moaning wandereth</span><br > +<span class="i4">From out thy desolate halls,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If some grim shadow of thy living death</span><br > +<span class="i4">Across our sunshine falls</span><br > +<span class="i2">And scares the world to error,</span><br > <span class="i0">The eternal life sends forth melodious breath</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">To chase the misty terror.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">To chase the misty terror.</span><br > <span class="i00">Thy mighty clamors, wars, and world-noised -deeds</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Are silent now in dust,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gone like a tremble of the huddling reeds</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Beneath some sudden gust;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy forms and creeds have vanished,</span><br /> +deeds</span><br > +<span class="i4">Are silent now in dust,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gone like a tremble of the huddling reeds</span><br > +<span class="i4">Beneath some sudden gust;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy forms and creeds have vanished,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 194]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 194]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Tossed out to wither like unsightly weeds</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the world's garden banished.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Tossed out to wither like unsightly weeds</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the world's garden banished.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Whatever of true life there was in thee</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Leaps in our age's veins;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wield still thy bent and wrinkled empery,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And shake thine idle chains;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To thee thy dross is clinging,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For us thy martyrs die, thy prophets see,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy poets still are singing.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Whatever of true life there was in thee</span><br > +<span class="i4">Leaps in our age's veins;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wield still thy bent and wrinkled empery,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And shake thine idle chains;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">To thee thy dross is clinging,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For us thy martyrs die, thy prophets see,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy poets still are singing.</span><br > <span class="i00">Here, mid the bleak waves of our strife and -care,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Float the green Fortunate Isles,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where all thy hero-spirits dwell, and share</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Our martyrdoms and toils;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The present moves attended</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With all of brave and excellent and fair</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That made the old time splendid.</span><br /> +care,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Float the green Fortunate Isles,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where all thy hero-spirits dwell, and share</span><br > +<span class="i4">Our martyrdoms and toils;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The present moves attended</span><br > +<span class="i0">With all of brave and excellent and fair</span><br > +<span class="i2">That made the old time splendid.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Future" id="Future"></a></p> +<p><a id="Future"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO THE FUTURE.</h4> <span class="i00">O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy golden harvests flowing out of sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy nestled homes and sun-illumined towers?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gazing upon the sunset's high-heaped gold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its crags of opal and of chrysolite,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its deeps on deeps of glory, that unfold</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Still brightening abysses,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And blazing precipices,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy golden harvests flowing out of sight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy nestled homes and sun-illumined towers?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gazing upon the sunset's high-heaped gold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its crags of opal and of chrysolite,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its deeps on deeps of glory, that unfold</span><br > +<span class="i4">Still brightening abysses,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And blazing precipices,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whence but a scanty leap it seems to heaven,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Sometimes a glimpse is given</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Sometimes a glimpse is given</span><br > <span class="i0">Of thy more gorgeous realm, thy more unstinted -blisses.</span><br /> +blisses.</span><br > -<span class="i00">O Land of Quiet! to thy shore the surf</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of the perturbèd Present rolls and sleeps;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O Land of Quiet! to thy shore the surf</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of the perturbèd Present rolls and sleeps;</span><br > <span class="i0">Our storms breathe soft as June upon thy turf</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And lure out blossoms; to thy bosom leaps,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As to a mother's, the o'erwearied heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hearing far off and dim the toiling mart,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And lure out blossoms; to thy bosom leaps,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As to a mother's, the o'erwearied heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hearing far off and dim the toiling mart,</span><br > <span class="i2">The hurrying feet, the curses without number,</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 195]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 195]</span><br > -<span class="i4">And, circled with the glow Elysian,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of thine exulting vision,</span><br /> +<span class="i4">And, circled with the glow Elysian,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of thine exulting vision,</span><br > <span class="i0">Out of its very cares wooes charms for peace and -slumber.</span><br /> +slumber.</span><br > <span class="i00">To thee the Earth lifts up her fettered hands</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">And cries for vengeance; with a pitying smile</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Thou blessest her, and she forgets her bands,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And her old woe-worn face a little while</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And her old woe-worn face a little while</span><br > <span class="i0">Grows young and noble; unto thee the -Oppressor</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Looks, and is dumb with awe;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The eternal law,</span><br /> +Oppressor</span><br > +<span class="i4">Looks, and is dumb with awe;</span><br > +<span class="i4">The eternal law,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which makes the crime its own blindfold -redresser,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shadows his heart with perilous foreboding,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And he can see the grim-eyed Doom</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From out the trembling gloom</span><br /> +redresser,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shadows his heart with perilous foreboding,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And he can see the grim-eyed Doom</span><br > +<span class="i4">From out the trembling gloom</span><br > <span class="i0">Its silent-footed steeds toward his palace -goading.</span><br /> +goading.</span><br > -<span class="i00">What promises hast thou for Poets' eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Aweary of the turmoil and the wrong!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To all their hopes what overjoyed replies!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">What promises hast thou for Poets' eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Aweary of the turmoil and the wrong!</span><br > +<span class="i0">To all their hopes what overjoyed replies!</span><br > <span class="i2">What undreamed ecstasies for blissful song!</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Thy happy plains no war-trump's brawling -clangor</span><br /> +clangor</span><br > <span class="i2">Disturbs, and fools the poor to hate the -poor;</span><br /> +poor;</span><br > <span class="i0">The humble glares not on the high with anger;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Love leaves no grudge at less, no greed for -more;</span><br /> +more;</span><br > <span class="i0">In vain strives Self the god-like sense to -smother;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From the soul's deeps</span><br /> -<span class="i4">It throbs and leaps;</span><br /> +smother;</span><br > +<span class="i4">From the soul's deeps</span><br > +<span class="i4">It throbs and leaps;</span><br > <span class="i0">The noble 'neath foul rags beholds his long-lost -brother.</span><br /> +brother.</span><br > -<span class="i00">To thee the Martyr looketh, and his fires</span><br /> +<span class="i00">To thee the Martyr looketh, and his fires</span><br > <span class="i2">Unlock their fangs and leave his spirit free;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To thee the Poet mid his toil aspires,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And grief and hunger climb about his knee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Welcome as children; thou upholdest</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The lone Inventor by his demon haunted;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">To thee the Poet mid his toil aspires,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And grief and hunger climb about his knee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Welcome as children; thou upholdest</span><br > +<span class="i2">The lone Inventor by his demon haunted;</span><br > <span class="i0">The Prophet cries to thee when hearts are -coldest,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And, gazing o'er the midnight's bleak abyss,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Sees the drowsed soul awaken at thy kiss,</span><br /> +coldest,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And, gazing o'er the midnight's bleak abyss,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Sees the drowsed soul awaken at thy kiss,</span><br > <span class="i0">And stretch its happy arms and leap up -disenchanted.</span><br /> +disenchanted.</span><br > <span class="i00">Thou bringest vengeance, but so loving-kindly</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">The guilty thinks it pity; taught by thee,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 196]</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">The guilty thinks it pity; taught by thee,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 196]</span><br > <span class="i0">Fierce tyrants drop the scourges wherewith -blindly</span><br /> +blindly</span><br > <span class="i2">Their own souls they were scarring; conquerors -see</span><br /> +see</span><br > <span class="i0">With horror in their hands the accursed spear</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">That tore the meek One's side on Calvary,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">That tore the meek One's side on Calvary,</span><br > <span class="i0">And from their trophies shrink with ghastly -fear;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Thou, too, art the Forgiver,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The beauty of man's soul to man revealing;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The arrows from thy quiver</span><br /> +fear;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Thou, too, art the Forgiver,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The beauty of man's soul to man revealing;</span><br > +<span class="i4">The arrows from thy quiver</span><br > <span class="i0">Pierce Error's guilty heart, but only pierce for -healing.</span><br /> +healing.</span><br > -<span class="i00">O, whither, whither, glory-wingèd dreams,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O, whither, whither, glory-wingèd dreams,</span><br > <span class="i2">From out Life's sweat and turmoil would ye bear -me?</span><br /> +me?</span><br > <span class="i0">Shut, gates of Fancy, on your golden -gleams,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This agony of hopeless contrast spare me!</span><br /> +gleams,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">This agony of hopeless contrast spare me!</span><br > <span class="i0">Fade, cheating glow, and leave me to my -night!</span><br /> -<span class="i4">He is a coward, who would borrow</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A charm against the present sorrow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the vague Future's promise of delight:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As life's alarums nearer roll,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The ancestral buckler calls,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Self-clanging from the walls</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the high temple of the soul;</span><br /> +night!</span><br > +<span class="i4">He is a coward, who would borrow</span><br > +<span class="i4">A charm against the present sorrow</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the vague Future's promise of delight:</span><br > +<span class="i2">As life's alarums nearer roll,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The ancestral buckler calls,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Self-clanging from the walls</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the high temple of the soul;</span><br > <span class="i0">Where are most sorrows, there the poet's sphere -is,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">To feed the soul with patience,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">To heal its desolations</span><br /> +is,</span><br > +<span class="i4">To feed the soul with patience,</span><br > +<span class="i4">To heal its desolations</span><br > <span class="i0">With words of unshorn truth, with love that never -wearies.</span><br /> +wearies.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Hebe" id="Hebe"></a></p> +<p><a id="Hebe"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>HEBE.</h4> -<span class="i02">I saw the twinkle of white feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I saw the flash of robes descending;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Before her ran an influence fleet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That bowed my heart like barley bending.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">As, in bare fields, the searching bees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pilot to blooms beyond our finding,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It led me on, by sweet degrees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Joy's simple honey-cells unbinding.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With nearer love the sky leaned o'er me;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The long-sought Secret's golden gates</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On musical hinges swung before me.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 197]</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">I saw the brimmed bowl in her grasp</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thrilling with godhood; like a lover</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I sprang the proffered life to clasp;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The beaker fell; the luck was over.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">The Earth has drunk the vintage up;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What boots it patch the goblet's splinters?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Can Summer fill the icy cup,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter's?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">O spendthrift, haste! await the Gods;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their nectar crowns the lips of Patience;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Haste scatters on unthankful sods</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The immortal gift in vain libations.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Coy Hebe flies from those that woo,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And shuns the hands would seize upon her,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Follow thy life, and she will sue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To pour for thee the cup of honor.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I saw the twinkle of white feet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I saw the flash of robes descending;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Before her ran an influence fleet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That bowed my heart like barley bending.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">As, in bare fields, the searching bees</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pilot to blooms beyond our finding,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It led me on, by sweet degrees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Joy's simple honey-cells unbinding.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Those Graces were that seemed grim Fates;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With nearer love the sky leaned o'er me;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The long-sought Secret's golden gates</span><br > +<span class="i0">On musical hinges swung before me.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 197]</span><br > + +<span class="i02">I saw the brimmed bowl in her grasp</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thrilling with godhood; like a lover</span><br > +<span class="i2">I sprang the proffered life to clasp;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The beaker fell; the luck was over.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">The Earth has drunk the vintage up;</span><br > +<span class="i0">What boots it patch the goblet's splinters?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Can Summer fill the icy cup,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter's?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">O spendthrift, haste! await the Gods;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their nectar crowns the lips of Patience;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Haste scatters on unthankful sods</span><br > +<span class="i0">The immortal gift in vain libations.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Coy Hebe flies from those that woo,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And shuns the hands would seize upon her,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Follow thy life, and she will sue</span><br > +<span class="i0">To pour for thee the cup of honor.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Search" id="Search"></a></p> +<p><a id="Search"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE SEARCH.</h4> -<span class="i06">I went to seek for Christ,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And Nature seemed so fair</span><br /> +<span class="i06">I went to seek for Christ,</span><br > +<span class="i6">And Nature seemed so fair</span><br > <span class="i0">That first the woods and fields my youth -enticed,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And I was sure to find him there:</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The temple I forsook,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And to the solitude</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Allegiance paid; but winter came and shook</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The crown and purple from my wood;</span><br /> +enticed,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And I was sure to find him there:</span><br > +<span class="i6">The temple I forsook,</span><br > +<span class="i6">And to the solitude</span><br > +<span class="i0">Allegiance paid; but winter came and shook</span><br > +<span class="i4">The crown and purple from my wood;</span><br > <span class="i0">His snows, like desert sands, with scornful -drift,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Besieged the columned aisle and palace-gate;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My Thebes, cut deep with many a solemn rift,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But epitaphed her own sepulchred state:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then I remembered whom I went to seek,</span><br /> +drift,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Besieged the columned aisle and palace-gate;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My Thebes, cut deep with many a solemn rift,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But epitaphed her own sepulchred state:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then I remembered whom I went to seek,</span><br > <span class="i0">And blessed blunt Winter for his counsel -bleak.</span><br /> +bleak.</span><br > -<span class="i06">Back to the world I turned,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">For Christ, I said, is king;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So the cramped alley and the hut I spurned,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As far beneath his sojourning:</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Mid power and wealth I sought,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">But found no trace of him,</span><br /> +<span class="i06">Back to the world I turned,</span><br > +<span class="i6">For Christ, I said, is king;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So the cramped alley and the hut I spurned,</span><br > +<span class="i4">As far beneath his sojourning:</span><br > +<span class="i6">Mid power and wealth I sought,</span><br > +<span class="i6">But found no trace of him,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 198]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 198]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And all the costly offerings I had brought</span><br /> -<span class="i4">With sudden rust and mould grew dim:</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And all the costly offerings I had brought</span><br > +<span class="i4">With sudden rust and mould grew dim:</span><br > <span class="i0">I found his tomb, indeed, where, by their -laws,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All must on stated days themselves imprison,</span><br /> +laws,</span><br > +<span class="i2">All must on stated days themselves imprison,</span><br > <span class="i0">Mocking with bread a dead creed's grinning -jaws,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Witless how long the life had thence arisen;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Due sacrifice to this they set apart,</span><br /> +jaws,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Witless how long the life had thence arisen;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Due sacrifice to this they set apart,</span><br > <span class="i0">Prizing it more than Christ's own living -heart.</span><br /> +heart.</span><br > -<span class="i06">So from my feet the dust</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Of the proud World I shook;</span><br /> +<span class="i06">So from my feet the dust</span><br > +<span class="i6">Of the proud World I shook;</span><br > <span class="i0">Then came dear Love and shared with me his -crust,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And half my sorrow's burden took.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">After the World's soft bed,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Its rich and dainty fare,</span><br /> +crust,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And half my sorrow's burden took.</span><br > +<span class="i6">After the World's soft bed,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Its rich and dainty fare,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my -head,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">His cheap food seemed as manna rare;</span><br /> +head,</span><br > +<span class="i4">His cheap food seemed as manna rare;</span><br > <span class="i0">Fresh-trodden prints of bare and bleeding -feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Turned to the heedless city whence I came,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hard by I saw, and springs of worship sweet</span><br /> +feet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Turned to the heedless city whence I came,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hard by I saw, and springs of worship sweet</span><br > <span class="i2">Gushed from my cleft heart smitten by the -same;</span><br /> +same;</span><br > <span class="i0">Love looked me in the face and spake no -words,</span><br /> +words,</span><br > <span class="i0">But straight I knew those foot-prints were the -Lord's.</span><br /> +Lord's.</span><br > -<span class="i06">I followed where they led</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And in a hovel rude,</span><br /> +<span class="i06">I followed where they led</span><br > +<span class="i6">And in a hovel rude,</span><br > <span class="i0">With naught to fence the weather from his -head,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The King I sought for meekly stood</span><br /> -<span class="i6">A naked, hungry child</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Clung round his gracious knee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And a poor hunted slave looked up and smiled</span><br /> -<span class="i4">To bless the smile that set him free;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">New miracles I saw his presence do,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No more I knew the hovel bare and poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The gathered chips into a woodpile grew,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The broken morsel swelled to goodly store;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I knelt and wept: my Christ no more I seek,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His throne is with the outcast and the weak.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 199]</span><br /> +head,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The King I sought for meekly stood</span><br > +<span class="i6">A naked, hungry child</span><br > +<span class="i6">Clung round his gracious knee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And a poor hunted slave looked up and smiled</span><br > +<span class="i4">To bless the smile that set him free;</span><br > +<span class="i0">New miracles I saw his presence do,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">No more I knew the hovel bare and poor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The gathered chips into a woodpile grew,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The broken morsel swelled to goodly store;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I knelt and wept: my Christ no more I seek,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His throne is with the outcast and the weak.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 199]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Crisis" id="Crisis"></a></p> +<p><a id="Crisis"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE PRESENT CRISIS.</h4> <span class="i00g">When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad -earth's aching breast</span><br /> +earth's aching breast</span><br > <span class="i0g">Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east -to west,</span><br /> +to west,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul -within him climb</span><br /> +within him climb</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy -sublime</span><br /> +sublime</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem -of Time.</span><br /> +of Time.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the -instantaneous throe,</span><br /> +instantaneous throe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to -and fro;</span><br /> +and fro;</span><br > <span class="i0g">At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing -start,</span><br /> +start,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips -apart,</span><br /> +apart,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath -the Future's heart.</span><br /> +the Future's heart.</span><br > <span class="i00g">So the Evil's triumph sendeth, with a terror and a -chill,</span><br /> +chill,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Under continent to continent, the sense of coming -ill,</span><br /> +ill,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels his sympathies -with God</span><br /> +with God</span><br > <span class="i0g">In hot tear-drops ebbing earthward, to be drunk up by -the sod,</span><br /> +the sod,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till a corpse crawls round unburied, delving in the -nobler clod.</span><br /> +nobler clod.</span><br > <span class="i00g">For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears -along,</span><br /> +along,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flush of -right or wrong;</span><br /> +right or wrong;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast -frame</span><br /> +frame</span><br > <span class="i0g">Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy -or shame;—</span><br /> +or shame;—</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal -claim.</span><br /> +claim.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 200]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 200]</span><br > <span class="i00g">Once to every man and nation comes the moment to -decide,</span><br /> +decide,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or -evil side;</span><br /> +evil side;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the -bloom or blight,</span><br /> +bloom or blight,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon -the right,</span><br /> +the right,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and -that light.</span><br /> +that light.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou -shalt stand,</span><br /> +shalt stand,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust -against our land?</span><br /> +against our land?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 'tis Truth alone -is strong,</span><br /> +is strong,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her -throng</span><br /> +throng</span><br > <span class="i0g">Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from -all wrong.</span><br /> +all wrong.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Backward look across the ages and the beacon-moments -see,</span><br /> +see,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That, like peaks of some sunk continent, jut through -Oblivion's sea;</span><br /> +Oblivion's sea;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not an ear in court or market for the low foreboding -cry</span><br /> +cry</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of those Crises, God's stern winnowers, from whose feet -earth's chaff must fly;</span><br /> +earth's chaff must fly;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Never shows the choice momentous till the judgment hath -passed by.</span><br /> +passed by.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but -record</span><br /> +record</span><br > <span class="i0g">One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems -and the Word;</span><br /> +and the Word;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the -throne,—</span><br /> +throne,—</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet that scaffold sways the Future, and, behind the dim -unknown,</span><br /> +unknown,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his -own.</span><br /> +own.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 201]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 201]</span><br > <span class="i00g">We see dimly in the Present what is small and what is -great,</span><br /> +great,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Slow of faith, how weak an arm may turn the iron helm -of fate,</span><br /> +of fate,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But the soul is still oracular; amid the market's -din,</span><br /> +din,</span><br > <span class="i0g">List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave -within,—</span><br /> +within,—</span><br > <span class="i0g">"They enslave their children's children who make -compromise with sin."</span><br /> +compromise with sin."</span><br > <span class="i00g">Slavery, the earthborn Cyclops, fellest of the giant -brood,</span><br /> +brood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sons of brutish Force and Darkness, who have drenched -the earth with blood,</span><br /> +the earth with blood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our purer -day,</span><br /> +day,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable -prey;—</span><br /> +prey;—</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless -children play?</span><br /> +children play?</span><br > <span class="i00g">Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her -wretched crust,</span><br /> +wretched crust,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis -prosperous to be just;</span><br /> +prosperous to be just;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward -stands aside,</span><br /> +stands aside,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is -crucified,</span><br /> +crucified,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had -denied.</span><br /> +denied.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Count me o'er earth's chosen heroes,—they were -souls that stood alone,</span><br /> +souls that stood alone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While the men they agonized for hurled the contumelious -stone,</span><br /> +stone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Stood serene, and down the future saw the golden beam -incline</span><br /> +incline</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the side of perfect justice, mastered by their faith -divine,</span><br /> +divine,</span><br > <span class="i0g">By one man's plain truth to manhood and to God's -supreme design.</span><br /> +supreme design.</span><br > <span class="i00g">By the light of burning heretics Christ's bleeding feet -I track,</span><br /> +I track,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 202]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 202]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Toiling up new Calvaries ever with the cross that turns -not back,</span><br /> +not back,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And these mounts of anguish number how each generation -learned</span><br /> +learned</span><br > <span class="i0g">One new word of that grand <i>Credo</i> which in -prophet-hearts hath burned</span><br /> +prophet-hearts hath burned</span><br > <span class="i0g">Since the first man stood God-conquered with his face -to heaven upturned.</span><br /> +to heaven upturned.</span><br > <span class="i00g">For Humanity sweeps onward: where to-day the martyr -stands,</span><br /> +stands,</span><br > <span class="i0g">On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his -hands;</span><br /> +hands;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling -fagots burn,</span><br /> +fagots burn,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe -return</span><br /> +return</span><br > <span class="i0g">To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden -urn.</span><br /> +urn.</span><br > <span class="i00b">'Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle -slaves</span><br /> +slaves</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' -graves,</span><br /> +graves,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a -crime;—</span><br /> +crime;—</span><br > <span class="i0g">Was the Mayflower launched by cowards, steered by men -behind their time?</span><br /> +behind their time?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Turn those tracks toward Past or Future, that make -Plymouth rock sublime?</span><br /> +Plymouth rock sublime?</span><br > <span class="i00g">They were men of present valor, stalwart old -iconoclasts,</span><br /> +iconoclasts,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the -Past's;</span><br /> +Past's;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that -hath made us free,</span><br /> +hath made us free,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender -spirits flee</span><br /> +spirits flee</span><br > <span class="i0g">The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them -across the sea.</span><br /> +across the sea.</span><br > <span class="i00g">They have rights who dare maintain them; we are -traitors to our sires,</span><br /> +traitors to our sires,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Smothering in their holy ashes Freedom's new-lit -altar-fires;</span><br /> +altar-fires;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shall we make their creed our jailer? Shall we, in our -haste to slay,</span><br /> +haste to slay,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 203]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 203]</span><br > <span class="i0g">From the tombs of the old prophets steal the funeral -lamps away</span><br /> +lamps away</span><br > <span class="i0g">To light up the martyr-fagots round the prophets of -to-day?</span><br /> +to-day?</span><br > <span class="i00g">New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good -uncouth;</span><br /> +uncouth;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They must upward still, and onward, who would keep -abreast of Truth;</span><br /> +abreast of Truth;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must -Pilgrims be,</span><br /> +Pilgrims be,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the -desperate winter sea,</span><br /> +desperate winter sea,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's -blood-rusted key.</span><br /> -<span class="i2"><i>December</i>, 1845.</span><br /> +blood-rusted key.</span><br > +<span class="i2"><i>December</i>, 1845.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="SummerRev" id="SummerRev"></a></p> +<p><a id="SummerRev"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>AN INDIAN-SUMMER REVERIE.</h4> -<span class="i04">What visionary tints the year puts on,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">What visionary tints the year puts on,</span><br > <span class="i2">When falling leaves falter through motionless -air</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The bowl between me and those distant hills,</span><br /> +air</span><br > +<span class="i4">Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!</span><br > +<span class="i2">How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,</span><br > +<span class="i4">As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills</span><br > +<span class="i4">The bowl between me and those distant hills,</span><br > <span class="i0">And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous -hair!</span><br /> +hair!</span><br > <span class="i04">No more the landscape holds its wealth apart.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Making me poorer in my poverty,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">But mingles with my senses and my heart;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My own projected spirit seems to me</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In her own reverie the world to steep;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">'Tis she that waves to sympathetic sleep,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Making me poorer in my poverty,</span><br > +<span class="i4">But mingles with my senses and my heart;</span><br > +<span class="i2">My own projected spirit seems to me</span><br > +<span class="i4">In her own reverie the world to steep;</span><br > +<span class="i4">'Tis she that waves to sympathetic sleep,</span><br > <span class="i0">Moving, as she is moved, each field and hill, and -tree.</span><br /> +tree.</span><br > -<span class="i04">How fuse and mix, with what unfelt degrees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Clasped by the faint horizon's languid arms,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Each into each, the hazy distances!</span><br /> +<span class="i04">How fuse and mix, with what unfelt degrees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Clasped by the faint horizon's languid arms,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Each into each, the hazy distances!</span><br > <span class="i2">The softened season all the landscape charms;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Those hills, my native village that embay,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In waves of dreamier purple roll away,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Those hills, my native village that embay,</span><br > +<span class="i4">In waves of dreamier purple roll away,</span><br > <span class="i0">And floating in mirage seem all the glimmering -farms.</span><br /> +farms.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 204]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 204]</span><br > -<span class="i04">Far distant sounds the hidden chickadee</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Far distant sounds the hidden chickadee</span><br > <span class="i2">Close at my side; far distant sound the -leaves;</span><br /> +leaves;</span><br > <span class="i4">The fields seem fields of dream, where Memory</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Wanders like gleaning Ruth; and as the -sheaves</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of wheat and barley wavered in the eye</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of Boaz as the maiden's glow went by,</span><br /> +sheaves</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of wheat and barley wavered in the eye</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of Boaz as the maiden's glow went by,</span><br > <span class="i0">So tremble and seem remote all things the sense -receives.</span><br /> +receives.</span><br > <span class="i04">The cock's shrill trump that tells of scattered -corn,</span><br /> +corn,</span><br > <span class="i2">Passed breezily on by all his flapping mates,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i4">Faint and more faint, from barn to barn is -borne,</span><br /> +borne,</span><br > <span class="i2">Southward, perhaps to far Magellan's Straits;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Dimly I catch the throb of distant flails;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Silently overhead the henhawk sails,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Dimly I catch the throb of distant flails;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Silently overhead the henhawk sails,</span><br > <span class="i0">With watchful, measuring eye, and for his quarry -waits.</span><br /> +waits.</span><br > -<span class="i04">The sobered robin, hunger-silent now,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Seeks cedar-berries blue, his autumn cheer;</span><br /> +<span class="i04">The sobered robin, hunger-silent now,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Seeks cedar-berries blue, his autumn cheer;</span><br > <span class="i4">The squirrel on the shingly shagbark's bough,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Now saws, now lists with downward eye and -ear,</span><br /> +ear,</span><br > <span class="i4">Then drops his nut, and, with a chipping -bound,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Whisks to his winding fastness underground;</span><br /> +bound,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Whisks to his winding fastness underground;</span><br > <span class="i0">The clouds like swans drift down the streaming -atmosphere.</span><br /> +atmosphere.</span><br > <span class="i04">O'er yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadows</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Drowse on the crisp, gray moss; the ploughman's -call</span><br /> +call</span><br > <span class="i4g">Creeps faint as smoke from black, fresh-furrowed -meadows;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The single crow a single caw lets fall;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And all around me every bush and tree</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Says Autumn 's here, and Winter soon will be</span><br /> +meadows;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The single crow a single caw lets fall;</span><br > +<span class="i4">And all around me every bush and tree</span><br > +<span class="i4">Says Autumn 's here, and Winter soon will be</span><br > <span class="i0">Who snows his soft, white sleep and silence over -all.</span><br /> +all.</span><br > -<span class="i04">The birch, most shy and lady-like of trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her poverty, as best she may, retrieves,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And hints at her foregone gentilities</span><br /> +<span class="i04">The birch, most shy and lady-like of trees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her poverty, as best she may, retrieves,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And hints at her foregone gentilities</span><br > <span class="i2">With some saved relics of her wealth of -leaves;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The swamp-oak, with his royal purple on,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Glares red as blood across the sinking sun,</span><br /> +leaves;</span><br > +<span class="i4">The swamp-oak, with his royal purple on,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Glares red as blood across the sinking sun,</span><br > <span class="i0">As one who proudlier to a falling fortune -cleaves.</span><br /> +cleaves.</span><br > -<span class="i04">He looks a sachem, in red blanket wrapt,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">He looks a sachem, in red blanket wrapt,</span><br > <span class="i2">Who, mid some council of the sad-garbed -whites,</span><br /> +whites,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 205]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 205]</span><br > -<span class="i4">Erect and stern, in his own memories lapt,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With distant eye broods over other sights,</span><br /> +<span class="i4">Erect and stern, in his own memories lapt,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With distant eye broods over other sights,</span><br > <span class="i4">Sees the hushed wood the city's flare -replace,</span><br /> +replace,</span><br > <span class="i4">The wounded turf heal o'er the railway's -trace,</span><br /> +trace,</span><br > <span class="i0">And roams the savage Past of his undwindled -rights.</span><br /> +rights.</span><br > <span class="i04">The red-oak, softer-grained, yields all for -lost,</span><br /> +lost,</span><br > <span class="i2">And, with his crumpled foliage stiff and dry,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">After the first betrayal of the frost,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rebuffs the kiss of the relenting sky;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">After the first betrayal of the frost,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rebuffs the kiss of the relenting sky;</span><br > <span class="i4">The chestnuts, lavish of their long-hid gold,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">To the faint Summer, beggared now and old,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">To the faint Summer, beggared now and old,</span><br > <span class="i0">Pour back the sunshine hoarded 'neath her favoring -eye.</span><br /> +eye.</span><br > -<span class="i04">The ash her purple drops forgivingly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sadly, breaking not the general hush;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The maple-swamps glow like a sunset sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush;</span><br /> +<span class="i04">The ash her purple drops forgivingly</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sadly, breaking not the general hush;</span><br > +<span class="i4">The maple-swamps glow like a sunset sea,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush;</span><br > <span class="i4">All round the wood's edge creeps the skirting -blaze</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of bushes low, as when, on cloudy days,</span><br /> +blaze</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of bushes low, as when, on cloudy days,</span><br > <span class="i0">Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his -brush.</span><br /> +brush.</span><br > <span class="i04">O'er yon low wall, which guards one unkempt -zone,</span><br /> +zone,</span><br > <span class="i2">Where vines, and weeds, and scrub-oaks -intertwine</span><br /> +intertwine</span><br > <span class="i4g">Safe from the plough, whose rough, discordant -stone</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is massed to one soft gray by lichens fine,</span><br /> +stone</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is massed to one soft gray by lichens fine,</span><br > <span class="i4g">The tangled blackberry, crossed and recrossed, -weaves</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A prickly network of ensanguined leaves;</span><br /> +weaves</span><br > +<span class="i4">A prickly network of ensanguined leaves;</span><br > <span class="i0">Hard by, with coral beads, the prim black-alders -shine.</span><br /> +shine.</span><br > <span class="i04">Pillaring with flame this crumbling boundary,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Whose loose blocks topple 'neath the ploughboy's -foot,</span><br /> +foot,</span><br > <span class="i4">Who, with each sense shut fast except the -eye,</span><br /> +eye,</span><br > <span class="i2">Creeps close and scares the jay he hoped to -shoot,</span><br /> +shoot,</span><br > <span class="i4">The woodbine up the elm's straight stem -aspires.</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Coiling it, harmless, with autumnal fires;</span><br /> +aspires.</span><br > +<span class="i4">Coiling it, harmless, with autumnal fires;</span><br > <span class="i0">In the ivy's paler blaze the martyr oak stands -mute.</span><br /> +mute.</span><br > <span class="i04">Below, the Charles—a stripe of nether -sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Now hid by rounded apple-trees between,</span><br /> +sky,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Now hid by rounded apple-trees between,</span><br > <span class="i4">Whose gaps the misplaced sail sweeps bellying -by,</span><br /> +by,</span><br > <span class="i2">Now flickering golden through a woodland -screen,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Then spreading out at his next turn beyond,</span><br /> +screen,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Then spreading out at his next turn beyond,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 206]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 206]</span><br > -<span class="i4">A silver circle like an inland pond—</span><br /> +<span class="i4">A silver circle like an inland pond—</span><br > <span class="i0">Slips seaward silently through marshes purple and -green.</span><br /> +green.</span><br > -<span class="i04">Dear marshes! vain to him the gift of sight</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who cannot in their various incomes share,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From every season drawn, of shade and light,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who sees in them but levels brown and bare;</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Dear marshes! vain to him the gift of sight</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who cannot in their various incomes share,</span><br > +<span class="i4">From every season drawn, of shade and light,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who sees in them but levels brown and bare;</span><br > <span class="i4">Each change of storm or sunshine scatters -free</span><br /> -<span class="i4">On them its largesse of variety,</span><br /> +free</span><br > +<span class="i4">On them its largesse of variety,</span><br > <span class="i0">For nature with cheap means still works her wonders -rare.</span><br /> +rare.</span><br > <span class="i04">In Spring they lie one broad expanse of -green,</span><br /> +green,</span><br > <span class="i2">O'er which the light winds run with glimmering -feet;</span><br /> +feet;</span><br > <span class="i4">Here, yellower stripes track out the creek -unseen,</span><br /> +unseen,</span><br > <span class="i2">There, darker growths o'er hidden ditches -meet;</span><br /> +meet;</span><br > <span class="i4">And purpler stains show where the blossoms -crowd,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">As if the silent shadow of a cloud</span><br /> +crowd,</span><br > +<span class="i4">As if the silent shadow of a cloud</span><br > <span class="i0">Hung there becalmed, with the next breath to -fleet.</span><br /> +fleet.</span><br > -<span class="i04">All round, upon the river's slippery edge,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Witching to deeper calm the drowsy tide,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">All round, upon the river's slippery edge,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Witching to deeper calm the drowsy tide,</span><br > <span class="i4">Whispers and leans the breeze-entangling -sedge;</span><br /> +sedge;</span><br > <span class="i2">Through emerald glooms the lingering waters -slide,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Or, sometimes wavering, throw back the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And the stiff banks in eddies melt and run</span><br /> +slide,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Or, sometimes wavering, throw back the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And the stiff banks in eddies melt and run</span><br > <span class="i0">Of dimpling light, and with the current seem to -glide.</span><br /> +glide.</span><br > -<span class="i04">In Summer 'tis a blithesome sight to see,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">In Summer 'tis a blithesome sight to see,</span><br > <span class="i2">As, step by step, with measured swing, they -pass,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The wide-ranked mowers wading to the knee,</span><br /> +pass,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The wide-ranked mowers wading to the knee,</span><br > <span class="i2">Their sharp scythes panting through the thick-set -grass;</span><br /> +grass;</span><br > <span class="i4">Then, stretched beneath a rick's shade in a -ring,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Their nooning take, while one begins to sing</span><br /> +ring,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Their nooning take, while one begins to sing</span><br > <span class="i0">A stave that droops and dies 'neath the close sky of -brass.</span><br /> +brass.</span><br > -<span class="i04">Meanwhile the devil-may-care, the bobolink,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Remembering duty, in mid-quaver stops</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Meanwhile the devil-may-care, the bobolink,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Remembering duty, in mid-quaver stops</span><br > <span class="i4">Just ere he sweeps o'er rapture's tremulous -brink,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And 'twixt the winrows most demurely drops,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A decorous bird of business, who provides</span><br /> +brink,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And 'twixt the winrows most demurely drops,</span><br > +<span class="i4">A decorous bird of business, who provides</span><br > <span class="i4">For his brown mate and fledglings six -besides,</span><br /> +besides,</span><br > <span class="i0">And looks from right to left, a farmer mid his -crops.</span><br /> +crops.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 207]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 207]</span><br > -<span class="i04">Another change subdues them in the Fall,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Another change subdues them in the Fall,</span><br > <span class="i2">But saddens not; they still show merrier -tints,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Though sober russet seems to cover all;</span><br /> +tints,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Though sober russet seems to cover all;</span><br > <span class="i2">When the first sunshine through their dew-drops -glints,</span><br /> +glints,</span><br > <span class="i4">Look how the yellow clearness, streamed -across,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Redeems with rarer hues the season's loss,</span><br /> +across,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Redeems with rarer hues the season's loss,</span><br > <span class="i0">As Dawn's feet there had touched and left their rosy -prints.</span><br /> +prints.</span><br > <span class="i04">Or come when sunset gives its freshened zest,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Lean o'er the bridge and let the ruddy -thrill,</span><br /> +thrill,</span><br > <span class="i4">While the shorn sun swells down the hazy -west,</span><br /> +west,</span><br > <span class="i2">Glow opposite;—the marshes drink their -fill</span><br /> +fill</span><br > <span class="i4">And swoon with purple veins, then slowly fade</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i4g">Through pink to brown, as eastward moves the -shade,</span><br /> +shade,</span><br > <span class="i0">Lengthening with stealthy creep, of Simond's darkening -hill.</span><br /> +hill.</span><br > -<span class="i04">Later, and yet ere Winter wholly shuts,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Later, and yet ere Winter wholly shuts,</span><br > <span class="i2">Ere through the first dry snow the runner -grates,</span><br /> +grates,</span><br > <span class="i4">And the loath cart-wheel screams in slippery -ruts,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">While firmer ice the eager boy awaits,</span><br /> +ruts,</span><br > +<span class="i2">While firmer ice the eager boy awaits,</span><br > <span class="i4">Trying each buckle and strap beside the fire,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">And until bed-time plays with his desire,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">And until bed-time plays with his desire,</span><br > <span class="i0">Twenty times putting on and off his new-bought -skates;—</span><br /> +skates;—</span><br > <span class="i04">Then, every morn, the river's banks shine -bright</span><br /> +bright</span><br > <span class="i2">With smooth plate-armor, treacherous and -frail,</span><br /> +frail,</span><br > <span class="i4">By the frost's clinking hammers forged at -night,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Gainst which the lances of the sun prevail,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Giving a pretty emblem of the day</span><br /> -<span class="i4">When guiltier arms in light shall melt away,</span><br /> +night,</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Gainst which the lances of the sun prevail,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Giving a pretty emblem of the day</span><br > +<span class="i4">When guiltier arms in light shall melt away,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And states shall move free-limbed, loosed from war's -cramping mail.</span><br /> +cramping mail.</span><br > -<span class="i04">And now those waterfalls the ebbing river</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Twice every day creates on either side</span><br /> +<span class="i04">And now those waterfalls the ebbing river</span><br > +<span class="i2">Twice every day creates on either side</span><br > <span class="i4g">Tinkle, as through their fresh-sparred grots they -shiver</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In grass-arched channels to the sun denied;</span><br /> +shiver</span><br > +<span class="i2">In grass-arched channels to the sun denied;</span><br > <span class="i4">High flaps in sparkling blue the far-heard -crow,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The silvered flats gleam frostily below,</span><br /> +crow,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The silvered flats gleam frostily below,</span><br > <span class="i0">Suddenly drops the gull and breaks the glassy -tide.</span><br /> +tide.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 208]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 208]</span><br > <span class="i04">But, crowned in turn by vying seasons three,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Their winter halo hath a fuller ring;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">This glory seems to rest immovably,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The others were too fleet and vanishing;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">When the hid tide is at its highest flow,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Their winter halo hath a fuller ring;</span><br > +<span class="i4">This glory seems to rest immovably,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">The others were too fleet and vanishing;</span><br > +<span class="i4">When the hid tide is at its highest flow,</span><br > <span class="i4">O'er marsh and stream one breathless trance of -snow</span><br /> +snow</span><br > <span class="i0">With brooding fulness awes and hushes -everything.</span><br /> +everything.</span><br > <span class="i04">The sunshine seems blown off by the bleak -wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As pale as formal candles lit by day;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Gropes to the sea the river dumb and blind;</span><br /> +wind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As pale as formal candles lit by day;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Gropes to the sea the river dumb and blind;</span><br > <span class="i2">The brown ricks, snow-thatched by the storm in -play,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Show pearly breakers combing o'er their lee,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">White crests as of some just enchanted sea,</span><br /> +play,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Show pearly breakers combing o'er their lee,</span><br > +<span class="i4">White crests as of some just enchanted sea,</span><br > <span class="i0">Checked in their maddest leap and hanging poised -midway.</span><br /> +midway.</span><br > <span class="i04">But when the eastern blow, with rain aslant,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">From mid-sea's prairies green and rolling -plains</span><br /> +plains</span><br > <span class="i4">Drives in his wallowing herds of billows -gaunt,</span><br /> +gaunt,</span><br > <span class="i2">And the roused Charles remembers in his veins</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i4">Old Ocean's blood and snaps his gyves of -frost,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That tyrannous silence on the shores is tost</span><br /> +frost,</span><br > +<span class="i4">That tyrannous silence on the shores is tost</span><br > <span class="i0">In dreary wreck, and crumbling desolation -reigns.</span><br /> +reigns.</span><br > -<span class="i04">Edgewise or flat, in Druid-like device,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With leaden pools between or gullies bare,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Edgewise or flat, in Druid-like device,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With leaden pools between or gullies bare,</span><br > <span class="i4">The blocks lie strewn, a bleak Stonehenge of -ice;</span><br /> +ice;</span><br > <span class="i2">No life, no sound, to break the grim despair,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i4">Save sullen plunge, as through the sedges -stiff</span><br /> +stiff</span><br > <span class="i4">Down crackles riverward some thaw-sapped -cliff,</span><br /> +cliff,</span><br > <span class="i0">Or when the close-wedged fields of ice crunch here and -there.</span><br /> - -<span class="i04">But let me turn from fancy-pictured scenes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To that whose pastoral calm before me lies:</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Here nothing harsh or rugged intervenes;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The early evening with her misty dyes</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Smooths off the ravelled edges of the nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Relieves the distant with her cooler sky,</span><br /> +there.</span><br > + +<span class="i04">But let me turn from fancy-pictured scenes</span><br > +<span class="i2">To that whose pastoral calm before me lies:</span><br > +<span class="i4">Here nothing harsh or rugged intervenes;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The early evening with her misty dyes</span><br > +<span class="i4">Smooths off the ravelled edges of the nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Relieves the distant with her cooler sky,</span><br > <span class="i0">And tones the landscape down, and soothes the wearied -eyes.</span><br /> +eyes.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 209]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 209]</span><br > -<span class="i04">There gleams my native village, dear to me,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">There gleams my native village, dear to me,</span><br > <span class="i2">Though higher change's waves each day are -seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Whelming fields famed in boyhood's history,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sanding with houses the diminished green;</span><br /> +seen,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Whelming fields famed in boyhood's history,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sanding with houses the diminished green;</span><br > <span class="i4">There, in red brick, which softening time -defies,</span><br /> +defies,</span><br > <span class="i4">Stand square and stiff the Muses' -factories;—</span><br /> +factories;—</span><br > <span class="i0">How with my life knit up is every well-known -scene!</span><br /> +scene!</span><br > -<span class="i04">Flow on, dear river! not alone you flow</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Flow on, dear river! not alone you flow</span><br > <span class="i2">To outward sight, and through your marshes -wind;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Fed from the mystic springs of long-ago,</span><br /> +wind;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Fed from the mystic springs of long-ago,</span><br > <span class="i2">Your twin flows silent through my world of -mind:</span><br /> +mind:</span><br > <span class="i4">Grow dim, dear marshes, in the evening's -gray!</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Before my inner sight ye stretch away,</span><br /> +gray!</span><br > +<span class="i4">Before my inner sight ye stretch away,</span><br > <span class="i0">And will forever, though these fleshly eyes grow -blind.</span><br /> +blind.</span><br > <span class="i04">Beyond that hillock's house-bespotted swell,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Where Gothic chapels house the horse and -chaise,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Where quiet cits in Grecian temples dwell,</span><br /> +chaise,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Where quiet cits in Grecian temples dwell,</span><br > <span class="i2">Where Coptic tombs resound with prayer and -praise,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Where dust and mud the equal year divide,</span><br /> +praise,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Where dust and mud the equal year divide,</span><br > <span class="i4">There gentle Allston lived, and wrought, and -died,</span><br /> +died,</span><br > <span class="i0">Transfiguring street and shop with his illumined -gaze.</span><br /> +gaze.</span><br > <span class="i04"><i>Virgilium vidi tantum</i>,—I have -seen</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But as a boy, who looks alike on all,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That misty hair, that fine Undine-like mien,</span><br /> +seen</span><br > +<span class="i2">But as a boy, who looks alike on all,</span><br > +<span class="i4">That misty hair, that fine Undine-like mien,</span><br > <span class="i2">Tremulous as down to feeling's faintest -call;—</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Ah, dear old homestead! count it to thy fame</span><br /> +call;—</span><br > +<span class="i4">Ah, dear old homestead! count it to thy fame</span><br > <span class="i4">That thither many times the Painter -came;—</span><br /> +came;—</span><br > <span class="i0">One elm yet bears his name, a feathery tree and -tall.</span><br /> +tall.</span><br > <span class="i04">Swiftly the present fades in memory's -glow,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Our only sure possession is the past;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The village blacksmith died a month ago,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And dim to me the forge's roaring blast;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Soon fire-new mediævals we shall see</span><br /> +glow,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Our only sure possession is the past;</span><br > +<span class="i4">The village blacksmith died a month ago,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And dim to me the forge's roaring blast;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Soon fire-new mediævals we shall see</span><br > <span class="i4">Oust the black smithy from its chestnut tree,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And that hewn down, perhaps, the beehive green and -vast.</span><br /> +vast.</span><br > <span class="i04">How many times, prouder than king on throne,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Loosed from the village school-dame's A's and -B's,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Panting have I the creaky bellows blown,</span><br /> +B's,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Panting have I the creaky bellows blown,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 210]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 210]</span><br > -<span class="i2">And watched the pent volcano's red increase,</span><br /> +<span class="i2">And watched the pent volcano's red increase,</span><br > <span class="i4">Then paused to see the ponderous sledge, brought -down</span><br /> -<span class="i4">By that hard arm voluminous and brown,</span><br /> +down</span><br > +<span class="i4">By that hard arm voluminous and brown,</span><br > <span class="i0">From the white iron swarm its golden vanishing -bees.</span><br /> +bees.</span><br > <span class="i04">Dear native town! whose choking elms each -year</span><br /> +year</span><br > <span class="i2">With eddying dust before their time turn -gray,</span><br /> +gray,</span><br > <span class="i4">Pining for rain,—to me thy dust is -dear;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It glorifies the eve of summer day,</span><br /> +dear;</span><br > +<span class="i2">It glorifies the eve of summer day,</span><br > <span class="i4">And when the westering sun half-sunken burns,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">The mote-thick air to deepest orange turns,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">The mote-thick air to deepest orange turns,</span><br > <span class="i0">The westward horseman rides through clouds of gold -away,</span><br /> +away,</span><br > -<span class="i04">So palpable, I've seen those unshorn few,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The six old willows at the causey's end,</span><br /> +<span class="i04">So palpable, I've seen those unshorn few,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The six old willows at the causey's end,</span><br > <span class="i4">(Such trees Paul Potter never dreamed nor -drew,)</span><br /> +drew,)</span><br > <span class="i2">Through this dry mist their checkering shadows -send,</span><br /> +send,</span><br > <span class="i4g">Striped, here and there, with many a long-drawn -thread,</span><br /> +thread,</span><br > <span class="i4g">Where streamed through leafy chinks the trembling -red,</span><br /> +red,</span><br > <span class="i0">Past which, in one bright trail, the hangbird's flashes -blend.</span><br /> +blend.</span><br > <span class="i04">Yes, dearer far thy dust than all that e'er,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Beneath the awarded crown of victory,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Gilded the blown Olympic charioteer;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Beneath the awarded crown of victory,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Gilded the blown Olympic charioteer;</span><br > <span class="i2">Though lightly prized the ribboned parchments -three,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Yet <i>collegisse juvat</i>, I am glad</span><br /> +three,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Yet <i>collegisse juvat</i>, I am glad</span><br > <span class="i4">That here what colleging was mine I -had,—</span><br /> +had,—</span><br > <span class="i0">It linked another tie, dear native town, with -thee!</span><br /> - -<span class="i04">Nearer art thou than simply native earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My dust with thine concedes a deeper tie;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A closer claim thy soil may well put forth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Something of kindred more than sympathy;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">For in thy bounds I reverently laid away</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That blinding anguish of forsaken clay,</span><br /> +thee!</span><br > + +<span class="i04">Nearer art thou than simply native earth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">My dust with thine concedes a deeper tie;</span><br > +<span class="i4">A closer claim thy soil may well put forth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Something of kindred more than sympathy;</span><br > +<span class="i4">For in thy bounds I reverently laid away</span><br > +<span class="i4">That blinding anguish of forsaken clay,</span><br > <span class="i0">That title I seemed to have in earth and sea and -sky,</span><br /> +sky,</span><br > -<span class="i04">That portion of my life more choice to me</span><br /> +<span class="i04">That portion of my life more choice to me</span><br > <span class="i2">(Though brief, yet in itself so round and -whole)</span><br /> +whole)</span><br > <span class="i4">Than all the imperfect residue can be;—</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 211]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 211]</span><br > -<span class="i2">The Artist saw his statue of the soul</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Was perfect; so, with one regretful stroke,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The earthen model into fragments broke,</span><br /> +<span class="i2">The Artist saw his statue of the soul</span><br > +<span class="i4">Was perfect; so, with one regretful stroke,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The earthen model into fragments broke,</span><br > <span class="i0">And without her the impoverished seasons -roll.</span><br /> +roll.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Growth" id="Growth"></a></p> +<p><a id="Growth"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE GROWTH OF THE LEGEND.</h4> <h4 class="smaller">A FRAGMENT.</h4> -<span class="i00">A legend that grew in the forest's hush</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Slowly as tear-drops gather and gush,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">When a word some poet chanced to say</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Ages ago, in his careless way,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A legend that grew in the forest's hush</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Slowly as tear-drops gather and gush,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">When a word some poet chanced to say</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Ages ago, in his careless way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Brings our youth back to us out of its shroud</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Clearly as under yon thunder-cloud</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Clearly as under yon thunder-cloud</span><br > <span class="i0g">I see that white sea-gull. It grew and grew,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">From the pine-trees gathering a sombre hue,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Till it seems a mere murmur out of the vast</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Norwegian forests of the past;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Norwegian forests of the past;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And it grew itself like a true Northern pine,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">First a little slender line,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">First a little slender line,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like a mermaid's green eyelash, and then anon</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">A stem that a tower might rest upon,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">A stem that a tower might rest upon,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Standing spear-straight in the waist-deep -moss,</span><br /> +moss,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Its bony roots clutching around and across,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">As if they would tear up earth's heart in their -grasp</span><br /> +grasp</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere the storm should uproot them or make them -unclasp;</span><br /> +unclasp;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Its cloudy boughs singing, as suiteth the -pine,</span><br /> +pine,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To shrunk snow-bearded sea-kings old songs of the -brine,</span><br /> +brine,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till they straightened and let their staves fall to the -floor,</span><br /> +floor,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Hearing waves moan again on the perilous -shore</span><br /> +shore</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of Vinland, perhaps, while their prow groped its -way</span><br /> +way</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twixt the frothy gnashed tusks of some ship-crunching -bay.</span><br /> +bay.</span><br > <span class="i00g">So, pine-like, the legend grew, strong-limbed and -tall,</span><br /> +tall,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As the Gipsy child grows that eats crusts in the -hall;</span><br /> +hall;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It sucked the whole strength of the earth and the -sky,</span><br /> +sky,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, all brought it -supply;</span><br /> +supply;</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Twas a natural growth, and stood fearlessly -there,</span><br /> +there,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A true part of the landscape as sea, land, and -air;</span><br /> +air;</span><br > <span class="i0g">For it grew in good times, ere the fashion it -was</span><br /> +was</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 212]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 212]</span><br > <span class="i0g">To force up these wild births of the woods under -glass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And so, if 'tis told as it should be told,</span><br /> +glass,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And so, if 'tis told as it should be told,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though 't were sung under Venice's moonlight of -gold,</span><br /> +gold,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You would hear the old voice of its mother, the -pine,</span><br /> +pine,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Murmur sea-like and northern through every -line,</span><br /> +line,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the verses should hang, self-sustained and -free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Round the vibrating stem of the melody,</span><br /> +free,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Round the vibrating stem of the melody,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like the lithe sun-steeped limbs of the parent -tree.</span><br /> +tree.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Yes, the pine is the mother of legends; what -food</span><br /> +food</span><br > <span class="i0g">For their grim roots is left when the thousand-yeared -wood<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +wood<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">The dim-aisled cathedral, whose tall arches -spring</span><br /> +spring</span><br > <span class="i0g">Light, sinewy, graceful, firm-set as the wing</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">From Michael's white shoulder—is hewn and -defaced</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By iconoclast axes in desperate waste,</span><br /> +defaced</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By iconoclast axes in desperate waste,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And its wrecks seek the ocean it prophesied -long,</span><br /> +long,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cassandra-like, crooning its mystical song?</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Then the legends go with them,—even yet on the -sea</span><br /> +sea</span><br > <span class="i0g">A wild virtue is left in the touch of the -tree,</span><br /> +tree,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the sailor's night-watches are thrilled to the -core</span><br /> +core</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the lineal offspring of Odin and Thor.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i00g">Yes, wherever the pine-wood has never let in,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Since the day of creation, the light and the -din</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of manifold life, but has safely conveyed</span><br /> +din</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of manifold life, but has safely conveyed</span><br > <span class="i0g">From the midnight primeval its armful of -shade,</span><br /> +shade,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And has kept the weird Past with its sagas -alive</span><br /> +alive</span><br > <span class="i0g">Mid the hum and the stir of To-day's busy -hive,</span><br /> +hive,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There the legend takes root in the age-gathered -gloom,</span><br /> +gloom,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And its murmurous boughs for their tossing find -room.</span><br /> +room.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Where Aroostook, far-heard, seems to sob as he -goes</span><br /> +goes</span><br > <span class="i0g">Groping down to the sea 'neath his mountainous -snows;</span><br /> +snows;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where the lake's frore Sahara of never-tracked -white,</span><br /> +white,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the crack shoots across it, complains to the -night</span><br /> +night</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a long, lonely moan, that leagues northward is -lost,</span><br /> +lost,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As the ice shrinks away from the tread of the -frost;</span><br /> +frost;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where the lumberers sit by the log-fires which -throw</span><br /> +throw</span><br > <span class="i0g">Their own threatening shadows far round o'er the -snow,</span><br /> +snow,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the wolf howls aloof, and the wavering -glare</span><br /> +glare</span><br > <span class="i0g">Flashes out from the blackness the eyes of the -bear,</span><br /> +bear,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the wood's huge recesses, half-lighted, -supply</span><br /> +supply</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 213]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 213]</span><br > <span class="i0g">A canvas where Fancy her mad brush may try,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Blotting in giant Horrors that venture not -down</span><br /> +down</span><br > <span class="i0g">Through the right-angled streets of the brisk, -whitewashed town,</span><br /> +whitewashed town,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But skulk in the depths of the measureless -wood</span><br /> +wood</span><br > <span class="i0g">Mid the Dark's creeping whispers that curdle the -blood,</span><br /> +blood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the eye, glanced in dread o'er the shoulder, may -dream,</span><br /> +dream,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere it shrinks to the camp-fire's companioning -gleam,</span><br /> +gleam,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That it saw the fierce ghost of the Red Man crouch -back</span><br /> +back</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the shroud of the tree-trunk's invincible -black;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +black;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">There the old shapes crowd thick round the -pine-shadowed camp,</span><br /> +pine-shadowed camp,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which shun the keen gleam of the scholarly -lamp,</span><br /> +lamp,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the seed of the legend finds true Norland -ground,</span><br /> +ground,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While the border-tale's told and the canteen flits -round.</span><br /> +round.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Contrast" id="Contrast"></a></p> +<p><a id="Contrast"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A CONTRAST.</h4> -<span class="i00">Thy love thou sentest oft to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And still as oft I thrust it back;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy messengers I could not see</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In those who everything did lack,—</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thy love thou sentest oft to me,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And still as oft I thrust it back;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy messengers I could not see</span><br > +<span class="i2">In those who everything did lack,—</span><br > <span class="i2">The poor<ins title="added comma">,</ins> the outcast, -and the black.</span><br /> +and the black.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Pride held his hand before mine eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The world with flattery stuffed mine ears;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I looked to see a monarch's guise,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Pride held his hand before mine eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The world with flattery stuffed mine ears;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I looked to see a monarch's guise,</span><br > <span class="i2">Nor dreamed thy love would knock for years,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Poor, naked, fettered, full of tears.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Poor, naked, fettered, full of tears.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Yet, when I sent my love to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou with a smile didst take it in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And entertain'dst it royally,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Yet, when I sent my love to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou with a smile didst take it in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And entertain'dst it royally,</span><br > <span class="i2">Though grimed with earth, with hunger thin,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And leprous with the taint of sin.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now every day thy love I meet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As o'er the earth it wanders wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With weary step and bleeding feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still knocking at the heart of pride</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And offering grace, though still denied.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And leprous with the taint of sin.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now every day thy love I meet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As o'er the earth it wanders wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With weary step and bleeding feet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still knocking at the heart of pride</span><br > +<span class="i2">And offering grace, though still denied.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Unction" id="Unction"></a></p> +<p><a id="Unction"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 214]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 214]</span><br > <h4>EXTREME UNCTION.</h4> -<span class="i00">Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Alone with the consoler, Death;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far sadder eyes than thine will see</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This crumbling clay yield up its breath;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These shrivelled hands have deeper stains</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than holy oil can cleanse away,—</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be</span><br > +<span class="i2">Alone with the consoler, Death;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far sadder eyes than thine will see</span><br > +<span class="i2">This crumbling clay yield up its breath;</span><br > +<span class="i0">These shrivelled hands have deeper stains</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than holy oil can cleanse away,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Hands that have plucked the world's coarse -gains</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As erst they plucked the flowers of May.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Call, if thou canst, to these gray eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some faith from youth's traditions wrung;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This fruitless husk which dustward dries</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Has been a heart once, has been young;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On this bowed head the awful Past</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Once laid its consecrating hands;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Future in its purpose vast</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Paused, waiting my supreme commands.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But look! whose shadows block the door?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who are those two that stand aloof?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">See! on my hands this freshening gore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Writes o'er again its crimson proof!</span><br /> +gains</span><br > +<span class="i2">As erst they plucked the flowers of May.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Call, if thou canst, to these gray eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some faith from youth's traditions wrung;</span><br > +<span class="i0">This fruitless husk which dustward dries</span><br > +<span class="i2">Has been a heart once, has been young;</span><br > +<span class="i0">On this bowed head the awful Past</span><br > +<span class="i2">Once laid its consecrating hands;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Future in its purpose vast</span><br > +<span class="i2">Paused, waiting my supreme commands.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But look! whose shadows block the door?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who are those two that stand aloof?</span><br > +<span class="i0">See! on my hands this freshening gore</span><br > +<span class="i2">Writes o'er again its crimson proof!</span><br > <span class="i0">My looked-for death-bed guests are -met;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There my dead Youth doth wring its hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And there, with eyes that goad me yet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The ghost of my Ideal stands!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">God bends from out the deep and says,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"I gave thee the great gift of life;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wast thou not called in many ways?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are not my earth and heaven at strife?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I gave thee of my seed to sow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bringest thou me my hundred-fold?"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can I look up with face aglow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And answer, "Father, here is gold?"</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I have been innocent; God knows</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When first this wasted life began,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not grape with grape more kindly grows,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than I with every brother-man:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now here I gasp; what lose my kind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When this fast-ebbing breath shall part?</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 215]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">What bands of love and service bind</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This being to the world's sad heart?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Christ still was wandering o'er the earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Without a place to lay his head;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He found free welcome at my hearth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He shared my cup and broke my bread:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now, when I hear those steps sublime,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That bring the other world to this,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My snake-turned nature, sunk in slime,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Starts sideway with defiant hiss.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Upon the hour when I was born,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">God said, "Another man shall be,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the great Maker did not scorn</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Out of himself to fashion me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sunned me with his ripening looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And Heaven's rich instincts in me grew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As effortless as woodland nooks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Send violets up and paint them blue.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Yes, I who now, with angry tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Am exiled back to brutish clod,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have borne unquenched for fourscore years</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A spark of the eternal God;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to what end? How yield I back</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The trust for such high uses given?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heaven's light hath but revealed a track</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whereby to crawl away from heaven.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Men think it is an awful sight</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To see a soul just set adrift</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On that drear voyage from whose night</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The ominous shadows never lift;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But 'tis more awful to behold</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A helpless infant, newly born,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose little hands unconscious hold</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The keys of darkness and of morn.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Mine held them once; I flung away</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Those keys that might have open set</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The golden sluices of the day,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But clutch the keys of darkness yet;—</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 216]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">I hear the reapers singing go</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into God's harvest; I, that might</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With them have chosen, here below</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Grope shuddering at the gates of night.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O glorious Youth, that once wast mine!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O high ideal! all in vain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ye enter at this ruined shrine</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whence worship ne'er shall rise again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bat and owl inhabit here,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The snake nests in the altar-stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sacred vessels moulder near,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The image of the God is gone.</span><br /> +met;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">There my dead Youth doth wring its hands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And there, with eyes that goad me yet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The ghost of my Ideal stands!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">God bends from out the deep and says,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">"I gave thee the great gift of life;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wast thou not called in many ways?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are not my earth and heaven at strife?</span><br > +<span class="i0">I gave thee of my seed to sow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bringest thou me my hundred-fold?"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can I look up with face aglow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And answer, "Father, here is gold?"</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I have been innocent; God knows</span><br > +<span class="i2">When first this wasted life began,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not grape with grape more kindly grows,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than I with every brother-man:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now here I gasp; what lose my kind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When this fast-ebbing breath shall part?</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 215]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">What bands of love and service bind</span><br > +<span class="i2">This being to the world's sad heart?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Christ still was wandering o'er the earth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Without a place to lay his head;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He found free welcome at my hearth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He shared my cup and broke my bread:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now, when I hear those steps sublime,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That bring the other world to this,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My snake-turned nature, sunk in slime,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Starts sideway with defiant hiss.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Upon the hour when I was born,</span><br > +<span class="i2">God said, "Another man shall be,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the great Maker did not scorn</span><br > +<span class="i2">Out of himself to fashion me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sunned me with his ripening looks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And Heaven's rich instincts in me grew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As effortless as woodland nooks</span><br > +<span class="i2">Send violets up and paint them blue.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Yes, I who now, with angry tears,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Am exiled back to brutish clod,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have borne unquenched for fourscore years</span><br > +<span class="i2">A spark of the eternal God;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to what end? How yield I back</span><br > +<span class="i2">The trust for such high uses given?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heaven's light hath but revealed a track</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whereby to crawl away from heaven.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Men think it is an awful sight</span><br > +<span class="i2">To see a soul just set adrift</span><br > +<span class="i0">On that drear voyage from whose night</span><br > +<span class="i2">The ominous shadows never lift;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But 'tis more awful to behold</span><br > +<span class="i2">A helpless infant, newly born,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose little hands unconscious hold</span><br > +<span class="i2">The keys of darkness and of morn.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Mine held them once; I flung away</span><br > +<span class="i2">Those keys that might have open set</span><br > +<span class="i0">The golden sluices of the day,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But clutch the keys of darkness yet;—</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 216]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">I hear the reapers singing go</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into God's harvest; I, that might</span><br > +<span class="i0">With them have chosen, here below</span><br > +<span class="i2">Grope shuddering at the gates of night.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O glorious Youth, that once wast mine!</span><br > +<span class="i2">O high ideal! all in vain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ye enter at this ruined shrine</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whence worship ne'er shall rise again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bat and owl inhabit here,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The snake nests in the altar-stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sacred vessels moulder near,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The image of the God is gone.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Oak" id="Oak"></a></p> +<p><a id="Oak"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE OAK.</h4> -<span class="i00">What gnarlèd stretch, what depth of shade, is -his!</span><br /> +<span class="i00">What gnarlèd stretch, what depth of shade, is +his!</span><br > <span class="i2">There needs no crown to mark the forest's -king;</span><br /> +king;</span><br > <span class="i0">How in his leaves outshines full summer's -bliss!</span><br /> +bliss!</span><br > <span class="i2">Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute -bring,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which he with such benignant royalty</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Accepts, as overpayeth what is lent;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All nature seems his vassal proud to be,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And cunning only for his ornament.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">How towers he, too, amid the billowed snows,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An unquelled exile from the summer's throne,</span><br /> +bring,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which he with such benignant royalty</span><br > +<span class="i2">Accepts, as overpayeth what is lent;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All nature seems his vassal proud to be,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And cunning only for his ornament.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">How towers he, too, amid the billowed snows,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An unquelled exile from the summer's throne,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose plain, uncinctured front more kingly -shows,</span><br /> +shows,</span><br > <span class="i2">Now that the obscuring courtier leaves are -flown.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His boughs make music of the winter air,</span><br /> +flown.</span><br > +<span class="i0">His boughs make music of the winter air,</span><br > <span class="i2">Jewelled with sleet, like some cathedral -front</span><br /> +front</span><br > <span class="i0">Where clinging snow-flakes with quaint art -repair</span><br /> +repair</span><br > <span class="i2">The dints and furrows of time's envious -brunt.</span><br /> +brunt.</span><br > <span class="i00">How doth his patient strength the rude March -wind</span><br /> +wind</span><br > <span class="i2">Persuade to seem glad breaths of summer -breeze,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And win the soil that fain would be unkind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To swell his revenues with proud increase!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He is the gem; and all the landscape wide</span><br /> -<span class="i2">(So doth his grandeur isolate the sense)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seems but the setting, worthless all beside,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An empty socket, were he fallen thence.</span><br /> +breeze,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And win the soil that fain would be unkind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To swell his revenues with proud increase!</span><br > +<span class="i0">He is the gem; and all the landscape wide</span><br > +<span class="i2">(So doth his grandeur isolate the sense)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seems but the setting, worthless all beside,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An empty socket, were he fallen thence.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 217]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 217]</span><br > <span class="i00">So, from off converse with life's wintry -gales,</span><br /> +gales,</span><br > <span class="i2">Should man learn how to clasp with tougher -roots</span><br /> +roots</span><br > <span class="i0">The inspiring earth;—how otherwise -avails</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots?</span><br /> +avails</span><br > +<span class="i2">The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots?</span><br > <span class="i0">So every year that falls with noiseless flake</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Should fill old scars upon the stormward -side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And make hoar age revered for age's sake,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Not for traditions of youth's leafy pride.</span><br /> +side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And make hoar age revered for age's sake,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Not for traditions of youth's leafy pride.</span><br > -<span class="i00">So from the pinched soil of a churlish fate,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">So from the pinched soil of a churlish fate,</span><br > <span class="i2">True hearts compel the sap of sturdier -growth,</span><br /> +growth,</span><br > <span class="i0">So between earth and heaven stand simply -great,</span><br /> +great,</span><br > <span class="i2">That these shall seem but their attendants -both;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For nature's forces with obedient zeal</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As quickly the pretender's cheat they feel,</span><br /> +both;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For nature's forces with obedient zeal</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will;</span><br > +<span class="i0">As quickly the pretender's cheat they feel,</span><br > <span class="i2">And turn mad Pucks to flout and mock him -still.</span><br /> +still.</span><br > <span class="i00">Lord! all thy works are lessons,—each -contains</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some emblem of man's all-containing soul;</span><br /> +contains</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some emblem of man's all-containing soul;</span><br > <span class="i0">Shall he make fruitless all thy glorious -pains,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Delving within thy grace an eyeless mole?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Make me the least of thy Dodona-grove,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cause me some message of thy truth to bring,</span><br /> +pains,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Delving within thy grace an eyeless mole?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Make me the least of thy Dodona-grove,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cause me some message of thy truth to bring,</span><br > <span class="i0">Speak but a word through me, nor let thy love</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Among my boughs disdain to perch and sing.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Ambrose" id="Ambrose"></a></p> +<p><a id="Ambrose"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>AMBROSE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Never, surely, was holier man</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than Ambrose, since the world began;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With diet spare and raiment thin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He shielded himself from the father of sin;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With bed of iron and scourgings oft,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His heart to God's hand as wax made soft.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Never, surely, was holier man</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than Ambrose, since the world began;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With diet spare and raiment thin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He shielded himself from the father of sin;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With bed of iron and scourgings oft,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His heart to God's hand as wax made soft.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Through earnest prayer and watchings long</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sought to know 'twixt right and wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Much wrestling with the blessed Word</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make it yield the sense of the Lord,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That he might build a storm-proof creed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To fold the flock in at their need.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Through earnest prayer and watchings long</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sought to know 'twixt right and wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Much wrestling with the blessed Word</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make it yield the sense of the Lord,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That he might build a storm-proof creed</span><br > +<span class="i0">To fold the flock in at their need.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 218]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 218]</span><br > -<span class="i00">At last he builded a perfect faith,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">At last he builded a perfect faith,</span><br > <span class="i0">Fenced round about with <i>The Lord thus -saith</i>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To himself he fitted the doorway's size,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meted the light to the need of his eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And knew, by a sure and inward sign,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That the work of his fingers was divine.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then Ambrose said, "All those shall die</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The eternal death who believe not as I;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And some were boiled, some burned in fire,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some sawn in twain, that his heart's desire,</span><br /> +saith</i>;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To himself he fitted the doorway's size,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meted the light to the need of his eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And knew, by a sure and inward sign,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That the work of his fingers was divine.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then Ambrose said, "All those shall die</span><br > +<span class="i0">The eternal death who believe not as I;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">And some were boiled, some burned in fire,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some sawn in twain, that his heart's desire,</span><br > <span class="i0">For the good of men's souls, might be -satisfied,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the drawing of all to the righteous side.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">One day, as Ambrose was seeking the truth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In his lonely walk, he saw a youth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Resting himself in the shade of a tree;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It had never been given him to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So shining a face, and the good man thought</span><br /> +satisfied,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the drawing of all to the righteous side.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">One day, as Ambrose was seeking the truth</span><br > +<span class="i0">In his lonely walk, he saw a youth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Resting himself in the shade of a tree;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It had never been given him to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">So shining a face, and the good man thought</span><br > <span class="i0b">'T were pity he should not believe as he -ought.</span><br /> +ought.</span><br > -<span class="i00">So he set himself by the young man's side,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">So he set himself by the young man's side,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the state of his soul with questions -tried;</span><br /> +tried;</span><br > <span class="i0">But the heart of the stranger was hardened -indeed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor received the stamp of the one true creed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the spirit of Ambrose waxed sore to find</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such face the porch of so narrow a mind.</span><br /> +indeed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor received the stamp of the one true creed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the spirit of Ambrose waxed sore to find</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such face the porch of so narrow a mind.</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"As each beholds in cloud and fire</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The shape that answers his own desire,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"As each beholds in cloud and fire</span><br > +<span class="i0">The shape that answers his own desire,</span><br > <span class="i0">So each," said the youth, "in the Law shall -find</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The figure and features of his mind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to each in his mercy hath God allowed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His several pillar of fire and cloud."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The soul of Ambrose burned with zeal</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And holy wrath for the young man's weal:</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Believest thou then, most wretched youth,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cried he, "a dividual essence in Truth?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I fear me thy heart is too cramped with sin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To take the Lord in his glory in."</span><br /> +find</span><br > +<span class="i0">The figure and features of his mind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to each in his mercy hath God allowed</span><br > +<span class="i0">His several pillar of fire and cloud."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The soul of Ambrose burned with zeal</span><br > +<span class="i0">And holy wrath for the young man's weal:</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Believest thou then, most wretched youth,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cried he, "a dividual essence in Truth?</span><br > +<span class="i0">I fear me thy heart is too cramped with sin</span><br > +<span class="i0">To take the Lord in his glory in."</span><br > <span class="i00">Now there bubbled beside them where they -stood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A fountain of waters sweet and good;</span><br /> +stood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A fountain of waters sweet and good;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 219]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 219]</span><br > -<span class="i0">The youth to the streamlet's brink drew near</span><br /> +<span class="i0">The youth to the streamlet's brink drew near</span><br > <span class="i0">Saying, "Ambrose, thou maker of creeds, look -here!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Six vases of crystal then he took,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And set them along the edge of the brook.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"As into these vessels the water I pour,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There shall one hold less, another more,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the water unchanged, in every case,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall put on the figure of the vase;</span><br /> +here!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Six vases of crystal then he took,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And set them along the edge of the brook.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"As into these vessels the water I pour,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There shall one hold less, another more,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the water unchanged, in every case,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall put on the figure of the vase;</span><br > <span class="i0">O thou, who wouldst unity make through -strife,</span><br /> +strife,</span><br > <span class="i0">Canst thou fit this sign to the Water of -Life?"</span><br /> +Life?"</span><br > -<span class="i00">When Ambrose looked up, he stood alone,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">When Ambrose looked up, he stood alone,</span><br > <span class="i0">The youth and the stream and the vases were -gone;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But he knew, by a sense of humbled grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He had talked with an angel face to face,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And felt his heart change inwardly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As he fell on his knees beneath the tree.</span><br /> +gone;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But he knew, by a sense of humbled grace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He had talked with an angel face to face,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And felt his heart change inwardly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As he fell on his knees beneath the tree.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Above" id="Above"></a></p> +<p><a id="Above"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ABOVE AND BELOW.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">O dwellers in the valley-land,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who in deep twilight grope and cower,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till the slow mountain's dial-hand</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shortens to noon's triumphal hour,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While ye sit idle, do ye think</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The Lord's great work sits idle too?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That light dare not o'erleap the brink</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of morn, because 'tis dark with you?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Though yet your valleys skulk in night,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In God's ripe fields the day is cried,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And reapers with their sickles bright,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Troop, singing, down the mountain side.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come up, and feel what health there is</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the frank Dawn's delighted eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As, bending with a pitying kiss,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The night-shed tears of Earth she dries!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The Lord wants reapers: O, mount up,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O dwellers in the valley-land,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who in deep twilight grope and cower,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till the slow mountain's dial-hand</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shortens to noon's triumphal hour,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">While ye sit idle, do ye think</span><br > +<span class="i2">The Lord's great work sits idle too?</span><br > +<span class="i0">That light dare not o'erleap the brink</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of morn, because 'tis dark with you?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Though yet your valleys skulk in night,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In God's ripe fields the day is cried,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And reapers with their sickles bright,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Troop, singing, down the mountain side.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come up, and feel what health there is</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the frank Dawn's delighted eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As, bending with a pitying kiss,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The night-shed tears of Earth she dries!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The Lord wants reapers: O, mount up,</span><br > <span class="i2">Before night comes, and says,—"Too -late!"</span><br /> +late!"</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 220]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 220]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Stay not for taking scrip or cup,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The Master hungers while ye wait;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis from these heights alone your eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The advancing spears of day can see,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which o'er the eastern hill-tops rise,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To break your long captivity.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Stay not for taking scrip or cup,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The Master hungers while ye wait;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis from these heights alone your eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">The advancing spears of day can see,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which o'er the eastern hill-tops rise,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To break your long captivity.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Lone watcher on the mountain-height!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It is right precious to behold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The first long surf of climbing light</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flood all the thirsty east with gold;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But we, who in the shadow sit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Know also when the day is nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seeing thy shining forehead lit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With his inspiring prophecy.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thou hast thine office; we have ours;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">God lacks not early service here,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But what are thine eleventh hours</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He counts with us for morning cheer</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our day, for Him, is long enough,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And when he giveth work to do,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bruisèd reed is amply tough</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To pierce the shield of error through.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But not the less do thou aspire</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Light's earlier messages to preach;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Keep back no syllable of fire,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Plunge deep the rowels of thy speech.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet God deems not thine aëried sight</span><br /> -<span class="i2">More worthy than our twilight dim,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For meek Obedience, too, is Light,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And following that is finding Him.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Lone watcher on the mountain-height!</span><br > +<span class="i2">It is right precious to behold</span><br > +<span class="i0">The first long surf of climbing light</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flood all the thirsty east with gold;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But we, who in the shadow sit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Know also when the day is nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seeing thy shining forehead lit</span><br > +<span class="i2">With his inspiring prophecy.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thou hast thine office; we have ours;</span><br > +<span class="i2">God lacks not early service here,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But what are thine eleventh hours</span><br > +<span class="i2">He counts with us for morning cheer</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our day, for Him, is long enough,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And when he giveth work to do,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bruisèd reed is amply tough</span><br > +<span class="i2">To pierce the shield of error through.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But not the less do thou aspire</span><br > +<span class="i2">Light's earlier messages to preach;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Keep back no syllable of fire,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Plunge deep the rowels of thy speech.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet God deems not thine aëried sight</span><br > +<span class="i2">More worthy than our twilight dim,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">For meek Obedience, too, is Light,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And following that is finding Him.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Captive" id="Captive"></a></p> +<p><a id="Captive"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE CAPTIVE.</h4> -<span class="i00">It was past the hour of trysting,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But she lingered for him still;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a child, the eager streamlet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Leaped and laughed adown the hill,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 221]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Happy to be free at twilight</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From its toiling at the mill.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then the great moon on a sudden</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ominous, and red as blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Startling as a new creation,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er the eastern hill-top stood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Casting deep and deeper shadows</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the mystery of the wood.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Dread closed huge and vague about her,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And her thoughts turned fearfully</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To her heart, if there some shelter</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the silence there might be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like bare cedars leaning inland</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the blighting of the sea.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Yet he came not, and the stillness</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dampened round her like a tomb;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She could feel cold eyes of spirits</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Looking on her through the gloom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She could hear the groping footsteps</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of some blind, gigantic doom.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Suddenly the silence wavered</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like a light mist in the wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For a voice broke gently through it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Felt like sunshine by the blind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the dread, like mist in sunshine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Furled serenely from her mind.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Once my love, my love forever,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flesh or spirit still the same;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If I missed the hour of trysting,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Do not think my faith to blame.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I, alas, was made a captive,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As from Holy Land I came.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"On a green spot in the desert,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gleaming like an emerald star,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where a palm-tree, in lone silence,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yearning for its mate afar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Droops above a silver runnel,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Slender as a scimitar,—</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 222]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"There thou'lt find the humble postern</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the castle of my foe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If thy love burn clear and faithful,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Strike the gateway, green and low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ask to enter, and the warder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Surely will not say thee no."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Slept again the aspen silence,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But her loneliness was o'er;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Round her heart a motherly patience</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wrapt its arms for evermore;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From her soul ebbed back the sorrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Leaving smooth the golden shore.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Donned she now the pilgrim scallop,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Took the pilgrim staff in hand;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a cloud-shade, flitting eastward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wandered she o'er sea and land;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And her footsteps in the desert</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fell like cool rain on the sand.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Soon, beneath the palm-tree's shadow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Knelt she at the postern low;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thereat she knocketh gently,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fearing much the warder's no;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All her heart stood still and listened,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As the door swung backward slow.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">There she saw no surly warder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With an eye like bolt and bar;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through her soul a sense of music</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Throbbed,—and, like a guardian Lar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On the threshold stood an angel,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bright and silent as a star.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Fairest seemed he of God's seraphs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And her spirit, lily-wise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Blossomed when he turned upon her</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The deep welcome of his eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sending upward to that sunlight</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All its dew for sacrifice.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then she heard a voice come onward</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Singing with a rapture new,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 223]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">As Eve heard the songs in Eden,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dropping earthward with the dew;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Well she knew the happy singer,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Well the happy song she knew.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Forward leaped she o'er the threshold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Eager as a glancing surf;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fell from her the spirit's languor,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fell from her the body's scurf;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Neath the palm next day some Arabs</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Found a corpse upon the turf.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">It was past the hour of trysting,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But she lingered for him still;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a child, the eager streamlet</span><br > +<span class="i2">Leaped and laughed adown the hill,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 221]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Happy to be free at twilight</span><br > +<span class="i2">From its toiling at the mill.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then the great moon on a sudden</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ominous, and red as blood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Startling as a new creation,</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er the eastern hill-top stood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Casting deep and deeper shadows</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the mystery of the wood.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Dread closed huge and vague about her,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And her thoughts turned fearfully</span><br > +<span class="i0">To her heart, if there some shelter</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the silence there might be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like bare cedars leaning inland</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the blighting of the sea.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Yet he came not, and the stillness</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dampened round her like a tomb;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She could feel cold eyes of spirits</span><br > +<span class="i2">Looking on her through the gloom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She could hear the groping footsteps</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of some blind, gigantic doom.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Suddenly the silence wavered</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like a light mist in the wind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For a voice broke gently through it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Felt like sunshine by the blind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the dread, like mist in sunshine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Furled serenely from her mind.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Once my love, my love forever,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flesh or spirit still the same;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If I missed the hour of trysting,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Do not think my faith to blame.</span><br > +<span class="i0">I, alas, was made a captive,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As from Holy Land I came.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"On a green spot in the desert,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gleaming like an emerald star,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where a palm-tree, in lone silence,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yearning for its mate afar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Droops above a silver runnel,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Slender as a scimitar,—</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 222]</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"There thou'lt find the humble postern</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the castle of my foe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If thy love burn clear and faithful,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Strike the gateway, green and low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ask to enter, and the warder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Surely will not say thee no."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Slept again the aspen silence,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But her loneliness was o'er;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Round her heart a motherly patience</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wrapt its arms for evermore;</span><br > +<span class="i0">From her soul ebbed back the sorrow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Leaving smooth the golden shore.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Donned she now the pilgrim scallop,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Took the pilgrim staff in hand;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a cloud-shade, flitting eastward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wandered she o'er sea and land;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And her footsteps in the desert</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fell like cool rain on the sand.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Soon, beneath the palm-tree's shadow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Knelt she at the postern low;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thereat she knocketh gently,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fearing much the warder's no;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All her heart stood still and listened,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As the door swung backward slow.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">There she saw no surly warder</span><br > +<span class="i2">With an eye like bolt and bar;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through her soul a sense of music</span><br > +<span class="i2">Throbbed,—and, like a guardian Lar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On the threshold stood an angel,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bright and silent as a star.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Fairest seemed he of God's seraphs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And her spirit, lily-wise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Blossomed when he turned upon her</span><br > +<span class="i2">The deep welcome of his eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sending upward to that sunlight</span><br > +<span class="i2">All its dew for sacrifice.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then she heard a voice come onward</span><br > +<span class="i2">Singing with a rapture new,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 223]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">As Eve heard the songs in Eden,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dropping earthward with the dew;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Well she knew the happy singer,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Well the happy song she knew.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Forward leaped she o'er the threshold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Eager as a glancing surf;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fell from her the spirit's languor,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fell from her the body's scurf;—</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Neath the palm next day some Arabs</span><br > +<span class="i2">Found a corpse upon the turf.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Birch" id="Birch"></a></p> +<p><a id="Birch"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE BIRCH-TREE.</h4> <span class="i00">Rippling through thy branches goes the -sunshine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Among thy leaves that palpitate forever;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ovid in thee a pining Nymph had prisoned,</span><br /> +sunshine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Among thy leaves that palpitate forever;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ovid in thee a pining Nymph had prisoned,</span><br > <span class="i0">The soul once of some tremulous inland river,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Quivering to tell her woe, but, ah! dumb, dumb -forever!</span><br /> +forever!</span><br > <span class="i00">While all the forest, witched with slumberous -moonshine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Holds up its leaves in happy, happy silence,</span><br /> +moonshine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Holds up its leaves in happy, happy silence,</span><br > <span class="i0">Waiting the dew, with breath and pulse -suspended,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I hear afar thy whispering, gleamy islands,</span><br /> +suspended,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">I hear afar thy whispering, gleamy islands,</span><br > <span class="i0">And track thee wakeful still amid the wide-hung -silence.</span><br /> +silence.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Upon the brink of some wood-nestled lakelet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy foliage, like the tresses of a Dryad,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Upon the brink of some wood-nestled lakelet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy foliage, like the tresses of a Dryad,</span><br > <span class="i0">Dripping about thy slim white stem, whose -shadow</span><br /> +shadow</span><br > <span class="i0">Slopes quivering down the water's dusky -quiet,</span><br /> +quiet,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou shrink'st as on her bath's edge would some -startled Dryad.</span><br /> +startled Dryad.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Thou art the go-between of rustic lovers;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou art the go-between of rustic lovers;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy white bark has their secrets in its -keeping;</span><br /> +keeping;</span><br > <span class="i0">Reuben writes here the happy name of -Patience,</span><br /> +Patience,</span><br > <span class="i0">And thy lithe boughs hang murmuring and -weeping</span><br /> +weeping</span><br > <span class="i0">Above her, as she steals the mystery from thy -keeping.</span><br /> +keeping.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Thou art to me like my beloved maiden,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou art to me like my beloved maiden,</span><br > <span class="i0">So frankly coy, so full of trembly -confidences;</span><br /> +confidences;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy shadow scarce seems shade, thy pattering -leaflets</span><br /> +leaflets</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 224]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 224]</span><br > <span class="i0">Sprinkle their gathered sunshine o'er my -senses,</span><br /> +senses,</span><br > <span class="i0">And Nature gives me all her summer -confidences.</span><br /> +confidences.</span><br > <span class="i00">Whether my heart with hope or sorrow tremble,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Thou sympathizest still; wild and unquiet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I fling me down; thy ripple, like a river,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Thou sympathizest still; wild and unquiet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I fling me down; thy ripple, like a river,</span><br > <span class="i0">Flows valleyward, where calmness is, and by -it</span><br /> +it</span><br > <span class="i0">My heart is floated down into the land of -quiet.</span><br /> +quiet.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Interview" id="Interview"></a></p> +<p><a id="Interview"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH.</h4> -<span class="i00">I sat one evening in my room,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In that sweet hour of twilight</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I sat one evening in my room,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In that sweet hour of twilight</span><br > <span class="i0">When blended thoughts, half light, half -gloom,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Throng through the spirit's skylight;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The flames by fits curled round the bars,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or up the chimney crinkled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While embers dropped like falling stars,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And in the ashes tinkled.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I sat and mused; the fire burned low,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, o'er my senses stealing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Crept something of the ruddy glow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That bloomed on wall and ceiling;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My pictures (they are very few,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The heads of ancient wise men)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smoothed down their knotted fronts, and grew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As rosy as excisemen.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">My antique high-backed Spanish chair</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Felt thrills through wood and leather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That had been strangers since whilere,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Mid Andalusian heather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The oak that made its sturdy frame</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His happy arms stretched over</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ox whose fortunate hide became</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The bottom's polished cover.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">It came out in that famous bark</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That brought our sires intrepid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Capacious as another ark</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For furniture decrepit;—</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 225]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">For, as that saved of bird and beast</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A pair for propagation,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So has the seed of these increased</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And furnished half the nation.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Kings sit, they say, in slippery seats;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But those slant precipices</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of ice the northern voyager meets</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Less slippery are than this is;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To cling therein would pass the wit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of royal man or woman,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And whatsoe'er can stay in it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is more or less than human.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I offer to all bores this perch,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dear well-intentioned people</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With heads as void as week-day church,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Tongues longer than the steeple;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To folks with missions, whose gaunt eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">See golden ages rising,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Salt of the earth! in what queer Guys</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou'rt fond of crystallizing!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">My wonder, then, was not unmixed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With merciful suggestion,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When, as my roving eyes grew fixed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Upon the chair in question,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I saw its trembling arms enclose</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A figure grim and rusty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose doublet plain and plainer hose</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were something worn and dusty.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now even such men as Nature forms</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Merely to fill the street with,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Once turned to ghosts by hungry worms,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are serious things to meet with;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your penitent spirits are no jokes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, though I'm not averse to</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A quiet shade, even they are folks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One cares not to speak first to.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Who knows, thought I, but he has come,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By Charon kindly ferried,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To tell me of a mighty sum</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Behind my wainscot buried?</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 226]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">There is a buccaneerish air</span><br /> -<span class="i2">About that garb outlandish——</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just then the ghost drew up his chair</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And said "My name is Standish.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"I come from Plymouth, deadly bored</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With toasts, and songs, and speeches,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As long and flat as my old sword,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As threadbare as my breeches:</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>They</i> understand us Pilgrims! they,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Smooth men with rosy faces,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strength's knots and gnarls all pared away,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And varnish in their places!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"We had some toughness in our grain,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The eye to rightly see us is</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not just the one that lights the brain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of drawing-room Tyrtæuses:</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>They</i> talk about their Pilgrim blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Their birthright high and holy!—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A mountain-stream that ends in mud</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Methinks is melancholy.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"He had stiff knees, the Puritan,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That were not good at bending;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The homespun dignity of man</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He thought was worth defending;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He did not, with his pinchbeck ore,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His country's shame forgotten,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gild Freedom's coffin o'er and o'er,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When all within was rotten.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"These loud ancestral boasts of yours,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How can they else than vex us?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where were your dinner orators</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When slavery grasped at Texas?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dumb on his knees was every one</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That now is bold as Cæsar,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mere pegs to hang an office on</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Such stalwart men as these are."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Good Sir," I said, "you seem much stirred</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The sacred compromises——"</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Now God confound the dastard word!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My gall thereat arises:</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 227]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Northward it hath this sense alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That you, your conscience blinding,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall bow your fool's nose to the stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When slavery feels like grinding.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"'Tis shame to see such painted sticks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In Vane's and Winthrop's places,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To see your spirit of Seventy-six</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Drag humbly in the traces,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With slavery's lash upon her back,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And herds of office-holders</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To shout applause, as, with a crack,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It peels her patient shoulders.</span><br /> +gloom,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Throng through the spirit's skylight;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The flames by fits curled round the bars,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or up the chimney crinkled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While embers dropped like falling stars,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And in the ashes tinkled.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I sat and mused; the fire burned low,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, o'er my senses stealing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Crept something of the ruddy glow</span><br > +<span class="i2">That bloomed on wall and ceiling;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My pictures (they are very few,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">The heads of ancient wise men)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smoothed down their knotted fronts, and grew</span><br > +<span class="i2">As rosy as excisemen.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">My antique high-backed Spanish chair</span><br > +<span class="i2">Felt thrills through wood and leather,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That had been strangers since whilere,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Mid Andalusian heather,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The oak that made its sturdy frame</span><br > +<span class="i2">His happy arms stretched over</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ox whose fortunate hide became</span><br > +<span class="i2">The bottom's polished cover.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">It came out in that famous bark</span><br > +<span class="i2">That brought our sires intrepid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Capacious as another ark</span><br > +<span class="i2">For furniture decrepit;—</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 225]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">For, as that saved of bird and beast</span><br > +<span class="i2">A pair for propagation,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So has the seed of these increased</span><br > +<span class="i2">And furnished half the nation.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Kings sit, they say, in slippery seats;</span><br > +<span class="i2">But those slant precipices</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of ice the northern voyager meets</span><br > +<span class="i2">Less slippery are than this is;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To cling therein would pass the wit</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of royal man or woman,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And whatsoe'er can stay in it</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is more or less than human.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I offer to all bores this perch,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dear well-intentioned people</span><br > +<span class="i0">With heads as void as week-day church,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Tongues longer than the steeple;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To folks with missions, whose gaunt eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">See golden ages rising,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Salt of the earth! in what queer Guys</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou'rt fond of crystallizing!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">My wonder, then, was not unmixed</span><br > +<span class="i2">With merciful suggestion,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When, as my roving eyes grew fixed</span><br > +<span class="i2">Upon the chair in question,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I saw its trembling arms enclose</span><br > +<span class="i2">A figure grim and rusty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose doublet plain and plainer hose</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were something worn and dusty.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now even such men as Nature forms</span><br > +<span class="i2">Merely to fill the street with,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Once turned to ghosts by hungry worms,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are serious things to meet with;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your penitent spirits are no jokes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, though I'm not averse to</span><br > +<span class="i0">A quiet shade, even they are folks</span><br > +<span class="i2">One cares not to speak first to.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Who knows, thought I, but he has come,</span><br > +<span class="i2">By Charon kindly ferried,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To tell me of a mighty sum</span><br > +<span class="i2">Behind my wainscot buried?</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 226]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">There is a buccaneerish air</span><br > +<span class="i2">About that garb outlandish——</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just then the ghost drew up his chair</span><br > +<span class="i2">And said "My name is Standish.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"I come from Plymouth, deadly bored</span><br > +<span class="i2">With toasts, and songs, and speeches,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As long and flat as my old sword,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As threadbare as my breeches:</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>They</i> understand us Pilgrims! they,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Smooth men with rosy faces,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strength's knots and gnarls all pared away,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And varnish in their places!</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"We had some toughness in our grain,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The eye to rightly see us is</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not just the one that lights the brain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of drawing-room Tyrtæuses:</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>They</i> talk about their Pilgrim blood,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Their birthright high and holy!—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A mountain-stream that ends in mud</span><br > +<span class="i2">Methinks is melancholy.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"He had stiff knees, the Puritan,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That were not good at bending;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The homespun dignity of man</span><br > +<span class="i2">He thought was worth defending;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He did not, with his pinchbeck ore,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His country's shame forgotten,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gild Freedom's coffin o'er and o'er,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When all within was rotten.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"These loud ancestral boasts of yours,</span><br > +<span class="i2">How can they else than vex us?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where were your dinner orators</span><br > +<span class="i2">When slavery grasped at Texas?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dumb on his knees was every one</span><br > +<span class="i2">That now is bold as Cæsar,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mere pegs to hang an office on</span><br > +<span class="i2">Such stalwart men as these are."</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Good Sir," I said, "you seem much stirred</span><br > +<span class="i2">The sacred compromises——"</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Now God confound the dastard word!</span><br > +<span class="i2">My gall thereat arises:</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 227]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Northward it hath this sense alone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That you, your conscience blinding,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall bow your fool's nose to the stone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When slavery feels like grinding.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"'Tis shame to see such painted sticks</span><br > +<span class="i2">In Vane's and Winthrop's places,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To see your spirit of Seventy-six</span><br > +<span class="i2">Drag humbly in the traces,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With slavery's lash upon her back,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And herds of office-holders</span><br > +<span class="i0">To shout applause, as, with a crack,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It peels her patient shoulders.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"<i>We</i> forefathers to such a -rout!—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No, by my faith in God's word!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Half rose the ghost, and half drew out</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The ghost of his old broadsword,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then thrust it slowly back again,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And said, with reverent gesture,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"No, Freedom, no! blood should not stain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The hem of thy white vesture.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"I feel the soul in me draw near</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The mount of prophesying;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In this bleak wilderness I hear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A John the Baptist crying;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Far in the east I see upleap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The streaks of first forewarning,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And they who sowed the light shall reap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The golden sheaves of morning.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"Child of our travail and our woe,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Light in our day of sorrow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through my rapt spirit I foreknow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The glory of thy morrow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I hear great steps, that through the shade</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Draw nigher still and nigher,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And voices call like that which bade</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The prophet come up higher."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I looked, no form mine eyes could find,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I heard the red cock crowing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And through my window-chinks the wind</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A dismal tune was blowing;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 228]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Thought I, My neighbor Buckingham</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hath somewhat in him gritty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some Pilgrim-stuff that hates all sham,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And he will print my ditty.</span><br /> +rout!—</span><br > +<span class="i2">No, by my faith in God's word!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Half rose the ghost, and half drew out</span><br > +<span class="i2">The ghost of his old broadsword,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then thrust it slowly back again,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And said, with reverent gesture,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"No, Freedom, no! blood should not stain</span><br > +<span class="i2">The hem of thy white vesture.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"I feel the soul in me draw near</span><br > +<span class="i2">The mount of prophesying;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In this bleak wilderness I hear</span><br > +<span class="i2">A John the Baptist crying;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Far in the east I see upleap</span><br > +<span class="i2">The streaks of first forewarning,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And they who sowed the light shall reap</span><br > +<span class="i2">The golden sheaves of morning.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"Child of our travail and our woe,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Light in our day of sorrow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through my rapt spirit I foreknow</span><br > +<span class="i2">The glory of thy morrow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I hear great steps, that through the shade</span><br > +<span class="i2">Draw nigher still and nigher,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And voices call like that which bade</span><br > +<span class="i2">The prophet come up higher."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I looked, no form mine eyes could find,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I heard the red cock crowing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And through my window-chinks the wind</span><br > +<span class="i2">A dismal tune was blowing;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 228]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Thought I, My neighbor Buckingham</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hath somewhat in him gritty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some Pilgrim-stuff that hates all sham,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And he will print my ditty.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Capture" id="Capture"></a></p> +<p><a id="Capture"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ON THE CAPTURE OF CERTAIN FUGITIVE SLAVES NEAR WASHINGTON.</h4> <span class="i00g">Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who -can,</span><br /> +can,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man -truly man;</span><br /> +truly man;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let those whose hearts are dungeoned up with interest -or with ease</span><br /> +or with ease</span><br > <span class="i0g">Consent to hear with quiet pulse of loathsome deeds -like these!</span><br /> +like these!</span><br > <span class="i00g">I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy -breast</span><br /> +breast</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me -rest;</span><br /> +rest;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And if my words seem treason to the dullard and the -tame,</span><br /> +tame,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis but my Bay-State dialect,—our fathers spake -the same!</span><br /> +the same!</span><br > <span class="i00g">Shame on the costly mockery of piling stone on -stone</span><br /> +stone</span><br > <span class="i0g">To those who won our liberty, the heroes dead and -gone,</span><br /> +gone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While we look coldly on, and see law-shielded ruffians -slay</span><br /> +slay</span><br > <span class="i0g">The men who fain would win their own, the heroes of -to-day!</span><br /> +to-day!</span><br > <span class="i00g">Are we pledged to craven silence? O fling it to the -wind,</span><br /> +wind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The parchment wall that bars us from the least of human -kind,—</span><br /> +kind,—</span><br > <span class="i0g">That makes us cringe and temporize, and dumbly stand at -rest,</span><br /> +rest,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While Pity's burning flood of words is red-hot in the -breast!</span><br /> +breast!</span><br > <span class="i00g">Though we break our fathers' promise, we have nobler -duties first;</span><br /> +duties first;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 229]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 229]</span><br > <span class="i0g">The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most -accursed;</span><br /> +accursed;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the -sod,</span><br /> +sod,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly -false to God!</span><br /> +false to God!</span><br > <span class="i00g">We owe allegiance to the State; but deeper, truer, -more,</span><br /> +more,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the sympathies that God hath set within our spirit's -core;—</span><br /> +core;—</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our country claims our fealty; we grant it so, but -then</span><br /> +then</span><br > <span class="i0g">Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us -men.</span><br /> +men.</span><br > <span class="i00g">He's true to God who's true to man; wherever wrong is -done,</span><br /> +done,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the humblest and the weakest, neath the -all-beholding sun,</span><br /> +all-beholding sun,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That wrong is also done to us; and they are slaves most -base,</span><br /> +base,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all -their race.</span><br /> +their race.</span><br > <span class="i00g">God works for all. Ye cannot hem the hope of being -free</span><br /> +free</span><br > <span class="i0g">With parallels of latitude, with mountain-range or -sea.</span><br /> +sea.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Put golden padlocks on Truth's lips, be callous as ye -will,</span><br /> +will,</span><br > <span class="i0g">From soul to soul o'er all the world, leaps one -electric thrill.</span><br /> +electric thrill.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Chain down your slaves with ignorance, ye cannot keep -apart,</span><br /> +apart,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With all your craft of tyranny, the human heart from -heart:</span><br /> +heart:</span><br > <span class="i0g">When first the Pilgrims landed on the Bay-State's iron -shore,</span><br /> +shore,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The word went forth that slavery should one day be no -more.</span><br /> +more.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Out from the land of bondage 'tis decreed our slaves -shall go,</span><br /> +shall go,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And signs to us are offered, as erst to -Pharaoh;</span><br /> +Pharaoh;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If we are blind, their exodus, like Israel's of -yore,</span><br /> +yore,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Through a Red Sea is doomed to be, whose surges are of -gore.</span><br /> +gore.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 230]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 230]</span><br > <span class="i00g">'Tis ours to save our brethren, with peace and love to -win</span><br /> +win</span><br > <span class="i0g">Their darkened hearts from error, ere they harden it to -sin;</span><br /> +sin;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But if before his duty man with listless spirit -stands,</span><br /> +stands,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere long the Great Avenger takes the work from out his -hands.</span><br /> +hands.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Dandelion" id="Dandelion"></a></p> +<p><a id="Dandelion"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO THE DANDELION.</h4> <span class="i02">Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the -way,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">First pledge of blithesome May,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,</span><br > +<span class="i6">First pledge of blithesome May,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which children pluck, and, full of pride, -uphold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An Eldorado in the grass have found,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Which not the rich earth's ample round</span><br /> +uphold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they</span><br > +<span class="i0">An Eldorado in the grass have found,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Which not the rich earth's ample round</span><br > <span class="i2">May match in wealth,—thou art more dear to -me</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.</span><br /> +me</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.</span><br > <span class="i02">Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish -prow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Nor wrinkled the lean brow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of age, to rob the lover's heart of ease;</span><br /> +prow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Nor wrinkled the lean brow</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of age, to rob the lover's heart of ease;</span><br > <span class="i2">'Tis the spring's largess, which she scatters -now</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Though most hearts never understand</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To take it at God's value, but pass by</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The eyes thou givest me</span><br /> +now</span><br > +<span class="i0">To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Though most hearts never understand</span><br > +<span class="i2">To take it at God's value, but pass by</span><br > +<span class="i2">The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.</span><br > + +<span class="i02">Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;</span><br > +<span class="i6">The eyes thou givest me</span><br > <span class="i0">Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment</span><br /> -<span class="i4">In the white lily's breezy tent,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee</span><br > +<span class="i0">Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment</span><br > +<span class="i4">In the white lily's breezy tent,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first</span><br > <span class="i2">From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i02">Then think I of deep shadows on the -grass,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,</span><br /> +grass,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 231]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 231]</span><br > -<span class="i6">Where, as the breezes pass,</span><br /> +<span class="i6">Where, as the breezes pass,</span><br > <span class="i0">The gleaming rushes lean a thousand -ways,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or whiten in the wind,—of waters blue</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That from the distance sparkle through</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some woodland gap,—and of a sky above,</span><br /> +ways,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or whiten in the wind,—of waters blue</span><br > +<span class="i4">That from the distance sparkle through</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some woodland gap,—and of a sky above,</span><br > <span class="i2">Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth -move.</span><br /> +move.</span><br > <span class="i02">My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with -thee;</span><br /> +thee;</span><br > <span class="i0">The sight of thee calls back the robin's -song,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Who, from the dark old tree</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And I, secure in childish piety,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Listened as if I heard an angel sing</span><br /> -<span class="i4">With news from heaven, which he could bring</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fresh every day to my untainted ears,</span><br /> +song,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Who, from the dark old tree</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And I, secure in childish piety,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Listened as if I heard an angel sing</span><br > +<span class="i4">With news from heaven, which he could bring</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fresh every day to my untainted ears,</span><br > <span class="i2">When birds and flowers and I were happy -peers.</span><br /> +peers.</span><br > -<span class="i02">How like a prodigal doth nature seem,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Thou teachest me to deem</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More sacredly of every human heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam</span><br /> +<span class="i02">How like a prodigal doth nature seem,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!</span><br > +<span class="i6">Thou teachest me to deem</span><br > +<span class="i0">More sacredly of every human heart,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam</span><br > <span class="i0">Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret -show</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Did we but pay the love we owe,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And with a child's undoubting wisdom look</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On all these living pages of God's book.</span><br /> +show</span><br > +<span class="i4">Did we but pay the love we owe,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And with a child's undoubting wisdom look</span><br > +<span class="i2">On all these living pages of God's book.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Ghost" id="Ghost"></a></p> +<p><a id="Ghost"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE GHOST-SEER.</h4> -<span class="i00">Ye who, passing graves by night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Glance not to the left or right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lest a spirit should arise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cold and white, to freeze your eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some weak phantom, which your doubt</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shapes upon the dark without</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the dark within, a guess</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the spirit's deathlessness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which ye entertain with fear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In your self-built dungeon here,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where ye sell your God-given lives</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just for gold to buy you gyves,—</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 232]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Ye without a shudder meet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the city's noonday street,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spirits sadder and more dread</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than from out the clay have fled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Buried, beyond hope of light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the body's haunted night!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">See ye not that woman pale?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There are bloodhounds on her trail!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bloodhounds two, all gaunt and lean,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the soul their scent is keen,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Want and Sin, and Sin is last,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They have followed far and fast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Want gave tongue, and, at her howl,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sin awakened with a growl.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ah, poor girl! she had a right</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To a blessing from the light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Title-deeds to sky and earth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">God gave to her at her birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, before they were enjoyed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Poverty had made them void,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And had drunk the sunshine up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From all nature's ample cup,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaving her a first-born's share</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the dregs of darkness there.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Often, on the sidewalk bleak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hungry, all alone, and weak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She has seen, in night and storm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rooms o'erflow with firelight warm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, outside the window-glass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doubled all the cold, alas!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till each ray that on her fell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stabbed her like an icicle,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she almost loved the wail</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the bloodhounds on her trail.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till the floor becomes her bier,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She shall feel their pantings near,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Close upon her very heels,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spite of all the din of wheels;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shivering on her pallet poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She shall hear them at the door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whine and scratch to be let in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sister bloodhounds, Want and Sin!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 233]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Hark! that rustle of a dress,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stiff with lavish costliness!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here comes one whose cheek would flush</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But to have her garment brush</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wove the weary broidery in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bending backward from her toil,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lest her tears the silk might soil,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, in midnight's chill and murk,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stitched her life into the work,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shaping from her bitter thought</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heart's-ease and forget-me-not,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Satirizing her despair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the emblems woven there.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Little doth the wearer heed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the heart-break in the brede;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A hyena by her side</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Skulks, down-looking,—it is Pride.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He digs for her in the earth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where lie all her claims of birth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With his foul paws rooting o'er</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some long-buried ancestor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, perhaps, a statue won</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the ill deeds he had done,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the innocent blood he shed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the desolation spread</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over happy villages,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Blotting out the smile of peace.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">There walks Judas, he who sold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yesterday his Lord for gold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sold God's presence in his heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For a proud step in the mart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He hath dealt in flesh and blood,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the bank his name is good,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the bank, and only there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis a marketable ware.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In his eyes that stealthy gleam</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was not learned of sky or stream,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But it has the cold, hard glint</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of new dollars from the mint.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Open now your spirit's eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look through that poor clay disguise</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 234]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Which has thickened, day by day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till it keeps all light at bay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And his soul in pitchy gloom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gropes about its narrow tomb,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From whose dank and slimy walls</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drop by drop the horror falls.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look! a serpent lank and cold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hugs his spirit fold on fold;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From his heart, all day and night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It doth suck God's blessed light.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drink it will, and drink it must,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till the cup holds naught but dust;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All day long he hears it hiss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Writhing in its fiendish bliss;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All night long he sees its eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flicker with foul ecstasies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the spirit ebbs away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the absorbing clay.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Who is he that skulks, afraid</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the trust he has betrayed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shuddering if perchance a gleam</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of old nobleness should stream</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the pent, unwholesome room,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Ye who, passing graves by night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Glance not to the left or right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lest a spirit should arise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cold and white, to freeze your eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some weak phantom, which your doubt</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shapes upon the dark without</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the dark within, a guess</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the spirit's deathlessness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which ye entertain with fear</span><br > +<span class="i0">In your self-built dungeon here,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where ye sell your God-given lives</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just for gold to buy you gyves,—</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 232]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Ye without a shudder meet</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the city's noonday street,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spirits sadder and more dread</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than from out the clay have fled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Buried, beyond hope of light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the body's haunted night!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">See ye not that woman pale?</span><br > +<span class="i0">There are bloodhounds on her trail!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bloodhounds two, all gaunt and lean,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the soul their scent is keen,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Want and Sin, and Sin is last,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">They have followed far and fast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Want gave tongue, and, at her howl,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sin awakened with a growl.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ah, poor girl! she had a right</span><br > +<span class="i0">To a blessing from the light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Title-deeds to sky and earth</span><br > +<span class="i0">God gave to her at her birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, before they were enjoyed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Poverty had made them void,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And had drunk the sunshine up</span><br > +<span class="i0">From all nature's ample cup,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaving her a first-born's share</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the dregs of darkness there.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Often, on the sidewalk bleak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hungry, all alone, and weak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She has seen, in night and storm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rooms o'erflow with firelight warm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, outside the window-glass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doubled all the cold, alas!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till each ray that on her fell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stabbed her like an icicle,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she almost loved the wail</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the bloodhounds on her trail.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till the floor becomes her bier,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She shall feel their pantings near,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Close upon her very heels,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spite of all the din of wheels;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shivering on her pallet poor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She shall hear them at the door</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whine and scratch to be let in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sister bloodhounds, Want and Sin!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 233]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Hark! that rustle of a dress,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stiff with lavish costliness!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Here comes one whose cheek would flush</span><br > +<span class="i0">But to have her garment brush</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Gainst the girl whose fingers thin</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wove the weary broidery in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bending backward from her toil,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lest her tears the silk might soil,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, in midnight's chill and murk,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stitched her life into the work,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shaping from her bitter thought</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heart's-ease and forget-me-not,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Satirizing her despair</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the emblems woven there.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Little doth the wearer heed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the heart-break in the brede;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A hyena by her side</span><br > +<span class="i0">Skulks, down-looking,—it is Pride.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He digs for her in the earth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where lie all her claims of birth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With his foul paws rooting o'er</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some long-buried ancestor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, perhaps, a statue won</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the ill deeds he had done,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the innocent blood he shed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the desolation spread</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over happy villages,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Blotting out the smile of peace.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">There walks Judas, he who sold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yesterday his Lord for gold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sold God's presence in his heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">For a proud step in the mart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He hath dealt in flesh and blood,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the bank his name is good,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the bank, and only there,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis a marketable ware.</span><br > +<span class="i0">In his eyes that stealthy gleam</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was not learned of sky or stream,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But it has the cold, hard glint</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of new dollars from the mint.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Open now your spirit's eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look through that poor clay disguise</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 234]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Which has thickened, day by day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till it keeps all light at bay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And his soul in pitchy gloom</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gropes about its narrow tomb,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From whose dank and slimy walls</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drop by drop the horror falls.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look! a serpent lank and cold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hugs his spirit fold on fold;</span><br > +<span class="i0">From his heart, all day and night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It doth suck God's blessed light.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drink it will, and drink it must,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till the cup holds naught but dust;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All day long he hears it hiss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Writhing in its fiendish bliss;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All night long he sees its eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flicker with foul ecstasies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the spirit ebbs away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the absorbing clay.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Who is he that skulks, afraid</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the trust he has betrayed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shuddering if perchance a gleam</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of old nobleness should stream</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the pent, unwholesome room,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where his shrunk soul cowers in gloom,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Spirit sad beyond the rest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By more instinct for the best?</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis a poet who was sent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For a bad world's punishment,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By compelling it to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Golden glimpses of To Be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By compelling it to hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Songs that prove the angels near;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who was sent to be the tongue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the weak and spirit-wrung,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whence the fiery-winged Despair</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In men's shrinking eyes might flare.</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis our hope doth fashion us</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To base use or glorious:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He who might have been a lark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Truth's morning, from the dark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Raining down melodious hope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of a freer, broader scope,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 235]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Aspirations, prophecies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the spirit's full sunrise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Chose to be a bird of night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which with eyes refusing light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hooted from some hollow tree</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the world's idolatry.</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis his punishment to hear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flutterings of pinions near,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And his own vain wings to feel</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drooping downward to his heel,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All their grace and import lost,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Burdening his weary ghost:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ever walking by his side</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He must see his angel guide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who at intervals doth turn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Looks on him so sadly stern,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With such ever-new surprise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of hushed anguish in her eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That it seems the light of day</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From around him shrinks away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or drops blunted from the wall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Built around him by his fall.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then the mountains, whose white peaks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Catch the morning's earliest streaks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He must see, where prophets sit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Turning east their faces lit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whence, with footsteps beautiful,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the earth, yet dim and dull,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They the gladsome tidings bring,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the sunlight's hastening:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Never can those hills of bliss</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be o'erclimbed by feet like his!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But enough! O, do not dare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the next the veil to tear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Woven of station, trade, or dress,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More obscene than nakedness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherewith plausible culture drapes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fallen Nature's myriad shapes!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let us rather love to mark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How the unextinguished spark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will shine through the thin disguise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of our customs, pomps, and lies,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 236]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And, not seldom blown to flame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Vindicate its ancient claim.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1844.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Spirit sad beyond the rest</span><br > +<span class="i0">By more instinct for the best?</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis a poet who was sent</span><br > +<span class="i0">For a bad world's punishment,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By compelling it to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Golden glimpses of To Be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By compelling it to hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Songs that prove the angels near;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who was sent to be the tongue</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the weak and spirit-wrung,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whence the fiery-winged Despair</span><br > +<span class="i0">In men's shrinking eyes might flare.</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis our hope doth fashion us</span><br > +<span class="i0">To base use or glorious:</span><br > +<span class="i0">He who might have been a lark</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Truth's morning, from the dark</span><br > +<span class="i0">Raining down melodious hope</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of a freer, broader scope,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 235]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Aspirations, prophecies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the spirit's full sunrise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Chose to be a bird of night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which with eyes refusing light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hooted from some hollow tree</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the world's idolatry.</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis his punishment to hear</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flutterings of pinions near,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And his own vain wings to feel</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drooping downward to his heel,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All their grace and import lost,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Burdening his weary ghost:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ever walking by his side</span><br > +<span class="i0">He must see his angel guide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who at intervals doth turn</span><br > +<span class="i0">Looks on him so sadly stern,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With such ever-new surprise</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of hushed anguish in her eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That it seems the light of day</span><br > +<span class="i0">From around him shrinks away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or drops blunted from the wall</span><br > +<span class="i0">Built around him by his fall.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then the mountains, whose white peaks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Catch the morning's earliest streaks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He must see, where prophets sit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Turning east their faces lit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whence, with footsteps beautiful,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the earth, yet dim and dull,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They the gladsome tidings bring,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the sunlight's hastening:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Never can those hills of bliss</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be o'erclimbed by feet like his!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But enough! O, do not dare</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the next the veil to tear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Woven of station, trade, or dress,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More obscene than nakedness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherewith plausible culture drapes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fallen Nature's myriad shapes!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let us rather love to mark</span><br > +<span class="i0">How the unextinguished spark</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will shine through the thin disguise</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of our customs, pomps, and lies,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 236]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And, not seldom blown to flame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Vindicate its ancient claim.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1844.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Studies" id="Studies"></a></p> +<p><a id="Studies"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>STUDIES FOR TWO HEADS.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">Some sort of heart I know is hers,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I chanced to feel her pulse one night;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A brain she has that never errs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And yet is never nobly right;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It does not leap to great results,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But in some corner out of sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Suspects a spot of latent blight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, o'er the impatient infinite,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She bargains, haggles, and consults.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Her eye,—it seems a chemic test</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And drops upon you like an acid;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It bites you with unconscious zest,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So clear and bright, so coldly placid;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It holds you quietly aloof,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It holds,—and yet it does not win you;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It merely puts you to the proof</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sorts what qualities are in you;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It smiles, but never brings you nearer,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It lights,—her nature draws not nigh;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis but that yours is growing clearer</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To her assays;—yes, try and try,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You'll get no deeper than her eye.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">There, you are classified: she's gone</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Far, far away into herself;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each with its Latin label on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your poor components, one by one,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are laid upon their proper shelf</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In her compact and ordered mind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And what of you is left behind</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is no more to her than the wind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In that clear brain, which, day and night,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No movement of the heart e'er jostles,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Some sort of heart I know is hers,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">I chanced to feel her pulse one night;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A brain she has that never errs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And yet is never nobly right;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It does not leap to great results,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But in some corner out of sight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Suspects a spot of latent blight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, o'er the impatient infinite,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She bargains, haggles, and consults.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Her eye,—it seems a chemic test</span><br > +<span class="i2">And drops upon you like an acid;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It bites you with unconscious zest,</span><br > +<span class="i2">So clear and bright, so coldly placid;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It holds you quietly aloof,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It holds,—and yet it does not win you;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It merely puts you to the proof</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sorts what qualities are in you;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It smiles, but never brings you nearer,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It lights,—her nature draws not nigh;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis but that yours is growing clearer</span><br > +<span class="i2">To her assays;—yes, try and try,</span><br > +<span class="i2">You'll get no deeper than her eye.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">There, you are classified: she's gone</span><br > +<span class="i2">Far, far away into herself;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each with its Latin label on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your poor components, one by one,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are laid upon their proper shelf</span><br > +<span class="i0">In her compact and ordered mind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And what of you is left behind</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is no more to her than the wind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In that clear brain, which, day and night,</span><br > +<span class="i2">No movement of the heart e'er jostles,</span><br > <span class="i0">Her friends are ranged on left and -right,—</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 237]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Here, silex, hornblende, sienite;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There, animal remains and fossils.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And yet, O subtile analyst,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That canst each property detect</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of mood or grain, that canst untwist</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Each tangled skein of intellect,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with thy scalpel eyes lay bare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each mental nerve more fine than air,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O brain exact, that in thy scales</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Canst weigh the sun and never err,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For once thy patient science fails,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One problem still defies thy art;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou never canst compute for her</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The distance and diameter</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of any simple human heart.</span><br /> +right,—</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 237]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Here, silex, hornblende, sienite;</span><br > +<span class="i2">There, animal remains and fossils.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And yet, O subtile analyst,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That canst each property detect</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of mood or grain, that canst untwist</span><br > +<span class="i2">Each tangled skein of intellect,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with thy scalpel eyes lay bare</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each mental nerve more fine than air,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">O brain exact, that in thy scales</span><br > +<span class="i0">Canst weigh the sun and never err,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For once thy patient science fails,</span><br > +<span class="i2">One problem still defies thy art;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou never canst compute for her</span><br > +<span class="i0">The distance and diameter</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of any simple human heart.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Hear him but speak, and you will feel</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The shadows of the Portico</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over your tranquil spirit steal,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To modulate all joy and woe</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To one subdued, subduing glow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Above our squabbling business-hours,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like Phidian Jove's, his beauty lowers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His nature satirizes ours;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A form and front of Attic grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He shames the higgling market-place,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dwarfs our more mechanic powers.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">What throbbing verse can fitly render</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Hear him but speak, and you will feel</span><br > +<span class="i2">The shadows of the Portico</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over your tranquil spirit steal,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To modulate all joy and woe</span><br > +<span class="i2">To one subdued, subduing glow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Above our squabbling business-hours,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like Phidian Jove's, his beauty lowers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His nature satirizes ours;</span><br > +<span class="i2">A form and front of Attic grace,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He shames the higgling market-place,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dwarfs our more mechanic powers.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">What throbbing verse can fitly render</span><br > <span class="i0">That face,—so pure, so -trembling-tender?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sensation glimmers through its rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It speaks unmanacled by words,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As full of motion as a nest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That palpitates with unfledged birds;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Tis likest to Bethesda's stream,</span><br /> +trembling-tender?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sensation glimmers through its rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It speaks unmanacled by words,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As full of motion as a nest</span><br > +<span class="i0">That palpitates with unfledged birds;</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Tis likest to Bethesda's stream,</span><br > <span class="i0">Forewarned through all its thrilling springs,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">White with the angel's coming gleam,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And rippled with his fanning wings.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Hear him unfold his plots and plans,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And larger destinies seem man's;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 238]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">You conjure from his glowing face</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The omen of a fairer race;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With one grand trope he boldly spans</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The gulf wherein so many fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Twixt possible and actual;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His first swift word, talaria-shod,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Exuberant with conscious God,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Out of the choir of planets blots</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The present earth with all its spots.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Himself unshaken as the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His words, like whirlwinds, spin on high</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Systems and creeds pellmell together;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis strange as to a deaf man's eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While trees uprooted splinter by,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The dumb turmoil of stormy weather;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Less of iconoclast than shaper,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His spirit, safe behind the reach</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of the tornado of his speech,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Burns calmly as a glowworm's taper.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So great in speech, but, ah! in act</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So overrun with vermin troubles,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The coarse, sharp-cornered, ugly fact</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of life collapses all his bubbles:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had he but lived in Plato's day,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He might, unless my fancy errs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have shared that golden voice's sway</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er barefooted philosophers.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our nipping climate hardly suits</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ripening of ideal fruits:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His theories vanquish us all summer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But winter makes him dumb and dumber</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To see him mid life's needful things</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is something painfully bewildering;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He seems an angel with clipt wings</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Tied to a mortal wife and children,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And by a brother seraph taken</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the act of eating eggs and bacon.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a clear fountain, his desire</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Exults and leaps toward the light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In every drop it says "Aspire!"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Striving for more ideal height;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 239]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And as the fountain, falling thence,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Crawls baffled through the common gutter</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, from his speech's eminence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He shrinks into the present tense,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unkinged by foolish bread and butter.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Yet smile not, worldling, for in deeds</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Not all of life that's brave and wise is;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He strews an ampler future's seeds,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Tis your fault if no harvest rises;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smooth back the sneer; for is it naught</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That all he is and has is Beauty's?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By soul the soul's gains must be wrought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Actual claims our coarser thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The Ideal hath its higher duties.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">White with the angel's coming gleam,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And rippled with his fanning wings.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Hear him unfold his plots and plans,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And larger destinies seem man's;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 238]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">You conjure from his glowing face</span><br > +<span class="i0">The omen of a fairer race;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With one grand trope he boldly spans</span><br > +<span class="i2">The gulf wherein so many fall,</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Twixt possible and actual;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His first swift word, talaria-shod,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Exuberant with conscious God,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Out of the choir of planets blots</span><br > +<span class="i0">The present earth with all its spots.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Himself unshaken as the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His words, like whirlwinds, spin on high</span><br > +<span class="i2">Systems and creeds pellmell together;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis strange as to a deaf man's eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While trees uprooted splinter by,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The dumb turmoil of stormy weather;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Less of iconoclast than shaper,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His spirit, safe behind the reach</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of the tornado of his speech,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Burns calmly as a glowworm's taper.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So great in speech, but, ah! in act</span><br > +<span class="i2">So overrun with vermin troubles,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The coarse, sharp-cornered, ugly fact</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of life collapses all his bubbles:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had he but lived in Plato's day,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He might, unless my fancy errs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have shared that golden voice's sway</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er barefooted philosophers.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our nipping climate hardly suits</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ripening of ideal fruits:</span><br > +<span class="i0">His theories vanquish us all summer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But winter makes him dumb and dumber</span><br > +<span class="i0">To see him mid life's needful things</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is something painfully bewildering;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He seems an angel with clipt wings</span><br > +<span class="i2">Tied to a mortal wife and children,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And by a brother seraph taken</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the act of eating eggs and bacon.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a clear fountain, his desire</span><br > +<span class="i2">Exults and leaps toward the light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In every drop it says "Aspire!"</span><br > +<span class="i2">Striving for more ideal height;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 239]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And as the fountain, falling thence,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Crawls baffled through the common gutter</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, from his speech's eminence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He shrinks into the present tense,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unkinged by foolish bread and butter.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Yet smile not, worldling, for in deeds</span><br > +<span class="i2">Not all of life that's brave and wise is;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He strews an ampler future's seeds,</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Tis your fault if no harvest rises;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smooth back the sneer; for is it naught</span><br > +<span class="i2">That all he is and has is Beauty's?</span><br > +<span class="i0">By soul the soul's gains must be wrought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Actual claims our coarser thought,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The Ideal hath its higher duties.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Portrait" id="Portrait"></a></p> +<p><a id="Portrait"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ON A PORTRAIT OF DANTE BY GIOTTO.</h4> -<span class="i00">Can this be thou who, lean and pale,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With such immitigable eye</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Can this be thou who, lean and pale,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With such immitigable eye</span><br > <span class="i0">Didst look upon those writhing souls in bale,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And note each vengeance, and pass by</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unmoved, save when thy heart by chance</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cast backward one forbidden glance,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And saw Francesca, with child's glee,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Subdue and mount thy wild-horse knee</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And note each vengeance, and pass by</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unmoved, save when thy heart by chance</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cast backward one forbidden glance,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And saw Francesca, with child's glee,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Subdue and mount thy wild-horse knee</span><br > <span class="i0">And with proud hands control its fiery -prance?</span><br /> +prance?</span><br > <span class="i00">With half-drooped lids, and smooth, round -brow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And eye remote, that inly sees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fair Beatrice's spirit wandering now</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In some sea-lulled Hesperides,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou movest through the jarring street,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Secluded from the noise of feet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By her gift-blossom in thy hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy branch of palm from Holy Land;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No trace is here of ruin's fiery sleet.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Yet there is something round thy lips</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That prophesies the coming doom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The soft, gray herald-shadow ere the eclipse</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Notches the perfect disk with gloom;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 240]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">A something that would banish thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thine untamed pursuer be,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From men and their unworthy fates,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Though Florence had not shut her gates,</span><br /> +brow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And eye remote, that inly sees</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fair Beatrice's spirit wandering now</span><br > +<span class="i2">In some sea-lulled Hesperides,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou movest through the jarring street,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Secluded from the noise of feet</span><br > +<span class="i2">By her gift-blossom in thy hand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy branch of palm from Holy Land;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">No trace is here of ruin's fiery sleet.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Yet there is something round thy lips</span><br > +<span class="i2">That prophesies the coming doom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The soft, gray herald-shadow ere the eclipse</span><br > +<span class="i2">Notches the perfect disk with gloom;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 240]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">A something that would banish thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thine untamed pursuer be,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From men and their unworthy fates,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Though Florence had not shut her gates,</span><br > <span class="i0">And grief had loosed her clutch and let thee -free.</span><br /> +free.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Ah! he who follows fearlessly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The beckonings of a poet-heart</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Ah! he who follows fearlessly</span><br > +<span class="i2">The beckonings of a poet-heart</span><br > <span class="i0">Shall wander, and without the world's decree,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">A banished man in field and mart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Harder than Florence' walls the bar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which with deaf sternness holds him far</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From home and friends, till death's release,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And makes his only prayer for peace,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">A banished man in field and mart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Harder than Florence' walls the bar</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which with deaf sternness holds him far</span><br > +<span class="i2">From home and friends, till death's release,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And makes his only prayer for peace,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like thine, scarred veteran of a lifelong -war!</span><br /> +war!</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Death" id="Death"></a></p> +<p><a id="Death"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND'S CHILD.</h4> -<span class="i00">Death never came so nigh to me before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I mused</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of calm and peace and deep forgetfulness,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Death never came so nigh to me before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I mused</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of calm and peace and deep forgetfulness,</span><br > <span class="i0">Of folded hands, closed eye, and heart at -rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And slumber sound beneath a flowery turf,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of faults forgotten, and an inner place</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kept sacred for us in the heart of friends;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But these were idle fancies, satisfied</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the mere husk of this great mystery,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dwelling in the outward shows of things.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heaven is not mounted to on wings of dreams,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor doth the unthankful happiness of youth</span><br /> +rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And slumber sound beneath a flowery turf,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of faults forgotten, and an inner place</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kept sacred for us in the heart of friends;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But these were idle fancies, satisfied</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the mere husk of this great mystery,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dwelling in the outward shows of things.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heaven is not mounted to on wings of dreams,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor doth the unthankful happiness of youth</span><br > <span class="i0">Aim thitherward, but floats from bloom to -bloom,</span><br /> +bloom,</span><br > <span class="i0">With earth's warm patch of sunshine well -content</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose golden rounds are our calamities,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God</span><br /> +content</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose golden rounds are our calamities,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God</span><br > <span class="i0">The spirit climbs, and hath its eyes -unsealed.</span><br /> +unsealed.</span><br > <span class="i00">True is it that Death's face seems stern and -cold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When he is sent to summon those we love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But all God's angels come to us disguised;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 241]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">One after other lift their frowning masks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And we behold the seraph's face beneath,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All radiant with the glory and the calm</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of having looked upon the front of God.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With every anguish of our earthly part</span><br /> +cold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When he is sent to summon those we love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But all God's angels come to us disguised;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 241]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">One after other lift their frowning masks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And we behold the seraph's face beneath,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All radiant with the glory and the calm</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of having looked upon the front of God.</span><br > +<span class="i0">With every anguish of our earthly part</span><br > <span class="i0">The spirit's sight grows clearer; this was -meant</span><br /> +meant</span><br > <span class="i0">When Jesus touched the blind man's lids with -clay.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Life is the jailer, Death the angel sent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.</span><br /> +clay.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Life is the jailer, Death the angel sent</span><br > +<span class="i0">To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.</span><br > <span class="i0">He flings not ope the ivory gate of -Rest,—</span><br /> +Rest,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Only the fallen spirit knocks at that,—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But to benigner regions beckons us,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To destinies of more rewarded toil.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the hushed chamber, sitting by the dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It grates on us to hear the flood of life</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But to benigner regions beckons us,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To destinies of more rewarded toil.</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the hushed chamber, sitting by the dead,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It grates on us to hear the flood of life</span><br > <span class="i0">Whirl rustling onward, senseless of our loss.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The bee hums on; around the blossomed vine</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The bee hums on; around the blossomed vine</span><br > <span class="i0">Whirs the light humming-bird; the cricket -chirps;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The locust's shrill alarum stings the ear;</span><br /> +chirps;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The locust's shrill alarum stings the ear;</span><br > <span class="i0">Hard by, the cock shouts lustily; from farm to -farm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His cheery brothers, telling of the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Answer, till far away the joyance dies:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We never knew before how God had filled</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The summer air with happy living sounds;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All round us seems an overplus of life,</span><br /> +farm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His cheery brothers, telling of the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Answer, till far away the joyance dies:</span><br > +<span class="i0">We never knew before how God had filled</span><br > +<span class="i0">The summer air with happy living sounds;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All round us seems an overplus of life,</span><br > <span class="i0">And yet the one dear heart lies cold and -still.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is most strange, when the great miracle</span><br /> +still.</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is most strange, when the great miracle</span><br > <span class="i0">Hath for our sakes been done, when we have -had</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our inwardest experience of God,</span><br /> +had</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our inwardest experience of God,</span><br > <span class="i0">When with his presence still the room -expands,</span><br /> +expands,</span><br > <span class="i0">And is awed after him, that naught is -changed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That Nature's face looks unacknowledging,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the mad world still dances heedless on</span><br /> -<span class="i0">After its butterflies, and gives no sign.</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis hard at first to see it all aright;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In vain Faith blows her trump to summon back</span><br /> +changed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That Nature's face looks unacknowledging,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the mad world still dances heedless on</span><br > +<span class="i0">After its butterflies, and gives no sign.</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis hard at first to see it all aright;</span><br > +<span class="i0">In vain Faith blows her trump to summon back</span><br > <span class="i0">Her scattered troop; yet, through the clouded -glass</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of our own bitter tears, we learn to look</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Undazzled on the kindness of God's face;</span><br /> +glass</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of our own bitter tears, we learn to look</span><br > +<span class="i0">Undazzled on the kindness of God's face;</span><br > <span class="i0">Earth is too dark, and Heaven alone shines -through.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It is no little thing, when a fresh soul</span><br /> +through.</span><br > +<span class="i0">It is no little thing, when a fresh soul</span><br > <span class="i0">And a fresh heart, with their unmeasured -scope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For good, not gravitating earthward yet,</span><br /> +scope</span><br > +<span class="i0">For good, not gravitating earthward yet,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 242]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 242]</span><br > -<span class="i0">But circling in diviner periods,</span><br /> +<span class="i0">But circling in diviner periods,</span><br > <span class="i0">Are sent into the world,—no little -thing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When this unbounded possibility</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the outer silence is withdrawn.</span><br /> +thing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When this unbounded possibility</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the outer silence is withdrawn.</span><br > <span class="i0">Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The visionary hand of Might-have-been</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The visionary hand of Might-have-been</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!</span><br > <span class="i00">How changed, dear friend, are thy part and thy -child's!</span><br /> +child's!</span><br > <span class="i0">He bends above <i>thy</i> cradle now, or -holds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His warning finger out to be thy guide;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou art the nurseling now; he watches thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slow learning, one by one, the secret things</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which are to him used sights of every day;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He smiles to see thy wondering glances con</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The grass and pebbles of the spirit world,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To thee miraculous; and he will teach</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thy knees their due observances of prayer.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Children are God's apostles, day by day</span><br /> +holds</span><br > +<span class="i0">His warning finger out to be thy guide;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou art the nurseling now; he watches thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slow learning, one by one, the secret things</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which are to him used sights of every day;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He smiles to see thy wondering glances con</span><br > +<span class="i0">The grass and pebbles of the spirit world,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To thee miraculous; and he will teach</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thy knees their due observances of prayer.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Children are God's apostles, day by day</span><br > <span class="i0">Sent forth to preach of love, and hope, and -peace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor hath thy babe his mission left undone.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To me, at least, his going hence hath given</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Serener thoughts and nearer to the skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And opened a new fountain in my heart</span><br /> +peace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor hath thy babe his mission left undone.</span><br > +<span class="i0">To me, at least, his going hence hath given</span><br > +<span class="i0">Serener thoughts and nearer to the skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And opened a new fountain in my heart</span><br > <span class="i0">For thee, my friend, and all: and, O, if -Death</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More near approaches meditates, and clasps</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even now some dearer, more reluctant hand,</span><br /> +Death</span><br > +<span class="i0">More near approaches meditates, and clasps</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even now some dearer, more reluctant hand,</span><br > <span class="i0">God, strengthen thou my faith, that I may see</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">That 'tis thine angel, who, with loving -haste,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto the service of the inner shrine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth waken thy belovèd with a kiss!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1844.</span><br /> +haste,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto the service of the inner shrine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth waken thy belovèd with a kiss!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1844.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Eurydice" id="Eurydice"></a></p> +<p><a id="Eurydice"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>EURYDICE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bathing in grass, with thirsty eye</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I suck the last drop of the sky;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With each hot sense I draw to the lees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The quickening out-door influences,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 243]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And empty to each radiant comer</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A supernaculum of summer:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not, Bacchus, all thy grosser juice</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could bring enchantment so profuse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though for its press each grape-bunch had</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The white feet of an Oread.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Through our coarse art gleam, now and then,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The features of angelic men;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Neath the lewd Satyr's veiling paint</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Glows forth the Sibyl, Muse, or Saint;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dauber's botch no more obscures</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The mighty Master's portraitures.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And who can say what luckier beam</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hidden glory shall redeem,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For what chance clod the soul may wait</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To stumble on its nobler fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or why, to his unwarned abode,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still by surprises comes the God?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some moment, nailed on sorrow's cross,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May mediate a whole youth's loss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some windfall joy, we know not whence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Redeem a lifetime's rash expense,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, suddenly wise, the soul may mark,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stripped of their simulated dark,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mountains of gold that pierce the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Girdling its valleyed poverty.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I feel ye, childhood's hopes, return,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With olden heats my pulses burn,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mine be the self-forgetting sweep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The torrent impulse swift and wild,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherewith Taghkanic's rockborn child</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dares gloriously the dangerous leap,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, in his sky-descended mood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Transmutes each drop of sluggish blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By touch of bravery's simple wand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To amethyst and diamond,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Proving himself no bastard slip,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But the true granite-cradled one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nursed with the rock's primeval drip,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The cloud-embracing mountain's son!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 244]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Prayer breathed in vain! no wish's sway</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rebuilds the vanished yesterday;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For plated wares of Sheffield stamp</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We gave the old Aladdin's lamp;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis we are changed; ah, whither went</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That undesigned abandonment,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That wise, unquestioning content,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which could erect its microcosm</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Out of a weed's neglected blossom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could call up Arthur and his peers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By a low moss's clump of spears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, in its shingle trireme launched,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where Charles in some green inlet branched,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could venture for the golden fleece</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dragon-watched Hesperides,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, from its ripple-shattered fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ulysses' chances recreate?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When, heralding life's every phase,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There glowed a goddess-veiling haze,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A plenteous, forewarning grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like that more tender dawn that flies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before the full moon's ample rise?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Methinks thy parting glory shines</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through yonder grove of singing pines;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At that elm-vista's end I trace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dimly thy sad leave-taking face,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Eurydice! Eurydice!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tremulous leaves repeat to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Eurydice! Eurydice!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No gloomier Orcus swallows thee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than the unclouded sunset's glow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thine is at least Elysian woe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast Good's natural decay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And fadest like a star away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into an atmosphere whose shine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With fuller day o'ermasters thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Entering defeat as 't were a shrine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For us,—we turn life's diary o'er</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To find but one word,—Nevermore.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1845.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bathing in grass, with thirsty eye</span><br > +<span class="i0">I suck the last drop of the sky;</span><br > +<span class="i0">With each hot sense I draw to the lees</span><br > +<span class="i0">The quickening out-door influences,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 243]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And empty to each radiant comer</span><br > +<span class="i0">A supernaculum of summer:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not, Bacchus, all thy grosser juice</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could bring enchantment so profuse,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though for its press each grape-bunch had</span><br > +<span class="i0">The white feet of an Oread.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Through our coarse art gleam, now and then,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The features of angelic men;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Neath the lewd Satyr's veiling paint</span><br > +<span class="i0">Glows forth the Sibyl, Muse, or Saint;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dauber's botch no more obscures</span><br > +<span class="i0">The mighty Master's portraitures.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And who can say what luckier beam</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hidden glory shall redeem,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For what chance clod the soul may wait</span><br > +<span class="i0">To stumble on its nobler fate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or why, to his unwarned abode,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still by surprises comes the God?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some moment, nailed on sorrow's cross,</span><br > +<span class="i0">May mediate a whole youth's loss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some windfall joy, we know not whence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Redeem a lifetime's rash expense,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, suddenly wise, the soul may mark,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stripped of their simulated dark,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mountains of gold that pierce the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Girdling its valleyed poverty.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I feel ye, childhood's hopes, return,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With olden heats my pulses burn,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mine be the self-forgetting sweep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The torrent impulse swift and wild,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherewith Taghkanic's rockborn child</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dares gloriously the dangerous leap,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, in his sky-descended mood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Transmutes each drop of sluggish blood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By touch of bravery's simple wand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To amethyst and diamond,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Proving himself no bastard slip,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But the true granite-cradled one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nursed with the rock's primeval drip,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The cloud-embracing mountain's son!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 244]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Prayer breathed in vain! no wish's sway</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rebuilds the vanished yesterday;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For plated wares of Sheffield stamp</span><br > +<span class="i0">We gave the old Aladdin's lamp;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis we are changed; ah, whither went</span><br > +<span class="i0">That undesigned abandonment,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That wise, unquestioning content,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which could erect its microcosm</span><br > +<span class="i0">Out of a weed's neglected blossom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could call up Arthur and his peers</span><br > +<span class="i0">By a low moss's clump of spears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, in its shingle trireme launched,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where Charles in some green inlet branched,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could venture for the golden fleece</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dragon-watched Hesperides,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, from its ripple-shattered fate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ulysses' chances recreate?</span><br > +<span class="i0">When, heralding life's every phase,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There glowed a goddess-veiling haze,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A plenteous, forewarning grace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like that more tender dawn that flies</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before the full moon's ample rise?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Methinks thy parting glory shines</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through yonder grove of singing pines;</span><br > +<span class="i0">At that elm-vista's end I trace</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dimly thy sad leave-taking face,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Eurydice! Eurydice!</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tremulous leaves repeat to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">Eurydice! Eurydice!</span><br > +<span class="i0">No gloomier Orcus swallows thee</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than the unclouded sunset's glow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thine is at least Elysian woe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast Good's natural decay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And fadest like a star away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into an atmosphere whose shine</span><br > +<span class="i0">With fuller day o'ermasters thine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Entering defeat as 't were a shrine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For us,—we turn life's diary o'er</span><br > +<span class="i0">To find but one word,—Nevermore.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1845.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Came" id="Came"></a></p> +<p><a id="Came"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 245]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 245]</span><br > <h4>SHE CAME AND WENT.</h4> -<span class="i00">As a twig trembles, which a bird</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So is my memory thrilled and stirred;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The blue dome's measureless content,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So my soul held that moment's heaven;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">As, at one bound, our swift spring heaps</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The orchards full of bloom and scent,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So clove her May my wintry sleeps;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">An angel stood and met my gaze,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the low doorway of my tent;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tent is struck, the vision stays;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O, when the room grows slowly dim,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And life's last oil is nearly spent,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One gush of light these eyes will brim,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Only to think she came and went.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As a twig trembles, which a bird</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lights on to sing, then leaves unbent,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So is my memory thrilled and stirred;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">As clasps some lake, by gusts unriven,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The blue dome's measureless content,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So my soul held that moment's heaven;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">As, at one bound, our swift spring heaps</span><br > +<span class="i2">The orchards full of bloom and scent,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So clove her May my wintry sleeps;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">An angel stood and met my gaze,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the low doorway of my tent;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tent is struck, the vision stays;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">I only know she came and went.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O, when the room grows slowly dim,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And life's last oil is nearly spent,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One gush of light these eyes will brim,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Only to think she came and went.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Changeling" id="Changeling"></a></p> +<p><a id="Changeling"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE CHANGELING.</h4> -<span class="i00">I had a little daughter,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And she was given to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To lead me gently backward</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the Heavenly Father's knee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That I, by the force of nature,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Might in some dim wise divine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The depth of his infinite patience</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To this wayward soul of mine.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I know not how others saw her,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But to me she was wholly fair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the light of the heaven she came from</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still lingered and gleamed in her hair;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 246]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">For it was as wavy and golden,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And as many changes took,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On the yellow bed of a brook.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">To what can I liken her smiling</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Upon me, her kneeling lover,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And dimpled her wholly over,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till her outstretched hands smiled also,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And I almost seemed to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The very heart of her mother</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sending sun through her veins to me!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">She had been with us scarce a twelvemonth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And it hardly seemed a day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When a troop of wandering angels</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Stole my little daughter away;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or perhaps those heavenly Zingari</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But loosed the hampering strings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And when they had opened her cage-door</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My little bird used her wings.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But they left in her stead a changeling,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A little angel child,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That seems like her bud in full blossom,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And smiles as she never smiled:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When I wake in the morning, I see it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where she always used to lie,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And I feel as weak as a violet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Alone 'neath the awful sky.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">As weak, yet as trustful also;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For the whole year long I see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All the wonders of faithful Nature</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still worked for the love of me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Winds wander, and dews drip earthward,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rain falls, suns rise and set,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earth whirls, and all but to prosper</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A poor little violet.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">This child is not mine as the first was,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I cannot sing it to rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I cannot lift it up fatherly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And bliss it upon my breast;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 247]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Yet it lies in my little one's cradle</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sits in my little one's chair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the light of the heaven she's gone to</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Transfigures its golden hair.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I had a little daughter,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And she was given to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">To lead me gently backward</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the Heavenly Father's knee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That I, by the force of nature,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Might in some dim wise divine</span><br > +<span class="i0">The depth of his infinite patience</span><br > +<span class="i2">To this wayward soul of mine.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I know not how others saw her,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But to me she was wholly fair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the light of the heaven she came from</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still lingered and gleamed in her hair;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 246]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">For it was as wavy and golden,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And as many changes took,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples</span><br > +<span class="i2">On the yellow bed of a brook.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">To what can I liken her smiling</span><br > +<span class="i2">Upon me, her kneeling lover,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And dimpled her wholly over,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till her outstretched hands smiled also,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And I almost seemed to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The very heart of her mother</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sending sun through her veins to me!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">She had been with us scarce a twelvemonth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And it hardly seemed a day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When a troop of wandering angels</span><br > +<span class="i2">Stole my little daughter away;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or perhaps those heavenly Zingari</span><br > +<span class="i2">But loosed the hampering strings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And when they had opened her cage-door</span><br > +<span class="i2">My little bird used her wings.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But they left in her stead a changeling,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A little angel child,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That seems like her bud in full blossom,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And smiles as she never smiled:</span><br > +<span class="i0">When I wake in the morning, I see it</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where she always used to lie,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And I feel as weak as a violet</span><br > +<span class="i2">Alone 'neath the awful sky.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">As weak, yet as trustful also;</span><br > +<span class="i2">For the whole year long I see</span><br > +<span class="i0">All the wonders of faithful Nature</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still worked for the love of me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Winds wander, and dews drip earthward,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rain falls, suns rise and set,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earth whirls, and all but to prosper</span><br > +<span class="i2">A poor little violet.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">This child is not mine as the first was,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I cannot sing it to rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I cannot lift it up fatherly</span><br > +<span class="i2">And bliss it upon my breast;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 247]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Yet it lies in my little one's cradle</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sits in my little one's chair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the light of the heaven she's gone to</span><br > +<span class="i2">Transfigures its golden hair.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Pioneer" id="Pioneer"></a></p> +<p><a id="Pioneer"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE PIONEER.</h4> <span class="i02">What man would live coffined with brick and -stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Imprisoned from the influences of air,</span><br /> +stone,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Imprisoned from the influences of air,</span><br > <span class="i4">And cramped with selfish land-marks -everywhere,</span><br /> +everywhere,</span><br > <span class="i0">When all before him stretches, furrowless and -lone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The unmapped prairie none can fence or own?</span><br /> +lone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The unmapped prairie none can fence or own?</span><br > <span class="i02">What man would read and read the selfsame -faces,</span><br /> +faces,</span><br > <span class="i4">And, like the marbles which the windmill -grinds,</span><br /> +grinds,</span><br > <span class="i4">Rub smooth forever with the same smooth -minds,</span><br /> +minds,</span><br > <span class="i0">This year retracing last year's, every year's, dull -traces,</span><br /> +traces,</span><br > <span class="i2">When there are woods and un-man-stifled -places?</span><br /> +places?</span><br > <span class="i02">What man o'er one old thought would pore and -pore,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Shut like a book between its covers thin</span><br /> -<span class="i4">For every fool to leave his dog's-ears in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When solitude is his, and God for evermore,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Just for the opening of a paltry door?</span><br /> - -<span class="i02">What man would watch life's oozy element</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Creep Letheward forever, when he might</span><br /> +pore,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Shut like a book between its covers thin</span><br > +<span class="i4">For every fool to leave his dog's-ears in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When solitude is his, and God for evermore,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Just for the opening of a paltry door?</span><br > + +<span class="i02">What man would watch life's oozy element</span><br > +<span class="i4">Creep Letheward forever, when he might</span><br > <span class="i4">Down some great river drift beyond men's -sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To where the undethronèd forest's royal tent</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Broods with its hush o'er half a continent?</span><br /> +sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To where the undethronèd forest's royal tent</span><br > +<span class="i2">Broods with its hush o'er half a continent?</span><br > -<span class="i02">What man with men would push and altercate,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Piecing out crooked means for crooked ends,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">What man with men would push and altercate,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Piecing out crooked means for crooked ends,</span><br > <span class="i4">When he can have the skies and woods for -friends,</span><br /> +friends,</span><br > <span class="i0">Snatch back the rudder of his undismantled -fate,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And in himself be ruler, church, and state?</span><br /> +fate,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And in himself be ruler, church, and state?</span><br > <span class="i02">Cast leaves and feathers rot in last year's -nest,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The wingèd brood, flown thence, new dwellings -plan;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The serf of his own Past is not a man;</span><br /> +nest,</span><br > +<span class="i4">The wingèd brood, flown thence, new dwellings +plan;</span><br > +<span class="i4">The serf of his own Past is not a man;</span><br > <span class="i0">To change and change is life, to move and never -rest;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Not what we are, but what we hope, is best.</span><br /> +rest;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Not what we are, but what we hope, is best.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 248]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 248]</span><br > <span class="i02">The wild, free woods make no man halt or -blind;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Cities rob men of eyes and hands and feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Patching one whole of many incomplete;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The general preys upon the individual mind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And each alone is helpless as the wind.</span><br /> +blind;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Cities rob men of eyes and hands and feet,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Patching one whole of many incomplete;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The general preys upon the individual mind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And each alone is helpless as the wind.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Each man is some man's servant; every soul</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Each man is some man's servant; every soul</span><br > <span class="i4">Is by some other's presence quite discrowned;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i4">Each owes the next through all the imperfect -round,</span><br /> +round,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet not with mutual help; each man is his own -goal,</span><br /> +goal,</span><br > <span class="i2">And the whole earth must stop to pay his -toll.</span><br /> +toll.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Here, life the undiminished man demands;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">New faculties stretch out to meet new wants;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">What Nature asks, that Nature also grants;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Here, life the undiminished man demands;</span><br > +<span class="i4">New faculties stretch out to meet new wants;</span><br > +<span class="i4">What Nature asks, that Nature also grants;</span><br > <span class="i0">Here man is lord, not drudge, of eyes and feet and -hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And to his life is knit with hourly bands.</span><br /> +hands,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And to his life is knit with hourly bands.</span><br > <span class="i02">Come out, then, from the old thoughts and old -ways,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Before you harden to a crystal cold</span><br /> +ways,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Before you harden to a crystal cold</span><br > <span class="i4">Which the new life can shatter, but not -mould;</span><br /> +mould;</span><br > <span class="i0">Freedom for you still waits, still, looking backward, -stays,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But widens still the irretrievable space.</span><br /> +stays,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But widens still the irretrievable space.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Longing" id="Longing"></a></p> +<p><a id="Longing"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>LONGING.</h4> -<span class="i00">Of all the myriad moods of mind</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That through the soul come thronging,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So beautiful as Longing?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The thing we long for, that we are</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For one transcendent moment,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before the Present poor and bare</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Can make its sneering comment.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Still, through our paltry stir and strife,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Glows down the wished Ideal,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Longing moulds in clay what Life</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Carves in the marble Real;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To let the new life in, we know,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Desire must ope the portal;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Perhaps the longing to be so</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Helps make the soul immortal.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 249]</span><br /> -<span class="i00">Longing is God's fresh heavenward will</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With our poor earthward striving;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We quench it that we may be still</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Content with merely living;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, would we learn that heart's full scope</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which we are hourly wronging,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our lives must climb from hope to hope</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And realize our longing.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ah! let us hope that to our praise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Good God not only reckons</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The moments when we tread his ways,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But when the spirit beckons,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That some slight good is also wrought</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beyond self-satisfaction,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When we are simply good in thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Howe'er we fail in action.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Of all the myriad moods of mind</span><br > +<span class="i2">That through the soul come thronging,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which one was e'er so dear, so kind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">So beautiful as Longing?</span><br > +<span class="i0">The thing we long for, that we are</span><br > +<span class="i2">For one transcendent moment,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before the Present poor and bare</span><br > +<span class="i2">Can make its sneering comment.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Still, through our paltry stir and strife,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Glows down the wished Ideal,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Longing moulds in clay what Life</span><br > +<span class="i2">Carves in the marble Real;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To let the new life in, we know,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Desire must ope the portal;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Perhaps the longing to be so</span><br > +<span class="i2">Helps make the soul immortal.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 249]</span><br > +<span class="i00">Longing is God's fresh heavenward will</span><br > +<span class="i2">With our poor earthward striving;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We quench it that we may be still</span><br > +<span class="i2">Content with merely living;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, would we learn that heart's full scope</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which we are hourly wronging,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our lives must climb from hope to hope</span><br > +<span class="i2">And realize our longing.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ah! let us hope that to our praise</span><br > +<span class="i2">Good God not only reckons</span><br > +<span class="i0">The moments when we tread his ways,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But when the spirit beckons,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">That some slight good is also wrought</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beyond self-satisfaction,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When we are simply good in thought,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Howe'er we fail in action.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="France" id="France"></a></p> +<p><a id="France"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ODE TO FRANCE.</h4> @@ -14705,352 +14686,352 @@ stays,</span><br /> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">As, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches</span><br > <span class="i2">Build up their imminent crags of noiseless -snow,</span><br /> +snow,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin -launches</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the blind havoc leaps unwarned below,</span><br /> +launches</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the blind havoc leaps unwarned below,</span><br > <span class="i0">So grew and gathered through the silent years</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">The madness of a People, wrong by wrong.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">The madness of a People, wrong by wrong.</span><br > <span class="i0">There seemed no strength in the dumb toiler's -tears,—</span><br /> +tears,—</span><br > <span class="i2">No strength in suffering;—but the Past was -strong:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The brute despair of trampled centuries</span><br /> +strong:</span><br > +<span class="i0">The brute despair of trampled centuries</span><br > <span class="i2">Leaped up with one hoarse yell and snapped its -bands,</span><br /> +bands,</span><br > <span class="i2">Groped for its right with horny, callous -hands,</span><br /> +hands,</span><br > <span class="i0">And stared around for God with bloodshot -eyes.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">What wonder if those palms were all too hard</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For nice distinctions,—if that mænad -throng—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They whose thick atmosphere no bard</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had shivered with the lightning of his song,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Brutes with the memories and desires of men,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose chronicles were writ with iron pen,</span><br /> +eyes.</span><br > +<span class="i2">What wonder if those palms were all too hard</span><br > +<span class="i0">For nice distinctions,—if that mænad +throng—</span><br > +<span class="i2">They whose thick atmosphere no bard</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had shivered with the lightning of his song,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Brutes with the memories and desires of men,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose chronicles were writ with iron pen,</span><br > <span class="i4">In the crooked shoulder and the forehead -low—</span><br /> +low—</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 250]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 250]</span><br > -<span class="i6">Set wrong to balance wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And physicked woe with woe?</span><br /> +<span class="i6">Set wrong to balance wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i6">And physicked woe with woe?</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> <span class="i00">They did as they were taught; not theirs the -blame,</span><br /> +blame,</span><br > <span class="i0">If men who scattered firebrands reaped the -flame:</span><br /> +flame:</span><br > <span class="i2">They trampled Peace beneath their savage -feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And by her golden tresses drew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Mercy along the pavement of the street.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, Freedom! Freedom! is thy morning-dew</span><br /> -<span class="i4">So gory red? Alas, thy light had ne'er</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Shone in upon the chaos of their lair!</span><br /> +feet,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And by her golden tresses drew</span><br > +<span class="i2">Mercy along the pavement of the street.</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, Freedom! Freedom! is thy morning-dew</span><br > +<span class="i4">So gory red? Alas, thy light had ne'er</span><br > +<span class="i4">Shone in upon the chaos of their lair!</span><br > <span class="i0">They reared to thee such symbol as they knew,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">And worshipped it with flame and blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A Vengeance, axe in hand, that stood</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">And worshipped it with flame and blood,</span><br > +<span class="i4">A Vengeance, axe in hand, that stood</span><br > <span class="i0">Holding a tyrant's head up by the clotted -hair.</span><br /> +hair.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> <span class="i00">What wrongs the Oppressor suffered, these we -know;</span><br /> +know;</span><br > <span class="i2">These have found piteous voice in song and -prose;</span><br /> +prose;</span><br > <span class="i0">But for the Oppressed, their darkness and their -woe,</span><br /> +woe,</span><br > <span class="i2">Their grinding centuries,—what Muse had -those?</span><br /> +those?</span><br > <span class="i0">Though hall and palace had nor eyes nor ears,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Hardening a people's heart to senseless -stone,</span><br /> +stone,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou knowest them, O Earth, that drank their -tears,</span><br /> +tears,</span><br > <span class="i2">O Heaven, that heard their inarticulate moan!</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">They noted down their fetters, link by link;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">They noted down their fetters, link by link;</span><br > <span class="i0">Coarse was the hand that scrawled, and red the -ink;</span><br /> +ink;</span><br > <span class="i2">Rude was their score, as suits unlettered -men,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Notched with a headman's axe upon a block:</span><br /> +men,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Notched with a headman's axe upon a block:</span><br > <span class="i0">What marvel if, when came the avenging shock,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">'Twas Ate, not Urania, held the pen?</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">'Twas Ate, not Urania, held the pen?</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">With eye averted and an anguished frown,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">With eye averted and an anguished frown,</span><br > <span class="i2">Loathingly glides the Muse through scenes of -strife,</span><br /> +strife,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where, like the heart of Vengeance up and -down,</span><br /> +down,</span><br > <span class="i2">Throbs in its framework the blood-muffled -knife;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slow are the steps of Freedom, but her feet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Turn never backward: hers no bloody glare;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her light is calm, and innocent, and sweet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And where it enters there is no despair:</span><br /> +knife;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slow are the steps of Freedom, but her feet</span><br > +<span class="i2">Turn never backward: hers no bloody glare;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her light is calm, and innocent, and sweet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And where it enters there is no despair:</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 251]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 251]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Not first on palace and cathedral spire</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Quivers and gleams that unconsuming fire;</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Not first on palace and cathedral spire</span><br > +<span class="i0">Quivers and gleams that unconsuming fire;</span><br > <span class="i2">While these stand black against her morning -skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The peasant sees it leap from peak to peak</span><br /> +skies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The peasant sees it leap from peak to peak</span><br > <span class="i2">Along his hills; the craftsman's burning eyes</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Own with cool tears its influence -mother-meek;</span><br /> +mother-meek;</span><br > <span class="i2">It lights the poet's heart up like a -star;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ah! while the tyrant deemed it still afar,</span><br /> +star;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ah! while the tyrant deemed it still afar,</span><br > <span class="i0">And twined with golden threads his futile -snare,</span><br /> +snare,</span><br > <span class="i2">That swift, convicting glow all round him -ran;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">'Twas close beside him there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sunrise whose Memnon is the soul of man.</span><br /> +ran;</span><br > +<span class="i4">'Twas close beside him there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sunrise whose Memnon is the soul of man.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i00">O Broker-King, is this thy wisdom's fruit?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A dynasty plucked out as 't were a weed</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O Broker-King, is this thy wisdom's fruit?</span><br > +<span class="i2">A dynasty plucked out as 't were a weed</span><br > <span class="i2">Grown rankly in a night, that leaves no seed!</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Could eighteen years strike down no deeper -root?</span><br /> +root?</span><br > <span class="i2">But now thy vulture eye was turned on -Spain,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A shout from Paris, and thy crown falls off,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy race has ceased to reign,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thou become a fugitive and scoff:</span><br /> +Spain,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A shout from Paris, and thy crown falls off,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy race has ceased to reign,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thou become a fugitive and scoff:</span><br > <span class="i2">Slippery the feet that mount by stairs of -gold,</span><br /> +gold,</span><br > <span class="i0">And weakest of all fences one of -steel;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Go and keep school again like him of old,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Syracusan tyrant;—thou mayst feel</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Royal amid a birch-swayed commonweal!</span><br /> +steel;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Go and keep school again like him of old,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Syracusan tyrant;—thou mayst feel</span><br > +<span class="i0">Royal amid a birch-swayed commonweal!</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Not long can he be ruler who allows</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His time to run before him; thou wast naught</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Soon as the strip of gold about thy brows</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Was no more emblem of the People's thought:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Vain were thy bayonets against the foe</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou hadst to cope with; thou didst wage</span><br /> -<span class="i0">War not with Frenchmen merely;—no,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy strife was with the Spirit of the Age,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Not long can he be ruler who allows</span><br > +<span class="i2">His time to run before him; thou wast naught</span><br > +<span class="i0">Soon as the strip of gold about thy brows</span><br > +<span class="i2">Was no more emblem of the People's thought:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Vain were thy bayonets against the foe</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou hadst to cope with; thou didst wage</span><br > +<span class="i0">War not with Frenchmen merely;—no,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy strife was with the Spirit of the Age,</span><br > <span class="i0">The invisible Spirit whose first breath -divine</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Scattered thy frail endeavor,</span><br /> +divine</span><br > +<span class="i4">Scattered thy frail endeavor,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, like poor last year's leaves, whirled thee and -thine</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Into the Dark forever!</span><br /> +thine</span><br > +<span class="i6">Into the Dark forever!</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 252]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 252]</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i02">Is here no triumph? Nay, what though</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Is here no triumph? Nay, what though</span><br > <span class="i0">The yellow blood of Trade meanwhile should -pour</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Along its arteries a shrunken flow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the idle canvas droop around the shore?</span><br /> -<span class="i6">These do not make a state,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Nor keep it great;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">I think God made</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The earth for man, not trade;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And where each humblest human creature</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Can stand, no more suspicious or afraid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Erect and kingly in his right of nature,</span><br /> +pour</span><br > +<span class="i2">Along its arteries a shrunken flow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the idle canvas droop around the shore?</span><br > +<span class="i6">These do not make a state,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Nor keep it great;</span><br > +<span class="i6">I think God made</span><br > +<span class="i4">The earth for man, not trade;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And where each humblest human creature</span><br > +<span class="i2">Can stand, no more suspicious or afraid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Erect and kingly in his right of nature,</span><br > <span class="i0">To heaven and earth knit with harmonious -ties,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Where I behold the exultation</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of manhood glowing in those eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i4">That had been dark for ages,—</span><br /> +ties,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Where I behold the exultation</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of manhood glowing in those eyes</span><br > +<span class="i4">That had been dark for ages,—</span><br > <span class="i4">Or only lit with bestial loves and -rages—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">There I behold a Nation:</span><br /> -<span class="i6">The France which lies</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Between the Pyrenees and Rhine</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Is the least part of France;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I see her rather in the soul whose shine</span><br /> +rages—</span><br > +<span class="i2">There I behold a Nation:</span><br > +<span class="i6">The France which lies</span><br > +<span class="i4">Between the Pyrenees and Rhine</span><br > +<span class="i6">Is the least part of France;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I see her rather in the soul whose shine</span><br > <span class="i0">Burns through the craftsman's grimy -countenance,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the new energy divine</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of Toil's enfranchised glance.</span><br /> +countenance,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the new energy divine</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of Toil's enfranchised glance.</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> -<span class="i04">And if it be a dream,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">If the great Future be the little Past</span><br /> +<span class="i04">And if it be a dream,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">If the great Future be the little Past</span><br > <span class="i2b">'Neath a new mask, which drops and shows at -last</span><br /> +last</span><br > <span class="i2">The same weird, mocking face to balk and -blast,—</span><br /> +blast,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet, Muse, a gladder measure suits the theme,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">And the Tyrtæan harp</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Loves notes more resolute and sharp,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">And the Tyrtæan harp</span><br > +<span class="i4">Loves notes more resolute and sharp,</span><br > <span class="i0">Throbbing, as throbs the bosom, hot and fast:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">Such visions are of morning,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Theirs is no vague forewarning,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dreams which nations dream come true,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">And shape the world anew;</span><br /> -<span class="i8">If this be a sleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i8">Make it long, make it deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O Father, who sendest the harvests men reap!</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 253]</span><br /> - -<span class="i6">While Labor so sleepeth</span><br /> -<span class="i6">His sorrow is gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">No longer he weepeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">But smileth and steepeth</span><br /> -<span class="i6">His thoughts in the dawn;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">He heareth Hope yonder</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Rain, lark-like, her fancies,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">His dreaming hands wander</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Mid heart's-ease and pansies;</span><br /> -<span class="i4a">"'Tis a dream! 'Tis a vision!"</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Shrieks Mammon aghast;</span><br /> -<span class="i4a">"The day's broad derision</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Will chase it at last;</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Ye are mad, ye have taken,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A slumbering kraken</span><br /> -<span class="i6">For firm land of the Past!"</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Ah! if he awaken,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">God shield us all then,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">If this dream rudely shaken</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Shall cheat him again!</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">Such visions are of morning,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Theirs is no vague forewarning,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dreams which nations dream come true,</span><br > +<span class="i6">And shape the world anew;</span><br > +<span class="i8">If this be a sleep,</span><br > +<span class="i8">Make it long, make it deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O Father, who sendest the harvests men reap!</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 253]</span><br > + +<span class="i6">While Labor so sleepeth</span><br > +<span class="i6">His sorrow is gone,</span><br > +<span class="i4">No longer he weepeth,</span><br > +<span class="i4">But smileth and steepeth</span><br > +<span class="i6">His thoughts in the dawn;</span><br > +<span class="i4">He heareth Hope yonder</span><br > +<span class="i6">Rain, lark-like, her fancies,</span><br > +<span class="i4">His dreaming hands wander</span><br > +<span class="i6">Mid heart's-ease and pansies;</span><br > +<span class="i4a">"'Tis a dream! 'Tis a vision!"</span><br > +<span class="i6">Shrieks Mammon aghast;</span><br > +<span class="i4a">"The day's broad derision</span><br > +<span class="i6">Will chase it at last;</span><br > +<span class="i4">Ye are mad, ye have taken,</span><br > +<span class="i4">A slumbering kraken</span><br > +<span class="i6">For firm land of the Past!"</span><br > +<span class="i4">Ah! if he awaken,</span><br > +<span class="i6">God shield us all then,</span><br > +<span class="i4">If this dream rudely shaken</span><br > +<span class="i6">Shall cheat him again!</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i02">Since first I heard our North wind blow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Since first I saw Atlantic throw</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On our fierce rocks his thunderous snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I loved thee, Freedom; as a boy</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rattle of thy shield at Marathon</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Did with a Grecian joy</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Through all my pulses run;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I have learned to love thee now</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Without the helm upon thy gleaming brow,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">A maiden mild and undefiled</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Since first I heard our North wind blow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Since first I saw Atlantic throw</span><br > +<span class="i2">On our fierce rocks his thunderous snow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I loved thee, Freedom; as a boy</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rattle of thy shield at Marathon</span><br > +<span class="i4">Did with a Grecian joy</span><br > +<span class="i4">Through all my pulses run;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I have learned to love thee now</span><br > +<span class="i0">Without the helm upon thy gleaming brow,</span><br > +<span class="i4">A maiden mild and undefiled</span><br > <span class="i0">Like her who bore the world's redeeming -child;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And surely never did thy altars glance</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With purer fires than now in France;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">While, in their bright white flashes,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Wrong's shadow, backward cast,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Waves cowering o'er the ashes</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Of the dead, blaspheming Past,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O'er the shapes of fallen giants,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">His own unburied brood,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose dead hands clench defiance</span><br /> -<span class="i4">At the overpowering Good:</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 254]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">And down the happy future runs a flood</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of prophesying light;</span><br /> +child;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And surely never did thy altars glance</span><br > +<span class="i2">With purer fires than now in France;</span><br > +<span class="i2">While, in their bright white flashes,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Wrong's shadow, backward cast,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Waves cowering o'er the ashes</span><br > +<span class="i4">Of the dead, blaspheming Past,</span><br > +<span class="i2">O'er the shapes of fallen giants,</span><br > +<span class="i4">His own unburied brood,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose dead hands clench defiance</span><br > +<span class="i4">At the overpowering Good:</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 254]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">And down the happy future runs a flood</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of prophesying light;</span><br > <span class="i0">It shows an Earth no longer stained with -blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Blossom and fruit where now we see the bud</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of Brotherhood and Right.</span><br /> +blood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Blossom and fruit where now we see the bud</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of Brotherhood and Right.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Parable2" id="Parable2"></a></p> +<p><a id="Parable2"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>A PARABLE.</h4> -<span class="i00">Said Christ our Lord, "I will go and see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How the men, my brethren, believe in me."</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Said Christ our Lord, "I will go and see</span><br > +<span class="i0">How the men, my brethren, believe in me."</span><br > <span class="i0">He passed not again through the gate of -birth,</span><br /> +birth,</span><br > <span class="i0">But made himself known to the children of -earth.</span><br /> +earth.</span><br > <span class="i00">Then said the chief priests, and rulers, and -kings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Behold, now, the Giver of all good things;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go to, let us welcome with pomp and state</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Him who alone is mighty and great."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">With carpets of gold the ground they spread</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherever the Son of Man should tread,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in palace-chambers lofty and rare</span><br /> +kings,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Behold, now, the Giver of all good things;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go to, let us welcome with pomp and state</span><br > +<span class="i0">Him who alone is mighty and great."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">With carpets of gold the ground they spread</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherever the Son of Man should tread,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in palace-chambers lofty and rare</span><br > <span class="i0">They lodged him, and served him with kingly -fare.</span><br /> +fare.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Great organs surged through arches dim</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their jubilant floods in praise of him,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in church and palace, and judgment-hall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He saw his image high over all.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Great organs surged through arches dim</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their jubilant floods in praise of him,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in church and palace, and judgment-hall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He saw his image high over all.</span><br > -<span class="i00">But still, wherever his steps they led,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Lord in sorrow bent down his head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And from under the heavy foundation-stones,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The son of Mary heard bitter groans.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">But still, wherever his steps they led,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Lord in sorrow bent down his head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And from under the heavy foundation-stones,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The son of Mary heard bitter groans.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And in church and palace, and judgment-hall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He marked great fissures that rent the wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And opened wider and yet more wide</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the living foundation heaved and sighed.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And in church and palace, and judgment-hall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He marked great fissures that rent the wall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And opened wider and yet more wide</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the living foundation heaved and sighed.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"Have ye founded your thrones and altars, -then,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On the bodies and souls of living men?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And think ye that building shall endure,</span><br /> +then,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On the bodies and souls of living men?</span><br > +<span class="i0">And think ye that building shall endure,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which shelters the noble and crushes the -poor?</span><br /> +poor?</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 255]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 255]</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"With gates of silver and bars of gold,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"With gates of silver and bars of gold,</span><br > <span class="i0">Ye have fenced my sheep from their Father's -fold:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I have heard the dropping of their tears</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In heaven, these eighteen hundred years."</span><br /> +fold:</span><br > +<span class="i0">I have heard the dropping of their tears</span><br > +<span class="i0">In heaven, these eighteen hundred years."</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We build but as our fathers built;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behold thine images, how they stand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sovereign and sole, through all our land.</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"O Lord and Master, not ours the guilt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We build but as our fathers built;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behold thine images, how they stand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sovereign and sole, through all our land.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"Our task is hard,—with sword and -flame</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hold thy earth forever the same,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with sharp crooks of steel to keep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still, as thou leftest them, thy sheep."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Then Christ sought out an artisan,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A low-browed, stunted, haggard man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And a motherless girl, whose fingers thin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pushed from her faintly want and sin.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">These set he in the midst of them,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And as they drew back their garment-hem,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For fear of defilement, "Lo, here," said he,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"The images ye have made of me!"</span><br /> +flame</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hold thy earth forever the same,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with sharp crooks of steel to keep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still, as thou leftest them, thy sheep."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Then Christ sought out an artisan,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A low-browed, stunted, haggard man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And a motherless girl, whose fingers thin</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pushed from her faintly want and sin.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">These set he in the midst of them,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And as they drew back their garment-hem,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For fear of defilement, "Lo, here," said he,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"The images ye have made of me!"</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Ode2" id="Ode2"></a></p> +<p><a id="Ode2"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ODE</h4> @@ -15059,69 +15040,69 @@ flame</span><br /> COCHITUATE WATER INTO THE CITY OF BOSTON.</h4> -<span class="i00">My name is Water: I have sped</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through strange, dark ways, untried before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By pure desire of friendship led,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cochituate's ambassador;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sends four royal gifts by me:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Long life, health, peace, and purity.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I'm Ceres' cup-bearer; I pour,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For flowers and fruits and all their kin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her crystal vintage, from of yore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Stored in old Earth's selectest bin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flora's Falernian ripe, since God</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The wine-press of the deluge trod.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 256]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">In that far isle whence, iron-willed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The New World's sires their bark unmoored,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The fairies' acorn-cups I filled</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Upon the toadstool's silver board,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">My name is Water: I have sped</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through strange, dark ways, untried before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By pure desire of friendship led,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cochituate's ambassador;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sends four royal gifts by me:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Long life, health, peace, and purity.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I'm Ceres' cup-bearer; I pour,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For flowers and fruits and all their kin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her crystal vintage, from of yore</span><br > +<span class="i2">Stored in old Earth's selectest bin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flora's Falernian ripe, since God</span><br > +<span class="i0">The wine-press of the deluge trod.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 256]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">In that far isle whence, iron-willed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The New World's sires their bark unmoored,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The fairies' acorn-cups I filled</span><br > +<span class="i2">Upon the toadstool's silver board,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, 'neath Herne's oak, for Shakspeare's -sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strewed moss and grass with diamonds bright.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">No fairies in the Mayflower came,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, lightsome as I sparkle here,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For Mother Bay-State, busy dame,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I've toiled and drudged this many a year,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Throbbed in her engines' iron veins,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Twirled myriad spindles for her gains.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I, too, can weave; the warp I set</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through which the sun his shuttle throws,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, bright as Noah saw it, yet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For you the arching rainbow glows,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A sight in Paradise denied</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To unfallen Adam and his bride.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">When Winter held me in his grip,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You seized and sent me o'er the wave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ungrateful! in a prison-ship;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But I forgive, not long a slave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, soon as summer south-winds blew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Homeward I fled, disguised as dew.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">For countless services I'm fit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of use, of pleasure, and of gain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But lightly from all bonds I flit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor lose my mirth, nor feel a stain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From mill and wash-tub I escape,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And take in heaven my proper shape.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So, free myself, to-day, elate</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I come from far o'er hill and mead,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And here, Cochituate's envoy, wait</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To be your blithesome Ganymede,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And brim your cups with nectar true</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That never will make slaves of you.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 257]</span><br /> +sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strewed moss and grass with diamonds bright.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">No fairies in the Mayflower came,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, lightsome as I sparkle here,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For Mother Bay-State, busy dame,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I've toiled and drudged this many a year,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Throbbed in her engines' iron veins,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Twirled myriad spindles for her gains.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I, too, can weave; the warp I set</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through which the sun his shuttle throws,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, bright as Noah saw it, yet</span><br > +<span class="i2">For you the arching rainbow glows,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A sight in Paradise denied</span><br > +<span class="i0">To unfallen Adam and his bride.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">When Winter held me in his grip,</span><br > +<span class="i2">You seized and sent me o'er the wave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ungrateful! in a prison-ship;</span><br > +<span class="i2">But I forgive, not long a slave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, soon as summer south-winds blew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Homeward I fled, disguised as dew.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">For countless services I'm fit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of use, of pleasure, and of gain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But lightly from all bonds I flit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor lose my mirth, nor feel a stain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">From mill and wash-tub I escape,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And take in heaven my proper shape.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So, free myself, to-day, elate</span><br > +<span class="i2">I come from far o'er hill and mead,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And here, Cochituate's envoy, wait</span><br > +<span class="i2">To be your blithesome Ganymede,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And brim your cups with nectar true</span><br > +<span class="i0">That never will make slaves of you.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 257]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Lines" id="Lines"></a></p> +<p><a id="Lines"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>LINES</h4> @@ -15129,871 +15110,871 @@ sight,</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">SUGGESTED BY THE GRAVES OF TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD BATTLE-GROUND.</h4> -<span class="i00">The same good blood that now refills</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dotard Orient's shrunken veins,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The same whose vigor westward thrills,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bursting Nevada's silver chains,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Poured here upon the April grass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Freckled with red the herbage new;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On reeled the battle's trampling mass,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Back to the ash the bluebird new.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Poured here in vain;—that sturdy blood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was meant to make the earth more green,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But in a higher, gentler mood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than broke this April noon serene;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Two graves are here; to mark the place,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At head and foot, an unhewn stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er which the herald lichens trace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The blazon of Oblivion.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">These men were brave enough, and true</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the hired soldier's bull-dog creed;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What brought them here they never knew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They fought as suits the English breed;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They came three thousand miles, and died,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To keep the Past upon its throne;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unheard, beyond the ocean tide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their English mother made her moan.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The turf that covers them no thrill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sends up to fire the heart and brain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No stronger purpose nerves the will,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No hope renews its youth again:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From farm to farm the Concord glides,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And trails my fancy with its flow;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'erhead the balanced henhawk slides,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Twinned in the river's heaven below.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But go, whose Bay-State bosom stirs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Proud of thy birth and neighbor's right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where sleep the heroic villagers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Borne red and stiff from Concord fight;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 258]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thought Reuben, snatching down his gun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or Seth, as ebbed the life away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What earthquake rifts would shoot and run</span><br /> -<span class="i0">World-wide from that short April fray?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">What then? With heart and hand they wrought</span><br /> -<span class="i0">According to their village light;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Twas for the Future that they fought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their rustic faith in what was right.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon earth's tragic stage they burst</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unsummoned, in the humble sock;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Theirs the fifth act; the curtain first</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rose long ago on Charles's block.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Their graves have voices; if they threw</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dice charged with fates beyond their ken,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet to their instincts they were true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And had the genius to be men.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fine privilege of Freedom's host,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of even foot-soldiers for the Right!—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For centuries dead, ye are not lost,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your graves send courage forth, and might.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The same good blood that now refills</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dotard Orient's shrunken veins,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The same whose vigor westward thrills,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bursting Nevada's silver chains,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Poured here upon the April grass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Freckled with red the herbage new;</span><br > +<span class="i0">On reeled the battle's trampling mass,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Back to the ash the bluebird new.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Poured here in vain;—that sturdy blood</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was meant to make the earth more green,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But in a higher, gentler mood</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than broke this April noon serene;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Two graves are here; to mark the place,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At head and foot, an unhewn stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er which the herald lichens trace</span><br > +<span class="i0">The blazon of Oblivion.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">These men were brave enough, and true</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the hired soldier's bull-dog creed;</span><br > +<span class="i0">What brought them here they never knew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They fought as suits the English breed;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They came three thousand miles, and died,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To keep the Past upon its throne;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unheard, beyond the ocean tide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their English mother made her moan.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The turf that covers them no thrill</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sends up to fire the heart and brain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No stronger purpose nerves the will,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No hope renews its youth again:</span><br > +<span class="i0">From farm to farm the Concord glides,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And trails my fancy with its flow;</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'erhead the balanced henhawk slides,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Twinned in the river's heaven below.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But go, whose Bay-State bosom stirs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Proud of thy birth and neighbor's right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where sleep the heroic villagers</span><br > +<span class="i0">Borne red and stiff from Concord fight;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 258]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thought Reuben, snatching down his gun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or Seth, as ebbed the life away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">What earthquake rifts would shoot and run</span><br > +<span class="i0">World-wide from that short April fray?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">What then? With heart and hand they wrought</span><br > +<span class="i0">According to their village light;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Twas for the Future that they fought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their rustic faith in what was right.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon earth's tragic stage they burst</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unsummoned, in the humble sock;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Theirs the fifth act; the curtain first</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rose long ago on Charles's block.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Their graves have voices; if they threw</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dice charged with fates beyond their ken,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet to their instincts they were true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And had the genius to be men.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fine privilege of Freedom's host,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of even foot-soldiers for the Right!—</span><br > +<span class="i0">For centuries dead, ye are not lost,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your graves send courage forth, and might.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="To" id="To"></a></p> +<p><a id="To"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO ——.</h4> -<span class="i00">We, too, have autumns, when our leaves</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Drop loosely through the dampened air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When all our good seems bound in sheaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And we stand reaped and bare.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">We, too, have autumns, when our leaves</span><br > +<span class="i2">Drop loosely through the dampened air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When all our good seems bound in sheaves,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And we stand reaped and bare.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Our seasons have no fixed returns,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Without our will they come and go;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At noon our sudden summer burns,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ere sunset all is snow.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Our seasons have no fixed returns,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Without our will they come and go;</span><br > +<span class="i0">At noon our sudden summer burns,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ere sunset all is snow.</span><br > -<span class="i00">But each day brings less summer cheer,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Crimps more our ineffectual spring,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And something earlier every year</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Our singing birds take wing.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">But each day brings less summer cheer,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Crimps more our ineffectual spring,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And something earlier every year</span><br > +<span class="i2">Our singing birds take wing.</span><br > -<span class="i00">As less the olden glow abides,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And less the chillier heart aspires,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With drift-wood beached in past spring-tides</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We light our sullen fires.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As less the olden glow abides,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And less the chillier heart aspires,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With drift-wood beached in past spring-tides</span><br > +<span class="i2">We light our sullen fires.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 259]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 259]</span><br > -<span class="i00">By the pinched rushlight's starving beam</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We cower and strain our wasted sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To stitch youth's shroud up, seam by seam,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the long arctic night.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">By the pinched rushlight's starving beam</span><br > +<span class="i2">We cower and strain our wasted sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To stitch youth's shroud up, seam by seam,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the long arctic night.</span><br > <span class="i00">It was not so—we once were young—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">When Spring, to womanly Summer turning,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her dew-drops on each grass-blade strung,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the red sunrise burning.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">We trusted then, aspired, believed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That earth could be remade to-morrow;—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ah, why be ever undeceived?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Why give up faith for sorrow?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O thou, whose days are yet all spring,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Experience is a dumb, dead thing;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The victory's in believing.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">When Spring, to womanly Summer turning,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her dew-drops on each grass-blade strung,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the red sunrise burning.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">We trusted then, aspired, believed</span><br > +<span class="i2">That earth could be remade to-morrow;—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ah, why be ever undeceived?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Why give up faith for sorrow?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O thou, whose days are yet all spring,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Experience is a dumb, dead thing;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The victory's in believing.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Freedom" id="Freedom"></a></p> +<p><a id="Freedom"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>FREEDOM.</h4> -<span class="i00">Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Are we, then, wholly fallen? Can it be</span><br > <span class="i0">That thou, North wind, that from thy mountains -bringest</span><br /> +bringest</span><br > <span class="i0">Their spirit to our plains, and thou, blue -sea,</span><br /> +sea,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who on our rocks thy wreaths of freedom -flingest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As on an altar,—can it be that ye</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have wasted inspiration on dead ears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dulled with the too familiar clank of chains?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The people's heart is like a harp for years</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hung where some petrifying torrent rains</span><br /> +flingest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As on an altar,—can it be that ye</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have wasted inspiration on dead ears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dulled with the too familiar clank of chains?</span><br > +<span class="i0">The people's heart is like a harp for years</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hung where some petrifying torrent rains</span><br > <span class="i0">Its slow-incrusting spray: the stiffened -chords</span><br /> +chords</span><br > <span class="i0">Faint and more faint make answer to the tears</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">That drip upon them: idle are all words;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only a silver plectrum wakes the tone</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">That drip upon them: idle are all words;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only a silver plectrum wakes the tone</span><br > <span class="i0">Deep buried 'neath that ever-thickening -stone.</span><br /> +stone.</span><br > -<span class="i00">We are not free: Freedom doth not consist</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In musing with our faces toward the Past,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">We are not free: Freedom doth not consist</span><br > +<span class="i0">In musing with our faces toward the Past,</span><br > <span class="i0">While petty cares, and crawling interests, -twist</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their spider-threads about us, which at last</span><br /> +twist</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their spider-threads about us, which at last</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 260]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 260]</span><br > <span class="i0">Grow strong as iron chains, to cramp and bind</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">In formal narrowness heart, soul, and mind.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Freedom is recreated year by year,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In hearts wide open on the Godward side,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">In formal narrowness heart, soul, and mind.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Freedom is recreated year by year,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In hearts wide open on the Godward side,</span><br > <span class="i0">In souls calm-cadenced as the whirling -sphere,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In minds that sway the future like a tide.</span><br /> +sphere,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In minds that sway the future like a tide.</span><br > <span class="i0">No broadest creeds can hold her, and no -codes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She chooses men for her august abodes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Building them fair and fronting to the dawn;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet, when we seek her, we but find a few</span><br /> +codes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She chooses men for her august abodes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Building them fair and fronting to the dawn;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet, when we seek her, we but find a few</span><br > <span class="i0">Light footprints, leading morn-ward through the -dew;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before the day had risen, she was gone.</span><br /> +dew;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before the day had risen, she was gone.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And we must follow: swiftly runs she on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, if our steps should slacken in despair,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And we must follow: swiftly runs she on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, if our steps should slacken in despair,</span><br > <span class="i0">Half turns her face, half smiles through golden -hair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Forever yielding, never wholly won:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That is not love which pauses in the race</span><br /> +hair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Forever yielding, never wholly won:</span><br > +<span class="i0">That is not love which pauses in the race</span><br > <span class="i0">Two close-linked names on fleeting sand to -trace;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Freedom gained yesterday is no more ours;</span><br /> +trace;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Freedom gained yesterday is no more ours;</span><br > <span class="i0">Men gather but dry seeds of last year's -flowers:</span><br /> +flowers:</span><br > <span class="i0">Still there's a charm ungranted, still a -grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still rosy Hope, the free, the unattained,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Makes us Possession's languid hand let fall;</span><br /> +grace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still rosy Hope, the free, the unattained,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Makes us Possession's languid hand let fall;</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Tis but a fragment of ourselves is -gained,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Future brings us more, but never all.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And, as the finder of some unknown realm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mounting a summit whence he thinks to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On either side of him the imprisoning sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beholds, above the clouds that overwhelm</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The valley-land, peak after snowy peak</span><br /> +gained,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Future brings us more, but never all.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And, as the finder of some unknown realm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mounting a summit whence he thinks to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">On either side of him the imprisoning sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beholds, above the clouds that overwhelm</span><br > +<span class="i0">The valley-land, peak after snowy peak</span><br > <span class="i0">Stretch out of sight, each like a silver helm</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Beneath its plume of smoke, sublime and -bleak,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And what he thought an island finds to be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A continent to him first oped,—so we</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can from our height of Freedom look along</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A boundless future, ours if we be strong;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or if we shrink, better remount our ships</span><br /> +bleak,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And what he thought an island finds to be</span><br > +<span class="i0">A continent to him first oped,—so we</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can from our height of Freedom look along</span><br > +<span class="i0">A boundless future, ours if we be strong;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or if we shrink, better remount our ships</span><br > <span class="i0">And, fleeing God's express design, trace back</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The hero-freighted Mayflower's prophet-track</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To Europe, entering her blood-red eclipse.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The hero-freighted Mayflower's prophet-track</span><br > +<span class="i0">To Europe, entering her blood-red eclipse.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 261]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 261]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Biblio" id="Biblio"></a></p> +<p><a id="Biblio"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>BIBLIOLATRES.</h4> -<span class="i00">Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thinking the great God is thine alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brook</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thinking the great God is thine alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brook</span><br > <span class="i0">What gods the heathen carves in wood and -stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if the Shepherd who from outer cold</span><br /> +stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if the Shepherd who from outer cold</span><br > <span class="i0">Leads all his shivering lambs to one sure -fold</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were careful for the fashion of his crook.</span><br /> +fold</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were careful for the fashion of his crook.</span><br > -<span class="i00">There is no broken reed so poor and base,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No rush, the bending tilt of swamp-fly blue,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There is no broken reed so poor and base,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No rush, the bending tilt of swamp-fly blue,</span><br > <span class="i0">But he therewith the ravening wolf can chase,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And guide his flock to springs and pastures -new;</span><br /> +new;</span><br > <span class="i0">Through ways unlooked for, and through many -lands,</span><br /> +lands,</span><br > <span class="i0">Far from the rich folds built with human -hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The gracious footprints of his love I trace.</span><br /> +hands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The gracious footprints of his love I trace.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And what art thou, own brother of the clod,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And what art thou, own brother of the clod,</span><br > <span class="i0">That from his hand the crook wouldst snatch -away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And shake instead thy dry and sapless rod,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To scare the sheep out of the wholesome day?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yea, what art thou, blind, unconverted Jew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That with thy idol-volume's covers two</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wouldst make a jail to coop the living God?</span><br /> +away</span><br > +<span class="i0">And shake instead thy dry and sapless rod,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To scare the sheep out of the wholesome day?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yea, what art thou, blind, unconverted Jew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That with thy idol-volume's covers two</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wouldst make a jail to coop the living God?</span><br > <span class="i00">Thou hear'st not well the mountain -organ-tones</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By prophet ears from Hor and Sinai caught,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thinking the cisterns of those Hebrew brains</span><br /> +organ-tones</span><br > +<span class="i0">By prophet ears from Hor and Sinai caught,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thinking the cisterns of those Hebrew brains</span><br > <span class="i0">Drew dry the springs of the All-knower's -thought,</span><br /> +thought,</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor shall thy lips be touched with living -fire,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who blow'st old altar-coals with sole desire</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To weld anew the spirit's broken chains.</span><br /> +fire,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who blow'st old altar-coals with sole desire</span><br > +<span class="i0">To weld anew the spirit's broken chains.</span><br > <span class="i00">God is not dumb, that he should speak no -more;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If thou hast wanderings in the wilderness</span><br /> +more;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If thou hast wanderings in the wilderness</span><br > <span class="i0">And find'st not Sinai, 'tis thy soul is poor;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">There towers the mountain of the Voice no -less,</span><br /> +less,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which whoso seeks shall find, but he who -bends,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Intent on manna still and mortal ends,</span><br /> +bends,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Intent on manna still and mortal ends,</span><br > <span class="i0">Sees it not, neither hears its thundered -lore.</span><br /> +lore.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Slowly the Bible of the race is writ,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And not on paper leaves nor leaves of stone;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Slowly the Bible of the race is writ,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And not on paper leaves nor leaves of stone;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 262]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 262]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Each age, each kindred adds a verse to it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Texts of despair or hope, of joy or moan.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Each age, each kindred adds a verse to it,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Texts of despair or hope, of joy or moan.</span><br > <span class="i0">While swings the sea, while mists the mountains -shroud,</span><br /> +shroud,</span><br > <span class="i0">While thunder's surges burst on cliffs of -cloud,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still at the prophets' feet the nations sit.</span><br /> +cloud,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still at the prophets' feet the nations sit.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Beaver" id="Beaver"></a></p> +<p><a id="Beaver"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>BEAVER BROOK.</h4> -<span class="i00">Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, minuting the long day's loss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The cedar's shadow, slow and still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Creeps o'er its dial of gray moss.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Warm noon brims full the valley's cup,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The aspen's leaves are scarce astir,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the little mill sends up</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its busy, never-ceasing burr.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Climbing the loose-piled wall that hems</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The road along the mill-pond's brink,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From 'neath the arching barberry-stems,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My footstep scares the shy chewink.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Beneath a bony buttonwood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The mill's red door lets forth the din;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The whitened miller, dust-imbued,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flits past the square of dark within.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">No mountain torrent's strength is here;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sweet Beaver, child of forest still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heaps its small pitcher to the ear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gently waits the miller's will.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Swift slips Undine along the race</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unheard, and then, with flashing bound,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Floods the dull wheel with light and grace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, laughing, hunts the loath drudge round.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The miller dreams not at what cost</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The quivering mill-stones hum and whirl,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor how for every turn, are tost</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Armfuls of diamond and of pearl.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 263]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But Summer cleared my happier eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With drops of some celestial juice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To see how Beauty underlies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For evermore each form of Use.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And more: methought I saw that flood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which now so dull and darkling steals,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thick, here and there, with human blood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To turn the world's laborious wheels.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">No more than doth the miller there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shut in our several cells, do we</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Know with what waste of beauty rare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Moves every day's machinery.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Surely the wiser time shall come</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When this fine overplus of might,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No longer sullen, slow, and dumb,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall leap to music and to light.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">In that new childhood of the Earth</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Life of itself shall dance and play;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, minuting the long day's loss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The cedar's shadow, slow and still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Creeps o'er its dial of gray moss.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Warm noon brims full the valley's cup,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The aspen's leaves are scarce astir,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the little mill sends up</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its busy, never-ceasing burr.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Climbing the loose-piled wall that hems</span><br > +<span class="i0">The road along the mill-pond's brink,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From 'neath the arching barberry-stems,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My footstep scares the shy chewink.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Beneath a bony buttonwood</span><br > +<span class="i0">The mill's red door lets forth the din;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The whitened miller, dust-imbued,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flits past the square of dark within.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">No mountain torrent's strength is here;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sweet Beaver, child of forest still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heaps its small pitcher to the ear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gently waits the miller's will.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Swift slips Undine along the race</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unheard, and then, with flashing bound,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Floods the dull wheel with light and grace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, laughing, hunts the loath drudge round.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The miller dreams not at what cost</span><br > +<span class="i0">The quivering mill-stones hum and whirl,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor how for every turn, are tost</span><br > +<span class="i0">Armfuls of diamond and of pearl.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 263]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But Summer cleared my happier eyes</span><br > +<span class="i0">With drops of some celestial juice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To see how Beauty underlies</span><br > +<span class="i0">For evermore each form of Use.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And more: methought I saw that flood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which now so dull and darkling steals,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thick, here and there, with human blood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To turn the world's laborious wheels.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">No more than doth the miller there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shut in our several cells, do we</span><br > +<span class="i0">Know with what waste of beauty rare</span><br > +<span class="i0">Moves every day's machinery.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Surely the wiser time shall come</span><br > +<span class="i0">When this fine overplus of might,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No longer sullen, slow, and dumb,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall leap to music and to light.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">In that new childhood of the Earth</span><br > +<span class="i0">Life of itself shall dance and play;</span><br > <span class="i0">Fresh blood in Time's shrunk veins make -mirth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And labor meet delight half-way.</span><br /> +mirth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And labor meet delight half-way.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Appledore" id="Appledore"></a></p> +<p><a id="Appledore"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>APPLEDORE.</h4> -<span class="i00">How looks Appledore in a storm?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">How looks Appledore in a storm?</span><br > <span class="i2">I have seen it when its crags seemed frantic,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Butting against the maddened Atlantic,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When surge after surge would heap enorme,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cliffs of Emerald topped with snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That lifted and lifted and then let go</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A great white avalanche of thunder,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A grinding, blinding, deafening ire</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Monadnock might have trembled under;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Butting against the maddened Atlantic,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When surge after surge would heap enorme,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cliffs of Emerald topped with snow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That lifted and lifted and then let go</span><br > +<span class="i0">A great white avalanche of thunder,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A grinding, blinding, deafening ire</span><br > +<span class="i0">Monadnock might have trembled under;</span><br > <span class="i2">And the island, whose rock-roots pierce below</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">To where they are warmed with the central -fire,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You could feel its granite fibres racked,</span><br /> +fire,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You could feel its granite fibres racked,</span><br > <span class="i2">As it seemed to plunge with a shudder and -thrill</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Right at the breast of the swooping hill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to rise again, snorting a cataract</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of rage-froth from every cranny and ledge,</span><br /> +thrill</span><br > +<span class="i2">Right at the breast of the swooping hill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to rise again, snorting a cataract</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of rage-froth from every cranny and ledge,</span><br > <span class="i2">While the sea drew its breath in hoarse and -deep,</span><br /> +deep,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 264]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 264]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And the next vast breaker curled its edge,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Gathering itself for a mighty leap.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And the next vast breaker curled its edge,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Gathering itself for a mighty leap.</span><br > <span class="i00">North, east, and south there are reefs and -breakers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You would never dream of in smooth weather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That toss and gore the sea for acres,</span><br /> +breakers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">You would never dream of in smooth weather,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That toss and gore the sea for acres,</span><br > <span class="i2">Bellowing and gnashing and snarling together;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Look northward, where Duck Island lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And over its crown you will see arise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Against a background of slaty skies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A row of pillars still and white</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That glimmer and then are out of sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if the moon should suddenly kiss,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">While you crossed the gusty desert by night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The long colonnades of Persepolis,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And then as sudden a darkness should follow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To gulp the whole scene at single swallow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The city's ghost, the drear, brown waste,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Look northward, where Duck Island lies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And over its crown you will see arise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Against a background of slaty skies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A row of pillars still and white</span><br > +<span class="i2">That glimmer and then are out of sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if the moon should suddenly kiss,</span><br > +<span class="i2">While you crossed the gusty desert by night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The long colonnades of Persepolis,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And then as sudden a darkness should follow</span><br > +<span class="i0">To gulp the whole scene at single swallow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The city's ghost, the drear, brown waste,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the string of camels, -clumsy-paced:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Look southward for White Island light,</span><br /> +clumsy-paced:—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Look southward for White Island light,</span><br > <span class="i2">The lantern stands ninety feet o'er the tide;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">There is first a half-mile of tumult and -fight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of dash and roar and tumble and fright,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And surging bewilderment wild and wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the breakers struggle left and right,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then a mile or more of rushing sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And then the light-house slim and lone;</span><br /> +fight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of dash and roar and tumble and fright,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And surging bewilderment wild and wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the breakers struggle left and right,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then a mile or more of rushing sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And then the light-house slim and lone;</span><br > <span class="i0">And whenever the whole weight of ocean is -thrown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Full and fair on White Island head,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A great mist-jotun you will see</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lifting himself up silently</span><br /> -<span class="i0">High and huge o'er the light-house top,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With hands of wavering spray outspread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Groping after the little tower,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That seems to shrink, and shorten and cower,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till the monster's arms of a sudden drop,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And silently and fruitlessly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He sinks again into the sea.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">You, meanwhile, where drenched you stand,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Awaken once more to the rush and roar</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And on the rock-point tighten your hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As you turn and see a valley deep,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 265]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">That was not there a moment before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Suck rattling down between you and a heap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of toppling billow, whose instant fall</span><br /> +thrown</span><br > +<span class="i0">Full and fair on White Island head,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A great mist-jotun you will see</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lifting himself up silently</span><br > +<span class="i0">High and huge o'er the light-house top,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With hands of wavering spray outspread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Groping after the little tower,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That seems to shrink, and shorten and cower,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till the monster's arms of a sudden drop,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And silently and fruitlessly</span><br > +<span class="i2">He sinks again into the sea.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">You, meanwhile, where drenched you stand,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Awaken once more to the rush and roar</span><br > +<span class="i0">And on the rock-point tighten your hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As you turn and see a valley deep,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 265]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">That was not there a moment before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Suck rattling down between you and a heap</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of toppling billow, whose instant fall</span><br > <span class="i2">Must sink the whole island once for -all—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or watch the silenter, stealthier seas</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Feeling their way to you more and more;</span><br /> +all—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or watch the silenter, stealthier seas</span><br > +<span class="i2">Feeling their way to you more and more;</span><br > <span class="i0">If they once should clutch you high as the -knees</span><br /> +knees</span><br > <span class="i0">They would whirl you down like a sprig of -kelp,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beyond all reach of hope or help;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And such in a storm is Appledore.</span><br /> +kelp,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beyond all reach of hope or help;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">And such in a storm is Appledore.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Dara" id="Dara"></a></p> +<p><a id="Dara"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>DARA.</h4> -<span class="i00">When Persia's sceptre trembled in a hand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wilted by harem-heats, and all the land</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Was hovered over by those vulture ills</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That snuff decaying empire from afar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, with a nature balanced as a star,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Dara arose, a shepherd of the hills.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">When Persia's sceptre trembled in a hand</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wilted by harem-heats, and all the land</span><br > +<span class="i2">Was hovered over by those vulture ills</span><br > +<span class="i0">That snuff decaying empire from afar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, with a nature balanced as a star,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Dara arose, a shepherd of the hills.</span><br > -<span class="i00">He, who had governed fleecy subjects well,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">He, who had governed fleecy subjects well,</span><br > <span class="i0">Made his own village, by the self-same spell,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Secure and peaceful as a guarded fold,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Secure and peaceful as a guarded fold,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till, gathering strength by slow and wise -degrees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Under his sway, to neighbor villages</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Order returned, and faith and justice old.</span><br /> +degrees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Under his sway, to neighbor villages</span><br > +<span class="i2">Order returned, and faith and justice old.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Now, when it fortuned that a king more wise</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now, when it fortuned that a king more wise</span><br > <span class="i0">Endued the realm with brain and hands and -eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He sought on every side men brave and just,</span><br /> +eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He sought on every side men brave and just,</span><br > <span class="i0">And having heard the mountain-shepherd's -praise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How he rendered the mould of elder days,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To Dara gave a satrapy in trust.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So Dara shepherded a province wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor in his viceroy's sceptre took more pride</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than in his crook before; but Envy finds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More soil in cities than on mountains bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the frank sun of spirits clear and rare</span><br /> +praise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">How he rendered the mould of elder days,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To Dara gave a satrapy in trust.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So Dara shepherded a province wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor in his viceroy's sceptre took more pride</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than in his crook before; but Envy finds</span><br > +<span class="i0">More soil in cities than on mountains bare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the frank sun of spirits clear and rare</span><br > <span class="i2">Breeds poisonous fogs in low and marish -minds.</span><br /> +minds.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 266]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 266]</span><br > -<span class="i00">Soon it was whispered at the royal ear</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Soon it was whispered at the royal ear</span><br > <span class="i0">That, though wise Dara's province, year by -year,</span><br /> +year,</span><br > <span class="i2">Like a great sponge, drew wealth and plenty -up,</span><br /> +up,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet, when he squeezed it at the king's -behest,</span><br /> +behest,</span><br > <span class="i0">Some golden drops, more rich than all the -rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Went to the filling of his private cup.</span><br /> +rest,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Went to the filling of his private cup.</span><br > -<span class="i00">For proof, they said that whereso'er he went</span><br /> +<span class="i00">For proof, they said that whereso'er he went</span><br > <span class="i0">A chest, beneath whose weight the camel bent,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Went guarded, and no other eye had seen</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What was therein, save only Dara's own,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Went guarded, and no other eye had seen</span><br > +<span class="i0">What was therein, save only Dara's own,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet, when 'twas opened, all his tent was -known</span><br /> +known</span><br > <span class="i2">To glow and lighten with heapt jewels' sheen.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i00">The king set forth for Dara's province -straight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where, as was fit, outside his city's gate</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The viceroy met him with a stately train;</span><br /> +straight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where, as was fit, outside his city's gate</span><br > +<span class="i2">The viceroy met him with a stately train;</span><br > <span class="i0">And there, with archers circled, close at -hand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A camel with the chest was seen to stand,</span><br /> +hand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A camel with the chest was seen to stand,</span><br > <span class="i2">The king grew red, for thus the guilt was -plain.</span><br /> +plain.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"Open me now," he cried, "yon -treasure-chest!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Twas done, and only a worn shepherd's vest</span><br /> +treasure-chest!"</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Twas done, and only a worn shepherd's vest</span><br > <span class="i2">Was found within; some blushed and hung the -head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not Dara; open as the sky's blue roof</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He stood, and "O, my lord, behold the proof</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That I was worthy of my trust!" he said.</span><br /> +head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not Dara; open as the sky's blue roof</span><br > +<span class="i0">He stood, and "O, my lord, behold the proof</span><br > +<span class="i2">That I was worthy of my trust!" he said.</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"For ruling men, lo! all the charm I had;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My soul, in those coarse vestments ever clad,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"For ruling men, lo! all the charm I had;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My soul, in those coarse vestments ever clad,</span><br > <span class="i2">Still to the unstained past kept true and -leal,</span><br /> +leal,</span><br > <span class="i0">Still on these plains could breathe her mountain -air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Fortune's heaviest gifts serenely bear,</span><br /> +air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Fortune's heaviest gifts serenely bear,</span><br > <span class="i2">Which bend men from the truth, and make them -reel.</span><br /> +reel.</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"To govern wisely I had shown small skill</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were I not lord of simple Dara still;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That sceptre kept, I cannot lose my way!"</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"To govern wisely I had shown small skill</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were I not lord of simple Dara still;</span><br > +<span class="i2">That sceptre kept, I cannot lose my way!"</span><br > <span class="i0">Strange dew in royal eyes grew round, and -bright</span><br /> +bright</span><br > <span class="i0">And thrilled the trembling lids; before 'twas -night</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Two added provinces blest Dara's sway.</span><br /> +night</span><br > +<span class="i2">Two added provinces blest Dara's sway.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 267]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 267]</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="JFH" id="JFH"></a></p> +<p><a id="JFH"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO J. F. H.</h4> -<span class="i00">Nine years have slipped like hour-glass sand</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From life's fast-emptying globe away,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Nine years have slipped like hour-glass sand</span><br > +<span class="i2">From life's fast-emptying globe away,</span><br > <span class="i0">Since last, dear friend, I clasped your hand,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And lingered on the impoverished land,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Watching the steamer down the bay.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I held the keepsake which you gave,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Until the dim smoke-pennon curled</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O'er the vague rim 'tween sky and wave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And closed the distance like a grave,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Leaving me to the outer world;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The old worn world of hurry and heat,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The young, fresh world of thought and scope;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While you, where silent surges fleet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Toward far sky beaches still and sweet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sunk wavering down the ocean-slope.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Come back our ancient walks to tread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Old haunts of lost or scattered friends,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Amid the Muses' factories red,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where song, and smoke, and laughter sped</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The nights to proctor-hunted ends.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Our old familiars are not laid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Though snapped our wands and sunk our books,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They beckon, not to be gainsaid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where, round broad meads which mowers wade,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Smooth Charles his steel-blue sickle crooks;</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Where, as the cloudbergs eastward blow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From glow to gloom the hillside shifts</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its lakes of rye that surge and flow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its plumps of orchard-trees arow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its snowy white-weed's summer drifts.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Or let us to Nantasket, there</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To wander idly as we list,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether, on rocky hillocks bare,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sharp cedar-points, like breakers, tear</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The trailing fringes of gray mist.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 268]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Or whether, under skies clear-blown,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The heightening surfs with foamy din,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their breeze-caught forelocks backward blown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Against old Neptune's yellow zone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Curl slow, and plunge forever in.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">For years thrice three, wise Horace said,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A poem rare let silence bind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And love may ripen in the shade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like ours, for nine long seasons laid</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In crypts and arches of the mind.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">That right Falernian friendship old</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Will we, to grace our feast, call up,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And freely pour the juice of gold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That keeps life's pulses warm and bold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Till Death shall break the empty cup.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And lingered on the impoverished land,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Watching the steamer down the bay.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I held the keepsake which you gave,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Until the dim smoke-pennon curled</span><br > +<span class="i0">O'er the vague rim 'tween sky and wave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And closed the distance like a grave,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Leaving me to the outer world;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The old worn world of hurry and heat,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The young, fresh world of thought and scope;</span><br > +<span class="i0">While you, where silent surges fleet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Toward far sky beaches still and sweet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sunk wavering down the ocean-slope.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Come back our ancient walks to tread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Old haunts of lost or scattered friends,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Amid the Muses' factories red,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where song, and smoke, and laughter sped</span><br > +<span class="i2">The nights to proctor-hunted ends.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Our old familiars are not laid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Though snapped our wands and sunk our books,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They beckon, not to be gainsaid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where, round broad meads which mowers wade,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Smooth Charles his steel-blue sickle crooks;</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Where, as the cloudbergs eastward blow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From glow to gloom the hillside shifts</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its lakes of rye that surge and flow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its plumps of orchard-trees arow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its snowy white-weed's summer drifts.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Or let us to Nantasket, there</span><br > +<span class="i2">To wander idly as we list,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether, on rocky hillocks bare,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sharp cedar-points, like breakers, tear</span><br > +<span class="i2">The trailing fringes of gray mist.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 268]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Or whether, under skies clear-blown,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The heightening surfs with foamy din,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their breeze-caught forelocks backward blown</span><br > +<span class="i0">Against old Neptune's yellow zone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Curl slow, and plunge forever in.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">For years thrice three, wise Horace said,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A poem rare let silence bind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And love may ripen in the shade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like ours, for nine long seasons laid</span><br > +<span class="i2">In crypts and arches of the mind.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">That right Falernian friendship old</span><br > +<span class="i2">Will we, to grace our feast, call up,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And freely pour the juice of gold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That keeps life's pulses warm and bold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Till Death shall break the empty cup.</span><br > </div> <p class="center p2">* * * * *</p> <h3>MEMORIAL VERSES.</h3> -<p><a name="Kossuth" id="Kossuth"></a></p> +<p><a id="Kossuth"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>KOSSUTH.</h4> -<span class="i00">A race of nobles may die out,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A royal line may leave no heir;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wise Nature sets no guards about</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her pewter plate and wooden ware.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A race of nobles may die out,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A royal line may leave no heir;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wise Nature sets no guards about</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her pewter plate and wooden ware.</span><br > -<span class="i00">But they fail not, the kinglier breed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who starry diadems attain;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To dungeon, axe, and stake succeed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heirs of the old heroic strain.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">But they fail not, the kinglier breed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who starry diadems attain;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To dungeon, axe, and stake succeed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heirs of the old heroic strain.</span><br > -<span class="i00">The zeal of Nature never cools,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor is she thwarted of her ends;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When gapped and dulled her cheaper tools,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then she a saint and prophet spends.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The zeal of Nature never cools,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor is she thwarted of her ends;</span><br > +<span class="i0">When gapped and dulled her cheaper tools,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then she a saint and prophet spends.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Land of the Magyars! though it be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tyrant may relink his chain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Already thine the victory,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the just Future measures gain.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Land of the Magyars! though it be</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tyrant may relink his chain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Already thine the victory,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the just Future measures gain.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 269]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 269]</span><br > -<span class="i00">Thou hast succeeded, thou hast won</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The deathly travail's amplest worth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A nation's duty thou hast done,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Giving a hero to our earth.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou hast succeeded, thou hast won</span><br > +<span class="i0">The deathly travail's amplest worth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A nation's duty thou hast done,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Giving a hero to our earth.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And he, let come what will of woe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Has saved the land he strove to save;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No Cossack hordes, no traitor's blow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can quench the voice shall haunt his grave.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And he, let come what will of woe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Has saved the land he strove to save;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No Cossack hordes, no traitor's blow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can quench the voice shall haunt his grave.</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"I Kossuth am: O Future, thou</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"I Kossuth am: O Future, thou</span><br > <span class="i0">That clear'st the just and blott'st the vile,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">O'er this small dust in reverence bow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Remembering, what I was erewhile.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"I was the chosen trump wherethrough</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our God sent forth awakening breath;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came chains? Came death? The strain He blew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sounds on, outliving chains and death."</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">O'er this small dust in reverence bow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Remembering, what I was erewhile.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"I was the chosen trump wherethrough</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our God sent forth awakening breath;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came chains? Came death? The strain He blew</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sounds on, outliving chains and death."</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Lamartine" id="Lamartine"></a></p> +<p><a id="Lamartine"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO LAMARTINE.</h4> <h4 class="smaller">1848.</h4> -<span class="i00">I did not praise thee when the crowd,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">'Witched with the moment's inspiration,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And stamped their dusty adoration;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I but looked upward with the rest,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I did not praise thee when the crowd,</span><br > +<span class="i4">'Witched with the moment's inspiration,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And stamped their dusty adoration;</span><br > +<span class="i2">I but looked upward with the rest,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, when they shouted Greatest, whispered -Best.</span><br /> +Best.</span><br > -<span class="i00">They raised thee not, but rose to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Their fickle wreaths about thee flinging;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So on some marble Phœbus the high sea</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Might leave his worthless sea-weed clinging,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But pious hands, with reverent care,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">They raised thee not, but rose to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Their fickle wreaths about thee flinging;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So on some marble Phœbus the high sea</span><br > +<span class="i4">Might leave his worthless sea-weed clinging,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But pious hands, with reverent care,</span><br > <span class="i0">Make the pure limbs once more sublimely bare.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i00">Now thou 'rt thy plain, grand self again,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Thou art secure from panegyric,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou who gav'st politics an epic strain,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And actedst Freedom's noblest lyric:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This side the Blessed Isles, no tree</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now thou 'rt thy plain, grand self again,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Thou art secure from panegyric,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou who gav'st politics an epic strain,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And actedst Freedom's noblest lyric:</span><br > +<span class="i2">This side the Blessed Isles, no tree</span><br > <span class="i0">Grows green enough to make a wreath for thee.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 270]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 270]</span><br > -<span class="i00">Nor can blame cling to thee; the snow</span><br /> -<span class="i4">From swinish foot-prints takes no staining,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, leaving the gross soils of earth below,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Its spirit mounts, the skies regaining,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And unresenting falls again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To beautify the world with dews and rain.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Nor can blame cling to thee; the snow</span><br > +<span class="i4">From swinish foot-prints takes no staining,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, leaving the gross soils of earth below,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Its spirit mounts, the skies regaining,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And unresenting falls again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To beautify the world with dews and rain.</span><br > -<span class="i00">The highest duty to mere man vouchsafed</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Was laid on thee,—out of wild chaos,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The highest duty to mere man vouchsafed</span><br > +<span class="i4">Was laid on thee,—out of wild chaos,</span><br > <span class="i0">When the roused popular ocean foamed and -chafed,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And vulture War from his Imaus</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Snuffed blood, to summon homely Peace,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And show that only order is release.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">To carve thy fullest thought, what though</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Time was not granted? Aye in history,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like that Dawn's face which baffled Angelo,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Left shapeless, grander for its mystery,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy great Design shall stand, and day</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Flood its blind front from Orients far away.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Who says thy day is o'er? Control,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">My heart, that bitter first emotion;</span><br /> +chafed,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And vulture War from his Imaus</span><br > +<span class="i2">Snuffed blood, to summon homely Peace,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And show that only order is release.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">To carve thy fullest thought, what though</span><br > +<span class="i4">Time was not granted? Aye in history,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like that Dawn's face which baffled Angelo,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Left shapeless, grander for its mystery,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy great Design shall stand, and day</span><br > +<span class="i0">Flood its blind front from Orients far away.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Who says thy day is o'er? Control,</span><br > +<span class="i4">My heart, that bitter first emotion;</span><br > <span class="i0">While men shall reverence the steadfast soul,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i4">The heart in silent self-devotion</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Breaking, the mild, heroic mien,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou'lt need no prop of marble, Lamartine.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">If France reject thee, 'tis not thine,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">But her own, exile that she utters;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ideal France, the deathless, the divine,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Will be where thy white pennon flutters,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As once the nobler Athens went</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With Aristides into banishment.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">No fitting metewand hath To-day</span><br /> -<span class="i4">For measuring spirits of thy stature,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the Future can reach up to lay</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The laurel on that lofty nature,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bard, who with some diviner art</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i4">The heart in silent self-devotion</span><br > +<span class="i2">Breaking, the mild, heroic mien,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou'lt need no prop of marble, Lamartine.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">If France reject thee, 'tis not thine,</span><br > +<span class="i4">But her own, exile that she utters;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ideal France, the deathless, the divine,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Will be where thy white pennon flutters,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As once the nobler Athens went</span><br > +<span class="i0">With Aristides into banishment.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">No fitting metewand hath To-day</span><br > +<span class="i4">For measuring spirits of thy stature,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the Future can reach up to lay</span><br > +<span class="i4">The laurel on that lofty nature,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bard, who with some diviner art</span><br > <span class="i0">Has touched the bard's true lyre, a nation's -heart.</span><br /> +heart.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Swept by thy hand, the gladdened chords,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Crashed now in discords fierce by others,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 271]</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Swept by thy hand, the gladdened chords,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Crashed now in discords fierce by others,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 271]</span><br > <span class="i0">Gave forth one note beyond all skill of -words,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And chimed together, We are brothers.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O poem unsurpassed! it ran</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All round the world, unlocking man to man.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">France is too poor to pay alone</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The service of that ample spirit;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Paltry seem low dictatorship and throne,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">If balanced with thy simple merit.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They had to thee been rust and loss;</span><br /> +words,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And chimed together, We are brothers.</span><br > +<span class="i2">O poem unsurpassed! it ran</span><br > +<span class="i0">All round the world, unlocking man to man.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">France is too poor to pay alone</span><br > +<span class="i4">The service of that ample spirit;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Paltry seem low dictatorship and throne,</span><br > +<span class="i4">If balanced with thy simple merit.</span><br > +<span class="i2">They had to thee been rust and loss;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy aim was higher,—thou hast climbed a -Cross.</span><br /> +Cross.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Palfrey" id="Palfrey"></a></p> +<p><a id="Palfrey"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO JOHN G. PALFREY.</h4> -<span class="i02">There are who triumph in a losing cause,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who can put on defeat, as 't were a wreath</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unwithering in the adverse popular breath,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Safe from the blasting demagogue's applause;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">There are who triumph in a losing cause,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who can put on defeat, as 't were a wreath</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unwithering in the adverse popular breath,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Safe from the blasting demagogue's applause;</span><br > <span class="i2b">'Tis they who stand for Freedom and God's -laws.</span><br /> +laws.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And so stands Palfrey now, as Marvell stood,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Loyal to Truth dethroned, nor could be wooed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To trust the playful tiger's velvet paws:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And if the second Charles brought in decay</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of ancient virtue, if it well might wring</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And so stands Palfrey now, as Marvell stood,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Loyal to Truth dethroned, nor could be wooed</span><br > +<span class="i2">To trust the playful tiger's velvet paws:</span><br > +<span class="i0">And if the second Charles brought in decay</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of ancient virtue, if it well might wring</span><br > <span class="i0">Souls that had broadened 'neath a nobler day,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">To see a losel, marketable king</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">To see a losel, marketable king</span><br > <span class="i0">Fearfully watering with his realm's best -blood</span><br /> +blood</span><br > <span class="i2g">Cromwell's quenched bolts, that erst had cracked and -flamed,</span><br /> +flamed,</span><br > <span class="i0">Scaring, through all their depths of courtier -mud,</span><br /> +mud,</span><br > <span class="i2">Europe's crowned bloodsuckers,—how more -ashamed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ought we to be, who see Corruption's flood</span><br /> +ashamed</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ought we to be, who see Corruption's flood</span><br > <span class="i2">Still rise o'er last year's mark, to mine -away</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Our brazen idols' feet of treacherous clay!</span><br /> +away</span><br > +<span class="i2">Our brazen idols' feet of treacherous clay!</span><br > -<span class="i00">O utter degradation! Freedom turned</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Slavery's vile bawd, to cozen and betray</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the old lecher's clutch a maiden prey,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If so a loathsome pander's fee be earned!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And we are silent,—we who daily tread</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O utter degradation! Freedom turned</span><br > +<span class="i2">Slavery's vile bawd, to cozen and betray</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the old lecher's clutch a maiden prey,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If so a loathsome pander's fee be earned!</span><br > +<span class="i2">And we are silent,—we who daily tread</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 272]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 272]</span><br > <span class="i0">A soil sublime, at least, with heroes' -graves!—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beckon no more, shades of the noble dead!</span><br /> +graves!—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beckon no more, shades of the noble dead!</span><br > <span class="i0">Be dumb, ye heaven-touched lips of winds and -waves!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or hope to rouse some Coptic dullard, hid</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ages ago, wrapt stiffly, fold on fold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With cerements close, to wither in the cold</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Forever hushed, and sunless pyramid!</span><br /> +waves!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or hope to rouse some Coptic dullard, hid</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ages ago, wrapt stiffly, fold on fold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With cerements close, to wither in the cold</span><br > +<span class="i2">Forever hushed, and sunless pyramid!</span><br > <span class="i2">Beauty and Truth, and all that these contain,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Drop not like ripened fruit about our feet;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Drop not like ripened fruit about our feet;</span><br > <span class="i2">We climb to them through years of sweat and -pain;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Without long struggle, none did e'er attain</span><br /> +pain;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Without long struggle, none did e'er attain</span><br > <span class="i0">The downward look from Quiet's blissful seat:</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Though present loss may be the hero's part,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet none can rob him of the victor heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereby the broad-realmed future is subdued,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Though present loss may be the hero's part,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet none can rob him of the victor heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereby the broad-realmed future is subdued,</span><br > <span class="i2">And Wrong, which now insults from triumph's -car,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sending her vulture hope to raven far,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is made unwilling tributary of Good.</span><br /> +car,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sending her vulture hope to raven far,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is made unwilling tributary of Good.</span><br > <span class="i00">O Mother State, how quenched thy Sinai fires!</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Is there none left of thy staunch Mayflower -breed?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No spark among the ashes of thy sires,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of Virtue's altar-flame the kindling seed?</span><br /> +breed?</span><br > +<span class="i0">No spark among the ashes of thy sires,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of Virtue's altar-flame the kindling seed?</span><br > <span class="i0">Are these thy great men, these that cringe and -creep,</span><br /> +creep,</span><br > <span class="i2">And writhe through slimy ways to place and -power?—</span><br /> +power?—</span><br > <span class="i0">How long, O Lord, before thy wrath shall reap</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Our frail-stemmed summer prosperings in their -flower?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O for one hour of that undaunted stock</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That went with Vane and Sydney to the block!</span><br /> +flower?</span><br > +<span class="i0">O for one hour of that undaunted stock</span><br > +<span class="i0">That went with Vane and Sydney to the block!</span><br > -<span class="i00">O for a whiff of Naseby, that would sweep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With its stern Puritan besom, all this chaff</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O for a whiff of Naseby, that would sweep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With its stern Puritan besom, all this chaff</span><br > <span class="i2">From the Lord's threshing-floor! Yet more than -half</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The victory is attained, when one or two,</span><br /> +half</span><br > +<span class="i0">The victory is attained, when one or two,</span><br > <span class="i2">Through the fool's laughter and the traitor's -scorn,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beside thy sepulchre can abide the morn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Crucified Truth, when thou shalt rise anew.</span><br /> +scorn,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beside thy sepulchre can abide the morn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Crucified Truth, when thou shalt rise anew.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Garrison" id="Garrison"></a></p> +<p><a id="Garrison"></a></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 273]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 273]</span><br > <h4>TO W. L. GARRISON.</h4> @@ -16003,324 +15984,324 @@ that his office was an obscure hole, his only visible auxiliary a negro boy, and his supporters a few very insignificant persons of all colors."—<i>Letter of H. G. Otis.</i></p> -<span class="i00">In a small chamber, friendless and unseen,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">In a small chamber, friendless and unseen,</span><br > <span class="i2">Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young -man;</span><br /> +man;</span><br > <span class="i0">The place was dark, unfurnitured, and -mean;—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yet there the freedom of a race began.</span><br /> +mean;—</span><br > +<span class="i2">Yet there the freedom of a race began.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Help came but slowly; surely no man yet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Put lever to the heavy world with less:</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Help came but slowly; surely no man yet</span><br > +<span class="i2">Put lever to the heavy world with less:</span><br > <span class="i0">What need of help? He knew how types were -set,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He had a dauntless spirit, and a press.</span><br /> +set,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He had a dauntless spirit, and a press.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Such earnest natures are the fiery pith,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Such earnest natures are the fiery pith,</span><br > <span class="i2">The compact nucleus round which systems grow!</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Mass after mass becomes inspired therewith,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And whirls impregnate with the central glow.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Mass after mass becomes inspired therewith,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And whirls impregnate with the central glow.</span><br > -<span class="i00">O Truth! O Freedom! how are ye still born</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the rude stable, in the manger nursed!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What humble hands unbar those gates of morn</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O Truth! O Freedom! how are ye still born</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the rude stable, in the manger nursed!</span><br > +<span class="i0">What humble hands unbar those gates of morn</span><br > <span class="i2">Through which the splendors of the New Day -burst!</span><br /> +burst!</span><br > <span class="i00">What! shall one monk, scarce known beyond his -cell,</span><br /> +cell,</span><br > <span class="i2">Front Rome's far-reaching bolts, and scorn her -frown?</span><br /> +frown?</span><br > <span class="i0">Brave Luther answered Yes; that thunder's -swell</span><br /> +swell</span><br > <span class="i2">Rocked Europe, and discharmed the triple -crown.</span><br /> +crown.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Whatever can be known of earth we know,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Whatever can be known of earth we know,</span><br > <span class="i2">Sneered Europe's wise men, in their snail-shells -curled;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No! said one man in Genoa, and that No</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Out of the dark created this New World.</span><br /> +curled;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No! said one man in Genoa, and that No</span><br > +<span class="i2">Out of the dark created this New World.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Who is it will not dare himself to trust?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who is it hath not strength to stand alone?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Who is it will not dare himself to trust?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who is it hath not strength to stand alone?</span><br > <span class="i0">Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward <span -class="smcap">must</span>?</span><br /> +class="smcap">must</span>?</span><br > <span class="i2">He and his works, like sand, from earth are -blown.</span><br /> +blown.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 274]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 274]</span><br > <span class="i00">Men of a thousand shifts and wiles, look -here!</span><br /> +here!</span><br > <span class="i2">See one straightforward conscience put in -pawn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To win a world; see the obedient sphere</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By bravery's simple gravitation drawn!</span><br /> +pawn</span><br > +<span class="i0">To win a world; see the obedient sphere</span><br > +<span class="i2">By bravery's simple gravitation drawn!</span><br > -<span class="i00">Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And by the Present's lips repeated still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In our own single manhood to be bold,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And by the Present's lips repeated still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In our own single manhood to be bold,</span><br > <span class="i2">Fortressed in conscience and impregnable -will?</span><br /> +will?</span><br > -<span class="i00">We stride the river daily at its spring,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">We stride the river daily at its spring,</span><br > <span class="i2">Nor, in our childish thoughtlessness, foresee</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">What myriad vassal streams shall tribute -bring,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How like an equal it shall greet the sea.</span><br /> +bring,</span><br > +<span class="i2">How like an equal it shall greet the sea.</span><br > -<span class="i00">O small beginnings, ye are great and strong,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">O small beginnings, ye are great and strong,</span><br > <span class="i2">Based on a faithful heart and weariless -brain!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ye build the future fair, ye conquer wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ye earn the crown, and wear it not in vain.</span><br /> +brain!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ye build the future fair, ye conquer wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ye earn the crown, and wear it not in vain.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Torrey" id="Torrey"></a></p> +<p><a id="Torrey"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ON THE DEATH OF C. T. TORREY.</h4> -<span class="i00">Woe worth the hour when it is crime</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To plead the poor dumb bondman's cause,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When all that makes the heart sublime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The glorious throbs that conquer time,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are traitors to our cruel laws!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">He strove among God's suffering poor</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One gleam of brotherhood to send;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dungeon oped its hungry door</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To give the truth one martyr more,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then shut,—and here behold the end!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">O Mother State! when this was done,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No pitying throe thy bosom gave;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Silent thou saw'st the death-shroud spun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And now thou givest to thy son</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The stranger's charity—a grave.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Must it be thus forever? No!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The hand of God sows not in vain;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 275]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Long sleeps the darkling seed below,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The seasons come, and change, and go,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And all the fields are deep with grain.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Although our brother lie asleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Man's heart still struggles, still aspires;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His grave shall quiver yet, while deep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the brave Bay State's pulses leap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her ancient energies and fires.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">When hours like this the senses' gush</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Have stilled, and left the spirit room,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It hears amid the eternal hush</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The swooping pinions' dreadful rush,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Woe worth the hour when it is crime</span><br > +<span class="i2">To plead the poor dumb bondman's cause,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When all that makes the heart sublime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The glorious throbs that conquer time,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are traitors to our cruel laws!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">He strove among God's suffering poor</span><br > +<span class="i2">One gleam of brotherhood to send;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dungeon oped its hungry door</span><br > +<span class="i0">To give the truth one martyr more,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then shut,—and here behold the end!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">O Mother State! when this was done,</span><br > +<span class="i2">No pitying throe thy bosom gave;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Silent thou saw'st the death-shroud spun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And now thou givest to thy son</span><br > +<span class="i2">The stranger's charity—a grave.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Must it be thus forever? No!</span><br > +<span class="i2">The hand of God sows not in vain;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 275]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Long sleeps the darkling seed below,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The seasons come, and change, and go,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And all the fields are deep with grain.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Although our brother lie asleep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Man's heart still struggles, still aspires;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His grave shall quiver yet, while deep</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the brave Bay State's pulses leap</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her ancient energies and fires.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">When hours like this the senses' gush</span><br > +<span class="i2">Have stilled, and left the spirit room,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It hears amid the eternal hush</span><br > +<span class="i0">The swooping pinions' dreadful rush,</span><br > <span class="i2">That brings the vengeance and the -doom;—</span><br /> +doom;—</span><br > -<span class="i00">Not man's brute vengeance, such as rends</span><br /> -<span class="i2">What rivets man to man apart,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">God doth not so bring round his ends,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But waits the ripened time, and sends</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His mercy to the oppressor's heart.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Not man's brute vengeance, such as rends</span><br > +<span class="i2">What rivets man to man apart,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">God doth not so bring round his ends,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But waits the ripened time, and sends</span><br > +<span class="i2">His mercy to the oppressor's heart.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Channing" id="Channing"></a></p> +<p><a id="Channing"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DR. CHANNING.</h4> -<span class="i00">I do not come to weep above thy pall,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And mourn the dying-out of noble powers;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The poet's clearer eye should see, in all</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I do not come to weep above thy pall,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And mourn the dying-out of noble powers;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The poet's clearer eye should see, in all</span><br > <span class="i2">Earth's seeming woe, the seed of Heaven's -flowers.</span><br /> +flowers.</span><br > <span class="i00">Truth needs no champions: in the infinite -deep</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of everlasting Soul her strength abides,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From Nature's heart her mighty pulses leap,</span><br /> +deep</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of everlasting Soul her strength abides,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From Nature's heart her mighty pulses leap,</span><br > <span class="i2">Through Nature's veins her strength, undying, -tides.</span><br /> +tides.</span><br > <span class="i00">Peace is more strong than war, and -gentleness,</span><br /> +gentleness,</span><br > <span class="i2">Where force were vain, makes conquest o'er the -wave;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And love lives on and hath a power to bless,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When they who loved are hidden in the grave.</span><br /> +wave;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And love lives on and hath a power to bless,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When they who loved are hidden in the grave.</span><br > <span class="i00">The sculptured marble brags of death-strewn -fields,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And Glory's epitaph is writ in blood;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Alexander now to Plato yields,</span><br /> +fields,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And Glory's epitaph is writ in blood;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Alexander now to Plato yields,</span><br > <span class="i2">Clarkson will stand where Wellington hath -stood.</span><br /> +stood.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 276]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 276]</span><br > -<span class="i00">I watch the circle of the eternal years,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And read forever in the storied page</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I watch the circle of the eternal years,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And read forever in the storied page</span><br > <span class="i0">One lengthened roll of blood, and wrong, and -tears,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One onward step of Truth from age to age.</span><br /> +tears,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">One onward step of Truth from age to age.</span><br > <span class="i00">The poor are crushed; the tyrants link their -chain;</span><br /> +chain;</span><br > <span class="i2">The poet sings through narrow dungeon-grates;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Man's hope lies quenched;—and, lo! with steadfast -gain</span><br /> +gain</span><br > <span class="i2">Freedom doth forge her mail of adverse fates.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i00">Men slay the prophets; fagot, rack, and cross</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Make up the groaning record of the past;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Evil's triumphs are her endless loss,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sovereign Beauty wins the soul at last.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Make up the groaning record of the past;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Evil's triumphs are her endless loss,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sovereign Beauty wins the soul at last.</span><br > <span class="i00">No power can die that ever wrought for Truth;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Thereby a law of Nature it became,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lives unwithered in its sinewy youth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">When he who called it forth is but a name.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Thereby a law of Nature it became,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lives unwithered in its sinewy youth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">When he who called it forth is but a name.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Therefore I cannot think thee wholly gone;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The better part of thee is with us still;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Therefore I cannot think thee wholly gone;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The better part of thee is with us still;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy soul its hampering clay aside hath -thrown,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And only freer wrestles with the Ill.</span><br /> +thrown,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And only freer wrestles with the Ill.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Thou livest in the life of all good things;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou livest in the life of all good things;</span><br > <span class="i2">What words thou spak'st for Freedom shall not -die;</span><br /> +die;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou sleepest not, for now thy Love hath -wings</span><br /> +wings</span><br > <span class="i2">To soar where hence thy Hope could hardly -fly.</span><br /> +fly.</span><br > -<span class="i00">And often, from that other world, on this</span><br /> +<span class="i00">And often, from that other world, on this</span><br > <span class="i2">Some gleams from great souls gone before may -shine,</span><br /> +shine,</span><br > <span class="i0">To shed on struggling hearts a clearer bliss,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">And clothe the Right with lustre more divine.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i00">Thou art not idle: in thy higher sphere</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy spirit bends itself to loving tasks,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thou art not idle: in thy higher sphere</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy spirit bends itself to loving tasks,</span><br > <span class="i0">And strength, to perfect what it dreamed of -here</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is all the crown and glory that it asks.</span><br /> +here</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is all the crown and glory that it asks.</span><br > <span class="i00">For sure, in Heaven's wide chambers, there is -room</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For love and pity, and for helpful deeds;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Else were our summons thither but a doom</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To life more vain than this in clayey weeds.</span><br /> +room</span><br > +<span class="i2">For love and pity, and for helpful deeds;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Else were our summons thither but a doom</span><br > +<span class="i2">To life more vain than this in clayey weeds.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 277]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 277]</span><br > -<span class="i00">From off the starry mountain peak of song,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy spirit shows me, in the coming time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An earth unwithered by the foot of wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A race revering its own soul sublime.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">From off the starry mountain peak of song,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy spirit shows me, in the coming time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An earth unwithered by the foot of wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A race revering its own soul sublime.</span><br > <span class="i00">What wars, what martyrdoms, what crimes, may -come,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thou knowest not, nor I; but God will lead</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The prodigal soul from want and sorrow home,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And Eden ope her gates to Adam's seed.</span><br /> +come,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thou knowest not, nor I; but God will lead</span><br > +<span class="i0">The prodigal soul from want and sorrow home,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And Eden ope her gates to Adam's seed.</span><br > <span class="i00">Farewell! good man, good angel now! this hand</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Soon, like thine own, shall lose its cunning, -too;</span><br /> +too;</span><br > <span class="i0">Soon shall this soul, like thine, bewildered -stand,</span><br /> +stand,</span><br > <span class="i2">Then leap to thread the free, unfathomed -blue:</span><br /> +blue:</span><br > <span class="i00">When that day comes, O, may this hand grow -cold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Busy, like thine, for Freedom and the Right;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, may this soul, like thine, be ever bold</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To face dark Slavery's encroaching blight!</span><br /> +cold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Busy, like thine, for Freedom and the Right;</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, may this soul, like thine, be ever bold</span><br > +<span class="i2">To face dark Slavery's encroaching blight!</span><br > -<span class="i00">This laurel-leaf I cast upon thy bier;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">This laurel-leaf I cast upon thy bier;</span><br > <span class="i2">Let worthier hands than these thy wreath -entwine;</span><br /> +entwine;</span><br > <span class="i0">Upon thy hearse I shed no useless -tear,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For us weep rather thou in calm divine.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +tear,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">For us weep rather thou in calm divine.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Hood" id="Hood"></a></p> +<p><a id="Hood"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>TO THE MEMORY OF HOOD.</h4> -<span class="i00">Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To gleam o'er unknown lands and seas;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To gleam o'er unknown lands and seas;</span><br > <span class="i0">Another heart that beat for freedom -stopped,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">What mournful words are these!</span><br /> +stopped,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">What mournful words are these!</span><br > <span class="i00">O Love Divine, that claspest our tired earth,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And lullest it upon thy heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou knowest how much a gentle soul is worth</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To teach men what thou art!</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And lullest it upon thy heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou knowest how much a gentle soul is worth</span><br > +<span class="i2">To teach men what thou art!</span><br > -<span class="i00">His was a spirit that to all thy poor</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Was kind as slumber after pain:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why ope so soon thy heaven-deep Quiet's door</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And call him home again?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">His was a spirit that to all thy poor</span><br > +<span class="i2">Was kind as slumber after pain:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why ope so soon thy heaven-deep Quiet's door</span><br > +<span class="i2">And call him home again?</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 278]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 278]</span><br > -<span class="i00">Freedom needs all her poets: it is they</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who give her aspirations wings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to the wiser law of music sway</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Her wild imaginings.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Freedom needs all her poets: it is they</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who give her aspirations wings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to the wiser law of music sway</span><br > +<span class="i2">Her wild imaginings.</span><br > <span class="i00">Yet thou hast called him, nor art thou -unkind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O Love Divine, for 'tis thy will</span><br /> +unkind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">O Love Divine, for 'tis thy will</span><br > <span class="i0">That gracious natures leave their love behind</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">To work for Freedom still.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">To work for Freedom still.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Let laurelled marbles weigh on other tombs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Let anthems peal for other dead,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Let laurelled marbles weigh on other tombs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Let anthems peal for other dead,</span><br > <span class="i0">Rustling the bannered depth of minster-glooms</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">With their exulting spread.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">With their exulting spread.</span><br > <span class="i00">His epitaph shall mock the short-lived stone,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">No lichen shall its lines efface,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He needs these few and simple lines alone</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To mark his resting-place:—</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">No lichen shall its lines efface,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He needs these few and simple lines alone</span><br > +<span class="i2">To mark his resting-place:—</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"Here lies a Poet. Stranger, if to thee</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His claim to memory be obscure,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"Here lies a Poet. Stranger, if to thee</span><br > +<span class="i2">His claim to memory be obscure,</span><br > <span class="i0">If thou wouldst learn how truly great was he,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Go, ask it of the poor."</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Go, ask it of the poor."</span><br > </div> <p class="center">* * * * *</p> -<p><a name="Sonnets2" id="Sonnets2"></a></p> +<p><a id="Sonnets2"></a></p> <h3>SONNETS.</h3> <div class="poem"> @@ -16330,1002 +16311,1002 @@ unkind,</span><br /> <h4 class="smaller">TO A. C. L.</h4> <span class="i00">Through suffering and sorrow thou hast passed</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To show us what a woman true may be:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They have not taken sympathy from thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor made thee any other than thou wast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save as some tree, which, in a sudden blast,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">To show us what a woman true may be:</span><br > +<span class="i0">They have not taken sympathy from thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor made thee any other than thou wast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save as some tree, which, in a sudden blast,</span><br > <span class="i0">Sheddeth those blossoms, that are weakly -grown,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the air, but keepeth every one</span><br /> +grown,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the air, but keepeth every one</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose strength gives warrant of good fruit at -last</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So thou hast shed some blooms of gayety,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But never one of steadfast cheerfulness;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor hath thy knowledge of adversity</span><br /> +last</span><br > +<span class="i0">So thou hast shed some blooms of gayety,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But never one of steadfast cheerfulness;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor hath thy knowledge of adversity</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 279]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 279]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Robbed thee of any faith in happiness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But rather cleared thy inner eyes to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How many simple ways there are to bless.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Robbed thee of any faith in happiness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But rather cleared thy inner eyes to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">How many simple ways there are to bless.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> <span class="i00">What were I, Love, if I were stripped of -thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If thine eyes shut me out whereby I live,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou, who unto my calmer soul dost give</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knowledge, and Truth, and holy Mystery,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherein Truth mainly lies for those who see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beyond the earthly and the fugitive,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who in the grandeur of the soul believe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And only in the Infinite are free?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Without thee I were naked, bleak, and bare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As yon dead cedar on the sea-cliff's brow;</span><br /> +thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If thine eyes shut me out whereby I live,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou, who unto my calmer soul dost give</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knowledge, and Truth, and holy Mystery,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherein Truth mainly lies for those who see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beyond the earthly and the fugitive,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who in the grandeur of the soul believe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And only in the Infinite are free?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Without thee I were naked, bleak, and bare</span><br > +<span class="i0">As yon dead cedar on the sea-cliff's brow;</span><br > <span class="i0">And Nature's teachings, which come to me now,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Common and beautiful as light and air,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Common and beautiful as light and air,</span><br > <span class="i0">Would be as fruitless as a stream which still</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Slips through the wheel of some old ruined -mill.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +mill.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">I would not have this perfect love of ours</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Grow from a single root, a single stem,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bearing no goodly fruit, but only flowers</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That idly hide life's iron diadem:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It should grow alway like that eastern tree</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I would not have this perfect love of ours</span><br > +<span class="i0">Grow from a single root, a single stem,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bearing no goodly fruit, but only flowers</span><br > +<span class="i0">That idly hide life's iron diadem:</span><br > +<span class="i0">It should grow alway like that eastern tree</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose limbs take root and spread forth -constantly;</span><br /> +constantly;</span><br > <span class="i0">That love for one, from which there doth not -spring</span><br /> +spring</span><br > <span class="i0">Wide love for all, it is but a worthless -thing.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not in another world, as poets prate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dwell we apart above the tide of things,</span><br /> +thing.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not in another world, as poets prate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dwell we apart above the tide of things,</span><br > <span class="i0">High floating o'er earth's clouds on faery -wings;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But our pure love doth ever elevate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into a holy bond of brotherhood</span><br /> +wings;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But our pure love doth ever elevate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into a holy bond of brotherhood</span><br > <span class="i0">All earthly things, making them pure and -good.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +good.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i0a">"For this true nobleness I seek in vain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In woman and in man I find it not;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I almost weary of my earthly lot,</span><br /> +<span class="i0a">"For this true nobleness I seek in vain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In woman and in man I find it not;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I almost weary of my earthly lot,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 280]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 280]</span><br > <span class="i0">My life-springs are dried up with burning -pain."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou find'st it not? I pray thee look again,</span><br /> +pain."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou find'st it not? I pray thee look again,</span><br > <span class="i0">Look <i>inward</i> through the depths of thine own -soul.</span><br /> +soul.</span><br > <span class="i0">How is it with thee? Art thou sound and -whole?</span><br /> +whole?</span><br > <span class="i0">Doth narrow search show thee no earthly -stain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be noble! and the nobleness that lies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In other men, sleeping, but never dead,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will rise in majesty to meet thine own:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes,</span><br /> +stain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be noble! and the nobleness that lies</span><br > +<span class="i0">In other men, sleeping, but never dead,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will rise in majesty to meet thine own:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes,</span><br > <span class="i0">Then will pure light around thy path be shed,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And thou wilt never more be sad and lone.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1840.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And thou wilt never more be sad and lone.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1840.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">TO THE SPIRIT OF KEATS.</h4> -<span class="i00">Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Uplifting me with thy vast, quiet eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On whose full orbs, with kindly lustre, lies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The twilight warmth of ruddy ember-gloom:</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Uplifting me with thy vast, quiet eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">On whose full orbs, with kindly lustre, lies</span><br > +<span class="i0">The twilight warmth of ruddy ember-gloom:</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy clear, strong tones will oft bring sudden -bloom</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of hope secure, to him who lonely cries,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wrestling with the young poet's agonies,</span><br /> +bloom</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of hope secure, to him who lonely cries,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wrestling with the young poet's agonies,</span><br > <span class="i0">Neglect and scorn, which seem a certain doom:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Yes! the few words which, like great -thunderdrops,</span><br /> +thunderdrops,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy large heart down to earth shook -doubtfully,</span><br /> +doubtfully,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thrilled by the inward lightning of its -might,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Serene and pure, like gushing joy of light,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall track the eternal chords of Destiny,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">After the moon-led pulse of ocean stops.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +might,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Serene and pure, like gushing joy of light,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall track the eternal chords of Destiny,</span><br > +<span class="i0">After the moon-led pulse of ocean stops.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> <span class="i00">Great Truths are portions of the soul of man;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Great souls are portions of Eternity;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Great souls are portions of Eternity;</span><br > <span class="i0">Each drop of blood that e'er through true heart -ran</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With lofty message, ran for thee and me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For God's law, since the starry song began,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath been, and still for evermore must be,</span><br /> +ran</span><br > +<span class="i0">With lofty message, ran for thee and me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For God's law, since the starry song began,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath been, and still for evermore must be,</span><br > <span class="i0">That every deed which shall outlast Time's -span</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must goad the soul to be erect and free;</span><br /> +span</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must goad the soul to be erect and free;</span><br > <span class="i0">Slave is no word of deathless lineage -sprung,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Too many noble souls have thought and died,</span><br /> +sprung,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Too many noble souls have thought and died,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 281]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 281]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Too many mighty poets have lived and sung,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And our good Saxon, from lips purified</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Too many mighty poets have lived and sung,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And our good Saxon, from lips purified</span><br > <span class="i0">With martyr-fire, throughout the world hath -rung</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Too long to have God's holy cause denied.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +rung</span><br > +<span class="i0">Too long to have God's holy cause denied.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> <span class="i00">I ask not for those thoughts, that sudden -leap</span><br /> +leap</span><br > <span class="i0">From being's sea, like the isle-seeming -Kraken,</span><br /> +Kraken,</span><br > <span class="i0">With whose great rise the ocean all is shaken</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And a heart-tremble quivers through the deep;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Give me that growth which some perchance deem -sleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherewith the steadfast coral-stems uprise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which, by the toil of gathering energies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their upward way into clear sunshine keep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until, by Heaven's sweetest influences,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slowly and slowly spreads a speck of green</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into a pleasant island in the seas,</span><br /> +sleep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherewith the steadfast coral-stems uprise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which, by the toil of gathering energies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their upward way into clear sunshine keep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until, by Heaven's sweetest influences,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slowly and slowly spreads a speck of green</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into a pleasant island in the seas,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where, mid tall palms, the cane-roofed home is -seen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And wearied men shall sit at sunset's hour,</span><br /> +seen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And wearied men shall sit at sunset's hour,</span><br > <span class="i0">Hearing the leaves and loving God's dear -power.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +power.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">TO M. W. ON HER BIRTHDAY.</h4> -<span class="i00">Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The morning stars their ancient music make,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, joyful, once again their song awake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Long silent now with melancholy scorn;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thou, not mindless of so blest a morn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By no least deed its harmony shalt break,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Maiden, when such a soul as thine is born,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The morning stars their ancient music make,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, joyful, once again their song awake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Long silent now with melancholy scorn;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thou, not mindless of so blest a morn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By no least deed its harmony shalt break,</span><br > <span class="i0">But shalt to that high chime thy footsteps -take,</span><br /> +take,</span><br > <span class="i0">Through life's most darksome passes -unforlorn;</span><br /> +unforlorn;</span><br > <span class="i0">Therefore from thy pure faith thou shalt not -fall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Therefore shalt thou be ever fair and free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And in thine every motion musical</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As summer air, majestic as the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A mystery to those who creep and crawl</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through Time, and part it from Eternity.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +fall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Therefore shalt thou be ever fair and free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And in thine every motion musical</span><br > +<span class="i0">As summer air, majestic as the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A mystery to those who creep and crawl</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through Time, and part it from Eternity.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 282]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 282]</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> <span class="i00">My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst -die;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,</span><br /> +die;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,</span><br > <span class="i0">Whose numbering-clock is still thy gentle -kiss,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While Time and Peace with hands enlockèd -fly,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet care I not where in Eternity</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We live and love, well knowing that there is</span><br /> +kiss,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While Time and Peace with hands enlockèd +fly,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet care I not where in Eternity</span><br > +<span class="i0">We live and love, well knowing that there is</span><br > <span class="i0">No backward step for those who feel the bliss</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Of Faith as their most lofty yearnings high:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love hath so purified my being's core,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meseems I scarcely should be startled, even,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Of Faith as their most lofty yearnings high:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love hath so purified my being's core,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meseems I scarcely should be startled, even,</span><br > <span class="i0">To find, some morn, that thou hadst gone -before;</span><br /> +before;</span><br > <span class="i0">Since, with thy love, this knowledge too was -given,</span><br /> +given,</span><br > <span class="i0">Which each calm day doth strengthen more and -more,</span><br /> +more,</span><br > <span class="i0">That they who love are but one step from -Heaven.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +Heaven.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i00">I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose life to mine is an eternal law,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A piece of nature that can have no flaw,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A new and certain sunrise every day;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, if thou art to be another ray</span><br /> -<span class="i0">About the Sun of Life, and art to live</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Free from all of thee that was fugitive,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The debt of Love I will more fully pay,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose life to mine is an eternal law,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A piece of nature that can have no flaw,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A new and certain sunrise every day;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, if thou art to be another ray</span><br > +<span class="i0">About the Sun of Life, and art to live</span><br > +<span class="i0">Free from all of thee that was fugitive,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The debt of Love I will more fully pay,</span><br > <span class="i0">Not downcast with the thought of thee so -high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But rather raised to be a nobler man,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And more divine in my humanity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As knowing that the waiting eyes which scan</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My life are lighted by a purer being,</span><br /> +high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But rather raised to be a nobler man,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And more divine in my humanity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As knowing that the waiting eyes which scan</span><br > +<span class="i0">My life are lighted by a purer being,</span><br > <span class="i0">And ask meek, calm-browed deeds, with it -agreeing.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +agreeing.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>XI.</h5> -<span class="i00">There never yet was flower fair in vain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let classic poets rhyme it as they will;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The seasons toil that it may blow again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And summer's heart doth feel its every ill;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor is a true soul ever born for naught;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherever any such hath lived and died,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There never yet was flower fair in vain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let classic poets rhyme it as they will;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The seasons toil that it may blow again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And summer's heart doth feel its every ill;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor is a true soul ever born for naught;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherever any such hath lived and died,</span><br > <span class="i0">There hath been something for true freedom -wrought,</span><br /> +wrought,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 283]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 283]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Some bulwark levelled on the evil side:</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Some bulwark levelled on the evil side:</span><br > <span class="i0">Toil on, then, Greatness! thou art in the -right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">However narrow souls may call thee wrong;</span><br /> +right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">However narrow souls may call thee wrong;</span><br > <span class="i0">Be as thou wouldst be in thine own clear -sight,</span><br /> +sight,</span><br > <span class="i0">And so thou wilt in all the world's ere long;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">For worldlings cannot, struggle as they may,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">For worldlings cannot, struggle as they may,</span><br > <span class="i0">From man's great soul one great thought hide -away.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +away.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>XII.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">SUB PONDERE CRESCIT.</h4> <span class="i00">The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">I hear the soul of Man around me waking,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">I hear the soul of Man around me waking,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like a great sea, its frozen fetters -breaking,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And flinging up to heaven its sunlit spray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tossing huge continents in scornful play,</span><br /> +breaking,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And flinging up to heaven its sunlit spray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tossing huge continents in scornful play,</span><br > <span class="i0">And crushing them, with din of grinding -thunder,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That makes old emptinesses stare in wonder;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The memory of a glory passed away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lingers in every heart, as, in the shell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Resounds the bygone freedom of the sea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, every hour new signs of promise tell</span><br /> +thunder,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That makes old emptinesses stare in wonder;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The memory of a glory passed away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lingers in every heart, as, in the shell,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Resounds the bygone freedom of the sea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, every hour new signs of promise tell</span><br > <span class="i0">That the great soul shall once again be free,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">For high, and yet more high, the murmurs -swell</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of inward strife for truth and liberty.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1841.</span><br /> +swell</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of inward strife for truth and liberty.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1841.</span><br > <h5>XIII.</h5> -<span class="i00">Belovèd, in the noisy city here,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Belovèd, in the noisy city here,</span><br > <span class="i0">The thought of thee can make all turmoil -cease;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clear</span><br /> +cease;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clear</span><br > <span class="i0">Its still, soft arms, and circles it with -peace;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is no room for any doubt or fear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In souls so overfilled with love's increase,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There is no memory of the bygone year</span><br /> +peace;</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is no room for any doubt or fear</span><br > +<span class="i0">In souls so overfilled with love's increase,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There is no memory of the bygone year</span><br > <span class="i0">But growth in heart's and spirit's perfect -ease;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How hath our love, half nebulous at first,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rounded itself into a full-orbed sun!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How have our lives and wills (as haply erst</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They were, ere this forgetfulness begun,)</span><br /> +ease;</span><br > +<span class="i0">How hath our love, half nebulous at first,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rounded itself into a full-orbed sun!</span><br > +<span class="i0">How have our lives and wills (as haply erst</span><br > +<span class="i0">They were, ere this forgetfulness begun,)</span><br > <span class="i0">Through all their earthly distantness -outburst,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And melted, like two rays of light, in one!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +outburst,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And melted, like two rays of light, in one!</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 284]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 284]</span><br > <h5>XIV.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">ON READING WORDSWORTH'S SONNETS IN DEFENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT.</h4> -<span class="i00">As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the majestic beating of his heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The mighty tides, whereof its rightful part</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As the broad ocean endlessly upheaveth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the majestic beating of his heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The mighty tides, whereof its rightful part</span><br > <span class="i0">Each sea-wide bay and little weed -receiveth,—</span><br /> +receiveth,—</span><br > <span class="i0">So, through his soul who earnestly believeth,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Life from the universal Heart doth flow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereby some conquest of the eternal Woe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By instinct of God's nature, he achieveth:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A fuller pulse of this all-powerful beauty</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the poet's gulf-like heart doth tide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he more keenly feels the glorious duty</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Life from the universal Heart doth flow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereby some conquest of the eternal Woe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By instinct of God's nature, he achieveth:</span><br > +<span class="i0">A fuller pulse of this all-powerful beauty</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the poet's gulf-like heart doth tide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he more keenly feels the glorious duty</span><br > <span class="i0">Of serving Truth, despised and -crucified,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Happy, unknowing sect or creed, to rest</span><br /> +crucified,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Happy, unknowing sect or creed, to rest</span><br > <span class="i0">And feel God flow forever through his breast.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > <h5>XV.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">THE SAME CONTINUED.</h4> -<span class="i00">Once hardly in a cycle blossometh</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Once hardly in a cycle blossometh</span><br > <span class="i0">A flower-like soul ripe with the seeds of -song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A spirit fore-ordained to cope with wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose divine thoughts are natural as breath,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who the old Darkness thickly scattereth</span><br /> +song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A spirit fore-ordained to cope with wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose divine thoughts are natural as breath,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who the old Darkness thickly scattereth</span><br > <span class="i0">With starry words, that shoot prevailing -light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the deeps, and wither, with the blight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of serene Truth, the coward heart of Death:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Woe, if such spirit thwart its errand high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mock with lies the longing soul of man!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet one age longer must true Culture lie,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Soothing her bitter fetters as she can,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until new messages of love outstart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At the next beating of the infinite Heart.</span><br /> +light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the deeps, and wither, with the blight</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of serene Truth, the coward heart of Death:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Woe, if such spirit thwart its errand high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mock with lies the longing soul of man!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet one age longer must true Culture lie,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Soothing her bitter fetters as she can,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until new messages of love outstart</span><br > +<span class="i0">At the next beating of the infinite Heart.</span><br > <h5>XVI.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">THE SAME CONTINUED.</h4> <span class="i00">The love of all things springs from love of -one;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And over it with fuller glory flows</span><br /> +one;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And over it with fuller glory flows</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 285]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 285]</span><br > -<span class="i0">The sky-like spirit of God; a hope begun</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In doubt and darkness 'neath a fairer sun</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cometh to fruitage, if it be of Truth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to the law of meekness, faith, and ruth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By inward sympathy, shall all be won:</span><br /> +<span class="i0">The sky-like spirit of God; a hope begun</span><br > +<span class="i0">In doubt and darkness 'neath a fairer sun</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cometh to fruitage, if it be of Truth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to the law of meekness, faith, and ruth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By inward sympathy, shall all be won:</span><br > <span class="i0">This thou shouldst know, who, from the painted -feature</span><br /> +feature</span><br > <span class="i0">Of shifting Fashion, couldst thy brethren -turn</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto the love of ever-youthful Nature,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And of a beauty fadeless and eterne;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And always 'tis the saddest sight to see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An old man faithless in Humanity.</span><br /> +turn</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto the love of ever-youthful Nature,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And of a beauty fadeless and eterne;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And always 'tis the saddest sight to see</span><br > +<span class="i0">An old man faithless in Humanity.</span><br > <h5>XVII.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">THE SAME CONTINUED.</h4> -<span class="i00">A poet cannot strive for despotism;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">A poet cannot strive for despotism;</span><br > <span class="i0">His harp falls shattered; for it still must -be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The instinct of great spirits to be free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the sworn foes of cunning barbarism:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He, who has deepest searched the wide abysm</span><br /> +be</span><br > +<span class="i0">The instinct of great spirits to be free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the sworn foes of cunning barbarism:</span><br > +<span class="i0">He, who has deepest searched the wide abysm</span><br > <span class="i0">Of that life-giving Soul which men call fate,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Knows that to put more faith in lies and hate</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Than truth and love is the true atheism:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upward the soul forever turns her eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The next hour always shames the hour before;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One beauty, at its highest, prophesies</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Than truth and love is the true atheism:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upward the soul forever turns her eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The next hour always shames the hour before;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One beauty, at its highest, prophesies</span><br > <span class="i0">That by whose side it shall seem mean and -poor;</span><br /> +poor;</span><br > <span class="i0">No God-like thing knows aught of less and -less,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But widens to the boundless Perfectness.</span><br /> +less,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But widens to the boundless Perfectness.</span><br > <h5>XVIII.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">THE SAME CONTINUED.</h4> -<span class="i00">Therefore think not the Past is wise alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thou shalt love it only as the nest</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whence glory-wingèd things to Heaven have -flown:</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Therefore think not the Past is wise alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thou shalt love it only as the nest</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whence glory-wingèd things to Heaven have +flown:</span><br > <span class="i0">To the great Soul alone are all things known;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Present and future are to her as past,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While she in glorious madness doth forecast</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Present and future are to her as past,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While she in glorious madness doth forecast</span><br > <span class="i0">That perfect bud, which seems a flower -full-blown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To each new Prophet, and yet always opes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fuller and fuller with each day and hour,</span><br /> +full-blown</span><br > +<span class="i0">To each new Prophet, and yet always opes</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fuller and fuller with each day and hour,</span><br > <span class="i0">Heartening the soul with odor of fresh hopes,</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 286]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 286]</span><br > <span class="i0">And longings high, and gushings of wide -power,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet never is or shall be fully blown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save in the forethought of the Eternal One.</span><br /> +power,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet never is or shall be fully blown</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save in the forethought of the Eternal One.</span><br > <h5>XIX.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">THE SAME CONCLUDED.</h4> -<span class="i00">Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time,</span><br > <span class="i0">With eyes uplift, the poet's soul should look</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Into the Endless Promise, nor should brook</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One prying doubt to shake his faith sublime;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To him the earth is ever in her prime</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dewiness of morning; he can see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Good lying hid, from all eternity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Within the teeming womb of sin and crime;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His soul should not be cramped by any bar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His nobleness should be so God-like high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That his least deed is perfect as a star,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His common look majestic as the sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all o'erflooded with a light from far,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Undimmed by clouds of weak mortality.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Into the Endless Promise, nor should brook</span><br > +<span class="i0">One prying doubt to shake his faith sublime;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To him the earth is ever in her prime</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dewiness of morning; he can see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Good lying hid, from all eternity,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Within the teeming womb of sin and crime;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His soul should not be cramped by any bar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His nobleness should be so God-like high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That his least deed is perfect as a star,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His common look majestic as the sky,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all o'erflooded with a light from far,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Undimmed by clouds of weak mortality.</span><br > <h5>XX.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">TO M. O. S.</h4> -<span class="i00">Mary, since first I knew thee, to this hour,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My love hath deepened, with my wiser sense</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of what in Woman is to reverence;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Mary, since first I knew thee, to this hour,</span><br > +<span class="i0">My love hath deepened, with my wiser sense</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of what in Woman is to reverence;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thy clear heart, fresh as e'er was -forest-flower,</span><br /> +forest-flower,</span><br > <span class="i0">Still opens more to me its beauteous -dower;—</span><br /> +dower;—</span><br > <span class="i0">But let praise hush,—Love asks no -evidence</span><br /> +evidence</span><br > <span class="i0">To prove itself well-placed; we know not -whence</span><br /> +whence</span><br > <span class="i0">It gleans the straws that thatch its humble -bower:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We can but say we found it in the heart,</span><br /> +bower:</span><br > +<span class="i0">We can but say we found it in the heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">Spring of all sweetest thoughts, arch foe of -blame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sower of flowers in the dusty mart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pure vestal of the poet's holy flame,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This is enough, and we have done our part</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If we but keep it spotless as it came.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +blame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sower of flowers in the dusty mart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pure vestal of the poet's holy flame,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">This is enough, and we have done our part</span><br > +<span class="i0">If we but keep it spotless as it came.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > <h5>XXI.</h5> -<span class="i00">Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 287]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 287]</span><br > <span class="i0">And, nursed by day and night, by sun and -shower,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To us the leafless autumn is not bare,</span><br /> +shower,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:</span><br > +<span class="i0">To us the leafless autumn is not bare,</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor winter's rattling boughs lack lusty -green.</span><br /> +green.</span><br > <span class="i0">Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, -where</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:</span><br /> +where</span><br > +<span class="i0">No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:</span><br > <span class="i0">For nature's life in love's deep life doth -lie,</span><br /> +lie,</span><br > <span class="i0">Love,—whose forgetfulness is beauty's -death,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the infinite freedom openeth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And makes the body's dark and narrow grate</span><br /> +death,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the infinite freedom openeth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And makes the body's dark and narrow grate</span><br > <span class="i0">The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's -palace-gate.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1842.</span><br /> +palace-gate.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1842.</span><br > <h5>XXII.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">IN ABSENCE.</h4> <span class="i00">These rugged, wintry days I scarce could -bear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did I not know, that, in the early spring,</span><br /> +bear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did I not know, that, in the early spring,</span><br > <span class="i0">When wild March winds upon their errands -sing,</span><br /> +sing,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou wouldst return, bursting on this still -air,</span><br /> +air,</span><br > <span class="i0">Like those same winds, when, startled from their -lair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From icy cares, even as thy clear looks</span><br /> +lair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From icy cares, even as thy clear looks</span><br > <span class="i0">Bid my heart bloom, and sing, and break all -care;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When drops with welcome rain the April day,</span><br /> +care;</span><br > +<span class="i0">When drops with welcome rain the April day,</span><br > <span class="i0">My flowers shall find their April in thine -eyes,</span><br /> +eyes,</span><br > <span class="i0">Save there the rain in dreamy clouds doth -stay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As loath to fall out of those happy skies;</span><br /> +stay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As loath to fall out of those happy skies;</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet sure, my love, thou art most like to May,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">That comes with steady sun when April dies.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">1843.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">That comes with steady sun when April dies.</span><br > +<span class="i2">1843.</span><br > <h5>XXIII.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">WENDELL PHILLIPS.</h4> <span class="i00">He stood upon the world's broad threshold; -wide</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The din of battle and of slaughter rose;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He saw God stand upon the weaker side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That sank in seeming loss before its foes;</span><br /> +wide</span><br > +<span class="i0">The din of battle and of slaughter rose;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He saw God stand upon the weaker side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That sank in seeming loss before its foes;</span><br > <span class="i0">Many there were who made great haste and sold</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Unto the cunning enemy their swords,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Unto the cunning enemy their swords,</span><br > <span class="i0">He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and -gold,</span><br /> +gold,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 288]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 288]</span><br > <span class="i0">And, underneath their soft and flowery words,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Heard the cold serpent hiss; therefore he -went</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And humbly joined him to the weaker part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So he could be the nearer to God's heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And feel its solemn pulses sending blood</span><br /> +went</span><br > +<span class="i0">And humbly joined him to the weaker part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content</span><br > +<span class="i0">So he could be the nearer to God's heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And feel its solemn pulses sending blood</span><br > <span class="i0">Through all the wide-spread veins of endless -good.</span><br /> +good.</span><br > <h5>XXIV.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">THE STREET.</h4> <span class="i00">They pass me by like shadows, crowds on -crowds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro,</span><br /> +crowds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro,</span><br > <span class="i0">Hugging their bodies round them, like thin -shrouds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherein their souls were buried long ago:</span><br /> +shrouds</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherein their souls were buried long ago:</span><br > <span class="i0">They trampled on their youth, and faith, and -love,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They cast their hope of human-kind away,</span><br /> +love,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They cast their hope of human-kind away,</span><br > <span class="i0">With Heaven's clear messages they madly -strove,</span><br /> +strove,</span><br > <span class="i0">And conquered,—and their spirits turned to -clay:</span><br /> +clay:</span><br > <span class="i0">Lo! how they wander round the world, their -grave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gibbering at living men, and idly rave,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"We, only, truly live, but ye are dead."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alas! poor fools, the anointed eye may trace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A dead soul's epitaph in every face!</span><br /> +grave,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gibbering at living men, and idly rave,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"We, only, truly live, but ye are dead."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alas! poor fools, the anointed eye may trace</span><br > +<span class="i0">A dead soul's epitaph in every face!</span><br > <h5>XXV.</h5> -<span class="i00">I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The charm that Nature to my childhood wore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, with that insight, cometh, day by day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A greater bliss than wonder was before;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away</span><br > +<span class="i0">The charm that Nature to my childhood wore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, with that insight, cometh, day by day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A greater bliss than wonder was before;</span><br > <span class="i0">The real doth not clip the poet's -wings,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To win the secret of a weed's plain heart</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reveals some clue to spiritual things,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And stumbling guess becomes firm-footed art:</span><br /> +wings,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">To win the secret of a weed's plain heart</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reveals some clue to spiritual things,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And stumbling guess becomes firm-footed art:</span><br > <span class="i0">Flowers are not flowers unto the poet's eyes,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Their beauty thrills him by an inward sense;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He knows that outward seemings are but lies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, at the most, but earthly shadows, whence</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Their beauty thrills him by an inward sense;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He knows that outward seemings are but lies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, at the most, but earthly shadows, whence</span><br > <span class="i0">The soul that looks within for truth may -guess</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The presence of some wondrous heavenliness.</span><br /> +guess</span><br > +<span class="i0">The presence of some wondrous heavenliness.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 289]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 289]</span><br > <h5>XXVI.</h5> <h4 class="smaller">TO J. R. GIDDINGS.</h4> <span class="i00">Giddings, far rougher names than thine have -grown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Smoother than honey on the lips of men;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And thou shalt aye be honorably known,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As one who bravely used his tongue and pen,</span><br /> +grown</span><br > +<span class="i0">Smoother than honey on the lips of men;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And thou shalt aye be honorably known,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As one who bravely used his tongue and pen,</span><br > <span class="i0">As best befits a freeman,—even for -those,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To whom our Law's unblushing front denies</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A right to plead against the life-long woes</span><br /> +those,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To whom our Law's unblushing front denies</span><br > +<span class="i0">A right to plead against the life-long woes</span><br > <span class="i0">Which are the Negro's glimpse of Freedom's -skies.</span><br /> +skies.</span><br > <span class="i0">Fear nothing, and hope all things, as the -Right</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone may do securely; every hour</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The thrones of Ignorance and ancient Night</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lose somewhat of their long-usurpèd power,</span><br /> +Right</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone may do securely; every hour</span><br > +<span class="i0">The thrones of Ignorance and ancient Night</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lose somewhat of their long-usurpèd power,</span><br > <span class="i0">And Freedom's lightest word can make them -shiver</span><br /> +shiver</span><br > <span class="i0">With a base dread that clings to them -forever.</span><br /> +forever.</span><br > <h5>XXVII.</h5> -<span class="i00">I thought our love at full, but I did err;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I thought our love at full, but I did err;</span><br > <span class="i0">Joy's wreath drooped o'er mine eyes; I could not -see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That sorrow in our happy world must be</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Love's deepest spokesman and interpreter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, as a mother feels her child first stir</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Under her heart, so felt I instantly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Deep in my soul another bond to thee</span><br /> +see</span><br > +<span class="i0">That sorrow in our happy world must be</span><br > +<span class="i0">Love's deepest spokesman and interpreter;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, as a mother feels her child first stir</span><br > +<span class="i0">Under her heart, so felt I instantly</span><br > +<span class="i0">Deep in my soul another bond to thee</span><br > <span class="i0">Thrill with that life we saw depart from her;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">O mother of our angel-child! twice dear!</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">O mother of our angel-child! twice dear!</span><br > <span class="i0">Death knits as well as parts, and still, I -wis,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her tender radiance shall enfold us here,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even as the light, borne up by inward bliss,</span><br /> +wis,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her tender radiance shall enfold us here,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even as the light, borne up by inward bliss,</span><br > <span class="i0">Threads the void glooms of space without a -fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To print on farthest stars her pitying kiss.</span><br /> +fear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To print on farthest stars her pitying kiss.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Lenvoi" id="Lenvoi"></a></p> +<p><a id="Lenvoi"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>L'ENVOI.</h4> -<span class="i00">Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,</span><br > <span class="i0">In these three years, since I to thee -inscribed,</span><br /> +inscribed,</span><br > <span class="i0">Mine own betrothed, the firstlings of my -muse,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Poor windfalls of unripe experience,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Young buds plucked hastily by childish hands</span><br /> +muse,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Poor windfalls of unripe experience,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Young buds plucked hastily by childish hands</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 290]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 290]</span><br > <span class="i0">Not patient to await more full-blown -flowers,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At least it hath seen more of life and men,</span><br /> +flowers,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">At least it hath seen more of life and men,</span><br > <span class="i0">And pondered more, and grown a shade more -sad,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet with no loss of hope or settled trust</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the benignness of that Providence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which shapes from out our elements awry</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The grace and order that we wonder at,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The mystic harmony of right and wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Both working out His wisdom and our good:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A trust, Beloved, chiefly learned of thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who hast that gift of patient tenderness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The instinctive wisdom of a woman's heart.</span><br /> +sad,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet with no loss of hope or settled trust</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the benignness of that Providence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which shapes from out our elements awry</span><br > +<span class="i0">The grace and order that we wonder at,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The mystic harmony of right and wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Both working out His wisdom and our good:</span><br > +<span class="i0">A trust, Beloved, chiefly learned of thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who hast that gift of patient tenderness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The instinctive wisdom of a woman's heart.</span><br > <span class="i00">They tell us that our land was made for song,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">With its huge rivers and sky-piercing peaks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its sea-like lakes and mighty cataracts,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">With its huge rivers and sky-piercing peaks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its sea-like lakes and mighty cataracts,</span><br > <span class="i0">Its forests vast and hoar, and prairies wide,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And mounds that tell of wondrous tribes -extinct.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Poesy springs not from rocks and woods;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her womb and cradle are the human heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she can find a nobler theme for song</span><br /> +extinct.</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Poesy springs not from rocks and woods;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her womb and cradle are the human heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she can find a nobler theme for song</span><br > <span class="i0">In the most loathsome man that blasts the -sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than in the broad expanse of sea and shore</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Between the frozen deserts of the poles.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All nations have their message from on high,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each the messiah of some central thought,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the fulfilment and delight of Man:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One has to teach that labor is divine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Another Freedom; and another Mind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all, that God is open-eyed and just,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The happy centre and calm heart of all.</span><br /> +sight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than in the broad expanse of sea and shore</span><br > +<span class="i0">Between the frozen deserts of the poles.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All nations have their message from on high,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each the messiah of some central thought,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the fulfilment and delight of Man:</span><br > +<span class="i0">One has to teach that labor is divine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Another Freedom; and another Mind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all, that God is open-eyed and just,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The happy centre and calm heart of all.</span><br > <span class="i02">Are, then, our woods, our mountains, and our -streams,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Needful to teach our poets how to sing?</span><br /> +streams,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Needful to teach our poets how to sing?</span><br > <span class="i0">O, maiden rare, far other thoughts were ours,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">When we have sat by ocean's foaming marge,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">When we have sat by ocean's foaming marge,</span><br > <span class="i0">And watched the waves leap roaring on the -rocks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than young Leander and his Hero had,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gazing from Sestos to the other shore.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The moon looks down and ocean worships her,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stars rise and set, and seasons come and go</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Even as they did in Homer's elder time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But we behold them not with Grecian eyes:</span><br /> +rocks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than young Leander and his Hero had,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gazing from Sestos to the other shore.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The moon looks down and ocean worships her,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stars rise and set, and seasons come and go</span><br > +<span class="i0">Even as they did in Homer's elder time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But we behold them not with Grecian eyes:</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 291]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 291]</span><br > <span class="i0">Then they were types of beauty and of -strength,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But now of freedom, unconfined and pure,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Subject alone to Order's higher law.</span><br /> +strength,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But now of freedom, unconfined and pure,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Subject alone to Order's higher law.</span><br > <span class="i0">What cares the Russian serf or Southern slave</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Though we should speak as man spake never yet</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Of gleaming Hudson's broad magnificence,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or green Niagara's never-ending roar?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our country hath a gospel of her own</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Of gleaming Hudson's broad magnificence,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or green Niagara's never-ending roar?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our country hath a gospel of her own</span><br > <span class="i0">To preach and practise before all the -world,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The freedom and divinity of man,</span><br /> +world,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The freedom and divinity of man,</span><br > <span class="i0">The glorious claims of human -brotherhood,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which to pay nobly, as a freeman should,</span><br /> +brotherhood,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which to pay nobly, as a freeman should,</span><br > <span class="i0">Gains the sole wealth that will not fly -away,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And the soul's fealty to none but God.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These are realities, which make the shows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of outward Nature, be they ne'er so grand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seem small, and worthless, and contemptible.</span><br /> +away,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And the soul's fealty to none but God.</span><br > +<span class="i0">These are realities, which make the shows</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of outward Nature, be they ne'er so grand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seem small, and worthless, and contemptible.</span><br > <span class="i0">These are the mountain-summits for our bards,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Which stretch far upward into heaven itself,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And give such wide-spread and exulting view</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of hope, and faith, and onward destiny,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Which stretch far upward into heaven itself,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And give such wide-spread and exulting view</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of hope, and faith, and onward destiny,</span><br > <span class="i0">That shrunk Parnassus to a molehill dwindles.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Our new Atlantis, like a morning-star,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Our new Atlantis, like a morning-star,</span><br > <span class="i0">Silvers the murk face of slow-yielding Night,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The herald of a fuller truth than yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hath gleamed upon the upraisèd face of Man</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The herald of a fuller truth than yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hath gleamed upon the upraisèd face of Man</span><br > <span class="i0">Since the earth glittered in her stainless -prime,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of a more glorious sunrise than of old</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Drew wondrous melodies from Memnon huge,</span><br /> +prime,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of a more glorious sunrise than of old</span><br > +<span class="i0">Drew wondrous melodies from Memnon huge,</span><br > <span class="i0">Yea, draws them still, though now he sits -waist-deep</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the engulfing flood of whirling sand,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And looks across the wastes of endless gray,</span><br /> +waist-deep</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the engulfing flood of whirling sand,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And looks across the wastes of endless gray,</span><br > <span class="i0">Sole wreck, where once his hundred-gated -Thebes</span><br /> +Thebes</span><br > <span class="i0">Pained with her mighty hum the calm, blue -heaven.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall the dull stone pay grateful orisons,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And we till noonday bar the splendor out,</span><br /> +heaven.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall the dull stone pay grateful orisons,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And we till noonday bar the splendor out,</span><br > <span class="i0">Lest it reproach and chide our sluggard -hearts,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Warm-nestled in the down of Prejudice,</span><br /> +hearts,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Warm-nestled in the down of Prejudice,</span><br > <span class="i0">And be content, though clad with angel-wings,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Close-clipped, to hop about from perch to -perch,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In paltry cages of dead men's dead thoughts?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O, rather like the sky-lark, soar and sing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And let our gushing songs befit the dawn</span><br /> +perch,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In paltry cages of dead men's dead thoughts?</span><br > +<span class="i0">O, rather like the sky-lark, soar and sing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And let our gushing songs befit the dawn</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 292]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 292]</span><br > -<span class="i0">And sunrise, and the yet unshaken dew</span><br /> +<span class="i0">And sunrise, and the yet unshaken dew</span><br > <span class="i0">Brimming the chalice of each full-blown hope,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Whose blithe front turns to greet the growing -day.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Never had poets such high call before,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Never can poets hope for higher one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, if they be but faithful to their trust,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earth will remember them with love and joy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And O, far better, God will not forget.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For he who settles Freedom's principles</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Writes the death-warrant of all tyranny;</span><br /> +day.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Never had poets such high call before,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Never can poets hope for higher one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, if they be but faithful to their trust,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earth will remember them with love and joy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And O, far better, God will not forget.</span><br > +<span class="i0">For he who settles Freedom's principles</span><br > +<span class="i0">Writes the death-warrant of all tyranny;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the -heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And his mere word makes despots tremble more</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than ever Brutus with his dagger could.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wait for no hints from waterfalls or woods,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And his mere word makes despots tremble more</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than ever Brutus with his dagger could.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wait for no hints from waterfalls or woods,</span><br > <span class="i0">Nor dream that tales of red men, brute and -fierce,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Repay the finding of this Western World,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or needed half the globe to give them birth:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Spirit supreme of Freedom! not for this</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did great Columbus tame his eagle soul</span><br /> +fierce,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Repay the finding of this Western World,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or needed half the globe to give them birth:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Spirit supreme of Freedom! not for this</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did great Columbus tame his eagle soul</span><br > <span class="i0">To jostle with the daws that perch in courts;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Not for this, friendless, on an unknown sea,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Not for this, friendless, on an unknown sea,</span><br > <span class="i0">Coping with mad waves and more mutinous -spirits,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Battled he with the dreadful ache at heart</span><br /> +spirits,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Battled he with the dreadful ache at heart</span><br > <span class="i0">Which tempts, with devilish subtleties of -doubt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hermit of that loneliest solitude,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The silent desert of a great New Thought;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though loud Niagara were to-day struck dumb,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet would this cataract of boiling life,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rush plunging on and on to endless deeps</span><br /> +doubt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hermit of that loneliest solitude,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The silent desert of a great New Thought;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though loud Niagara were to-day struck dumb,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet would this cataract of boiling life,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rush plunging on and on to endless deeps</span><br > <span class="i0">And utter thunder till the world shall -cease,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A thunder worthy of the poet's song,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And which alone can fill it with true life.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The high evangel to our country granted</span><br /> +cease,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">A thunder worthy of the poet's song,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And which alone can fill it with true life.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The high evangel to our country granted</span><br > <span class="i0">Could make apostles, yea, with tongues of -fire,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of hearts half-darkened back again to clay!</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis the soul only that is national,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he who pays true loyalty to that</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Alone can claim the wreath of patriotism.</span><br /> +fire,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of hearts half-darkened back again to clay!</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis the soul only that is national,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he who pays true loyalty to that</span><br > +<span class="i0">Alone can claim the wreath of patriotism.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Beloved! if I wander far and oft</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Beloved! if I wander far and oft</span><br > <span class="i0">From that which I believe, and feel, and -know,</span><br /> +know,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou wilt forgive, not with a sorrowing -heart,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > <span class="i0">But with a strengthened hope of better -things;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 293]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Knowing that I, though often blind and false</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To those I love, and O, more false than all</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Unto myself, have been most true to thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that whoso in one thing hath been true</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Can be as true in all. Therefore thy hope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May yet not prove unfruitful, and thy love</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meet, day by day, with less unworthy thanks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether, as now, we journey hand in hand</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, parted in the body, yet are one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In spirit and the love of holy things.</span><br /> +things;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 293]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Knowing that I, though often blind and false</span><br > +<span class="i0">To those I love, and O, more false than all</span><br > +<span class="i0">Unto myself, have been most true to thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that whoso in one thing hath been true</span><br > +<span class="i0">Can be as true in all. Therefore thy hope</span><br > +<span class="i0">May yet not prove unfruitful, and thy love</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meet, day by day, with less unworthy thanks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether, as now, we journey hand in hand</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, parted in the body, yet are one</span><br > +<span class="i0">In spirit and the love of holy things.</span><br > </div> -<p><a name="Vision" id="Vision"></a></p> +<p><a id="Vision"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL.</h4> <h4 class="smaller">PRELUDE TO PART FIRST.</h4> -<span class="i00">Over his keys the musing organist,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beginning doubtfully and far away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">First lets his fingers wander as they list,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Over his keys the musing organist,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beginning doubtfully and far away,</span><br > +<span class="i0">First lets his fingers wander as they list,</span><br > <span class="i2">And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his -lay:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, as the touch of his loved instrument</span><br /> +lay:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, as the touch of his loved instrument</span><br > <span class="i2">Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his -theme,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Along the wavering vista of his dream.</span><br /> +theme,</span><br > +<span class="i0">First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent</span><br > +<span class="i2">Along the wavering vista of his dream.</span><br > <span class="i08">* * * * *</span> -<span class="i04">Not only around our infancy</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Doth heaven with all its splendors lie,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">We Sinais climb and know it not.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Over our manhood bend the skies;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Against our fallen and traitor lives</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The great winds utter prophecies;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With our faint hearts the mountain strives,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its arms outstretched, the druid wood</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Waits with its benedicite;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to our age's drowsy blood</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still shouts the inspiring sea.</span><br /> +<span class="i04">Not only around our infancy</span><br > +<span class="i4">Doth heaven with all its splendors lie,</span><br > +<span class="i4">Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,</span><br > +<span class="i4">We Sinais climb and know it not.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Over our manhood bend the skies;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Against our fallen and traitor lives</span><br > +<span class="i0">The great winds utter prophecies;</span><br > +<span class="i2">With our faint hearts the mountain strives,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its arms outstretched, the druid wood</span><br > +<span class="i2">Waits with its benedicite;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to our age's drowsy blood</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still shouts the inspiring sea.</span><br > <span class="i00">Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in,</span><br > <span class="i0">The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives -us,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We bargain for the graves we lie in;</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 294]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">At the devil's booth are all things sold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For a cap and bells our lives we pay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Tis heaven alone that is given away,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis only God may be had for the asking,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No price is set on the lavish summer;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">June may be had by the poorest comer.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And what is so rare as a day in June?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then, if ever, come perfect days;</span><br /> +us,</span><br > +<span class="i2">We bargain for the graves we lie in;</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 294]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">At the devil's booth are all things sold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold;</span><br > +<span class="i2">For a cap and bells our lives we pay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking:</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Tis heaven alone that is given away,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis only God may be had for the asking,</span><br > +<span class="i0">No price is set on the lavish summer;</span><br > +<span class="i0">June may be had by the poorest comer.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And what is so rare as a day in June?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then, if ever, come perfect days;</span><br > <span class="i0">Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">And over it softly her warm ear lays:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether we look, or whether we listen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Every clod feels a stir of might,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">And over it softly her warm ear lays:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether we look, or whether we listen,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Every clod feels a stir of might,</span><br > <span class="i2">An instinct within it that reaches and -towers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, groping blindly above it for light,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The flush of life may well be seen</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thrilling back over hills and valleys;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The cowslip startles in meadows green,</span><br /> +towers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, groping blindly above it for light,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The flush of life may well be seen</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thrilling back over hills and valleys;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The cowslip startles in meadows green,</span><br > <span class="i2">The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">To be some happy creature's palace;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The little bird sits at his door in the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lets his illumined being o'errun</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With the deluge of summer it receives;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">To be some happy creature's palace;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The little bird sits at his door in the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Atilt like a blossom among the leaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lets his illumined being o'errun</span><br > +<span class="i2">With the deluge of summer it receives;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and -sings;</span><br /> +sings;</span><br > <span class="i0">He sings to the wide world, and she to her -nest,—</span><br /> +nest,—</span><br > <span class="i0">In the nice ear of Nature which song is the -best?</span><br /> +best?</span><br > -<span class="i00">Now is the high-tide of the year,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And whatever of life hath ebbed away</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Now is the high-tide of the year,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And whatever of life hath ebbed away</span><br > +<span class="i0">Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into every bare inlet and creek and bay;</span><br > <span class="i0">Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills -it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We are happy now because God wills it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No matter how barren the past may have been,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We are happy now because God wills it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No matter how barren the past may have been,</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are -green;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We sit in the warm shade and feel right well</span><br /> +green;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We sit in the warm shade and feel right well</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 295]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 295]</span><br > <span class="i0">How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">We may shut our eyes but we cannot help -knowing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That skies are clear and grass is growing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The breeze comes whispering in our ear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That dandelions are blossoming near,</span><br /> +knowing</span><br > +<span class="i0">That skies are clear and grass is growing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The breeze comes whispering in our ear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That dandelions are blossoming near,</span><br > <span class="i2">That maize has sprouted, that streams are -flowing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That the river is bluer than the sky,</span><br /> +flowing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That the river is bluer than the sky,</span><br > <span class="i0">That the robin is plastering his house hard -by;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And if the breeze kept the good news back,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For other couriers we should not lack;</span><br /> +by;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And if the breeze kept the good news back,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For other couriers we should not lack;</span><br > <span class="i2">We could guess it all by yon heifer's -lowing,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And hark! how clear bold chanticleer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Warmed with the new wine of the year,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Tells all in his lusty crowing!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Everything is happy now,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Everything is upward striving;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true</span><br /> +lowing,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And hark! how clear bold chanticleer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Warmed with the new wine of the year,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Tells all in his lusty crowing!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Everything is happy now,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Everything is upward striving;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true</span><br > <span class="i0">As for grass to be green or skies to be -blue,—</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Tis the natural way of living:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who knows whither the clouds have fled?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake;</span><br /> +blue,—</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Tis the natural way of living:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who knows whither the clouds have fled?</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake;</span><br > <span class="i0">And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The soul partakes the season's youth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What wonder if Sir Launfal now</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Remembered the keeping of his vow?</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The soul partakes the season's youth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.</span><br > +<span class="i0">What wonder if Sir Launfal now</span><br > +<span class="i0">Remembered the keeping of his vow?</span><br > </div> <div class="poem"> @@ -17334,376 +17315,376 @@ blue,—</span><br /> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00a">"My golden spurs now bring to me,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And bring to me my richest mail,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For to-morrow I go over land and sea</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In search of the Holy Grail;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shall never a bed for me be spread,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor shall a pillow be under my head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till I begin my vow to keep;</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"My golden spurs now bring to me,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And bring to me my richest mail,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For to-morrow I go over land and sea</span><br > +<span class="i2">In search of the Holy Grail;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shall never a bed for me be spread,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor shall a pillow be under my head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till I begin my vow to keep;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 296]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 296]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Here on the rushes will I sleep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And perchance there may come a vision true</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ere day create the world anew."</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Slowly Sir Launfal's eyes grew dim,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Slumber fell like a cloud on him,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And into his soul the vision flew.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Here on the rushes will I sleep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And perchance there may come a vision true</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ere day create the world anew."</span><br > +<span class="i2">Slowly Sir Launfal's eyes grew dim,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Slumber fell like a cloud on him,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And into his soul the vision flew.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">The crows flapped over by twos and threes,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The crows flapped over by twos and threes,</span><br > <span class="i0">In the pool drowsed the cattle up to their -knees,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The little birds sang as if it were</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The one day of summer in all the year,</span><br /> +knees,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The little birds sang as if it were</span><br > +<span class="i2">The one day of summer in all the year,</span><br > <span class="i0">And the very leaves seemed to sing on the -trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The castle alone in the landscape lay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray;</span><br /> +trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The castle alone in the landscape lay</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray;</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Twas the proudest hall in the North -Countree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And never its gates might opened be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save to lord or lady of high degree;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Summer besieged it on every side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But the churlish stone her assaults defied;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She could not scale the chilly wall,</span><br /> +Countree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And never its gates might opened be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save to lord or lady of high degree;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Summer besieged it on every side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But the churlish stone her assaults defied;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She could not scale the chilly wall,</span><br > <span class="i0">Though round it for leagues her pavilions -tall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stretched left and right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over the hills and out of sight;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Green and broad was every tent,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And out of each a murmur went</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till the breeze fell off at night.</span><br /> +tall</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stretched left and right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over the hills and out of sight;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Green and broad was every tent,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And out of each a murmur went</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till the breeze fell off at night.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">The drawbridge dropped with a surly clang,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And through the dark arch a charger sprang,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seemed the dark castle had gathered all</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The drawbridge dropped with a surly clang,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And through the dark arch a charger sprang,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seemed the dark castle had gathered all</span><br > <span class="i0">Those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its -wall</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In his siege of three hundred summers long,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, binding them all in one blazing sheaf,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had cast them forth: so, young and strong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lightsome as a locust-leaf,</span><br /> +wall</span><br > +<span class="i2">In his siege of three hundred summers long,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, binding them all in one blazing sheaf,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had cast them forth: so, young and strong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lightsome as a locust-leaf,</span><br > <span class="i0">Sir Launfal flashed forth in his unscarred -mail,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To seek in all climes for the Holy Grail.</span><br /> +mail,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To seek in all climes for the Holy Grail.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 297]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 297]</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> -<span class="i00">It was morning on hill and stream and tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And morning in the young knight's heart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Only the castle moodily</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And gloomed by itself apart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The season brimmed all other things up</span><br /> +<span class="i00">It was morning on hill and stream and tree,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And morning in the young knight's heart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Only the castle moodily</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And gloomed by itself apart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The season brimmed all other things up</span><br > <span class="i0">Full as the rain fills the pitcher-plant's -cup.</span><br /> +cup.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> <span class="i00">As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome -gate,</span><br /> +gate,</span><br > <span class="i2">He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the -same,</span><br /> +same,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who begged with his hand and moaned as he -sate;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And a loathing over Sir Launfal came;</span><br /> +sate;</span><br > +<span class="i2">And a loathing over Sir Launfal came;</span><br > <span class="i0">The sunshine went out of his soul with a -thrill,</span><br /> +thrill,</span><br > <span class="i2">The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and -crawl,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And midway its leap his heart stood still</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like a frozen waterfall;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For this man, so foul and bent of stature,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rasped harshly against his dainty nature,</span><br /> +crawl,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And midway its leap his heart stood still</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like a frozen waterfall;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For this man, so foul and bent of stature,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rasped harshly against his dainty nature,</span><br > <span class="i0">And seemed the one blot on the summer -morn,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So he tossed him a piece of gold in scorn.</span><br /> +morn,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">So he tossed him a piece of gold in scorn.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> -<span class="i00">The leper raised not the gold from the dust:</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Better to me the poor man's crust,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Better the blessing of the poor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though I turn me empty from his door;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The leper raised not the gold from the dust:</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Better to me the poor man's crust,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Better the blessing of the poor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though I turn me empty from his door;</span><br > <span class="i0">That is no true alms which the hand can hold;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">He gives nothing but worthless gold</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who gives from a sense of duty;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But he who gives a slender mite,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gives to that which is out of sight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">He gives nothing but worthless gold</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who gives from a sense of duty;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But he who gives a slender mite,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gives to that which is out of sight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty</span><br > <span class="i0">Which runs through all and doth all -unite,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The heart outstretches its eager palms,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For a god goes with it and makes it store</span><br /> +unite,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The heart outstretches its eager palms,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For a god goes with it and makes it store</span><br > <span class="i0">To the soul that was starving in darkness -before."</span><br /> +before."</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 298]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 298]</span><br > <h4 class="smaller">PRELUDE TO PART SECOND.</h4> <span class="i00">Down swept the chill wind from the mountain -peak,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the snow five thousand summers old;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">On open wold and hill-top bleak</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It had gathered all the cold,</span><br /> +peak,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the snow five thousand summers old;</span><br > +<span class="i0">On open wold and hill-top bleak</span><br > +<span class="i2">It had gathered all the cold,</span><br > <span class="i0">And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's -cheek</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It carried a shiver everywhere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The little brook heard it and built a roof</span><br /> +cheek</span><br > +<span class="i0">It carried a shiver everywhere</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The little brook heard it and built a roof</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Neath which he could house him, -winter-proof;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All night by the white stars' frosty gleams</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He groined his arches and matched his beams;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slender and clear were his crystal spars</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the lashes of light that trim the stars:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sculptured every summer delight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In his halls and chambers out of sight;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down through a frost-leaved forest-crypt,</span><br /> +winter-proof;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All night by the white stars' frosty gleams</span><br > +<span class="i0">He groined his arches and matched his beams;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slender and clear were his crystal spars</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the lashes of light that trim the stars:</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sculptured every summer delight</span><br > +<span class="i0">In his halls and chambers out of sight;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down through a frost-leaved forest-crypt,</span><br > <span class="i0">Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Bending to counterfeit a breeze;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But silvery mosses that downward grew;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With quaint arabesques of ice-fern leaf;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Bending to counterfeit a breeze;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew</span><br > +<span class="i0">But silvery mosses that downward grew;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief</span><br > +<span class="i0">With quaint arabesques of ice-fern leaf;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear</span><br > <span class="i0">For the gladness of heaven to shine through, and -here</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He had caught the nodding bulrush-tops</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And hung them thickly with diamond drops,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That crystalled the beams of moon and sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And made a star of every one:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No mortal builder's most rare device</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could match this winter-palace of ice;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Twas as if every image that mirrored lay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In his depths serene through the summer day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each fleeting shadow of earth and sky,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Lest the happy model should be lost,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had been mimicked in fairy masonry</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By the elfin builders of the frost.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Within the hall are song and laughter,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The cheeks of Christmas glow red and jolly,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sprouting is every corbel and rafter</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 299]</span><br /> - -<span class="i2">With lightsome green of ivy and holly;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through the deep gulf of the chimney wide</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wallows the Yule-log's roaring tide;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The broad flame-pennons droop and flap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And belly and tug as a flag in the wind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hunted to death in its galleries blind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And swift little troops of silent sparks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Now pausing, now scattering away as in fear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go threading the soot-forest's tangled darks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like herds of startled deer.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But the wind without was eager and sharp,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp,</span><br /> -<span class="i4">And rattles and wrings</span><br /> -<span class="i4">The icy strings,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Singing, in dreary monotone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A Christmas carol of its own,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whose burden still, as he might guess,</span><br /> +here</span><br > +<span class="i0">He had caught the nodding bulrush-tops</span><br > +<span class="i0">And hung them thickly with diamond drops,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That crystalled the beams of moon and sun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And made a star of every one:</span><br > +<span class="i0">No mortal builder's most rare device</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could match this winter-palace of ice;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Twas as if every image that mirrored lay</span><br > +<span class="i0">In his depths serene through the summer day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each fleeting shadow of earth and sky,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Lest the happy model should be lost,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had been mimicked in fairy masonry</span><br > +<span class="i2">By the elfin builders of the frost.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Within the hall are song and laughter,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The cheeks of Christmas glow red and jolly,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sprouting is every corbel and rafter</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 299]</span><br > + +<span class="i2">With lightsome green of ivy and holly;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through the deep gulf of the chimney wide</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wallows the Yule-log's roaring tide;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The broad flame-pennons droop and flap</span><br > +<span class="i2">And belly and tug as a flag in the wind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hunted to death in its galleries blind;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And swift little troops of silent sparks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Now pausing, now scattering away as in fear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go threading the soot-forest's tangled darks</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like herds of startled deer.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But the wind without was eager and sharp,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp,</span><br > +<span class="i4">And rattles and wrings</span><br > +<span class="i4">The icy strings,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Singing, in dreary monotone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A Christmas carol of its own,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whose burden still, as he might guess,</span><br > <span class="i2">Was—"Shelterless, shelterless, -shelterless!"</span><br /> +shelterless!"</span><br > <span class="i00">The voice of the seneschal flared like a -torch</span><br /> +torch</span><br > <span class="i0">As he shouted the wanderer away from the -porch,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he sat in the gateway and saw all night</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The great hall-fire, so cheery and bold,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Through the window-slits of the castle old,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Build out its piers of ruddy light</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Against the drift of the cold.</span><br /> +porch,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he sat in the gateway and saw all night</span><br > +<span class="i2">The great hall-fire, so cheery and bold,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Through the window-slits of the castle old,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Build out its piers of ruddy light</span><br > +<span class="i0">Against the drift of the cold.</span><br > <h4><span class="smcap">Part Second.</span></h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i00">There was never a leaf on bush or tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bare boughs rattled shudderingly;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The river was numb and could not speak,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A single crow on the tree-top bleak</span><br /> +<span class="i00">There was never a leaf on bush or tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bare boughs rattled shudderingly;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The river was numb and could not speak,</span><br > +<span class="i2">For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A single crow on the tree-top bleak</span><br > <span class="i2">From his shining feathers shed off the cold -sun.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Again it was morning, but shrunk and cold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if her veins were sapless and old,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And she rose up decrepitly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For a last dim look at earth and sea.</span><br /> +sun.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Again it was morning, but shrunk and cold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if her veins were sapless and old,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And she rose up decrepitly</span><br > +<span class="i0">For a last dim look at earth and sea.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 300]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 300]</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> -<span class="i00">Sir Launfal turned from his own hard gate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For another heir in his earldom sate;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An old, bent man, worn out and frail,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He came back from seeking the Holy Grail;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Little he recked of his earldom's loss,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Sir Launfal turned from his own hard gate,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For another heir in his earldom sate;</span><br > +<span class="i0">An old, bent man, worn out and frail,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He came back from seeking the Holy Grail;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Little he recked of his earldom's loss,</span><br > <span class="i0">No more on his surcoat was blazoned the -cross,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But deep in his soul the sign he wore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The badge of the suffering and the poor.</span><br /> +cross,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But deep in his soul the sign he wore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The badge of the suffering and the poor.</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i00">Sir Launfal's raiment thin and spare</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was idle mail 'gainst the barbèd air,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For it was just at the Christmas time;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier clime,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And sought for a shelter from cold and snow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the light and warmth of long-ago;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sees the snake-like caravan crawl</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Sir Launfal's raiment thin and spare</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was idle mail 'gainst the barbèd air,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For it was just at the Christmas time;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier clime,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And sought for a shelter from cold and snow</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the light and warmth of long-ago;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sees the snake-like caravan crawl</span><br > <span class="i0">O'er the edge of the desert, black and small,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Then nearer and nearer, till, one by one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He can count the camels in the sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As over the red-hot sands they pass</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To where, in its slender necklace of grass,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Then nearer and nearer, till, one by one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He can count the camels in the sun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As over the red-hot sands they pass</span><br > +<span class="i0">To where, in its slender necklace of grass,</span><br > <span class="i0">The little spring laughed and leapt in the -shade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And with its own self like an infant played,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And waved its signal of palms.</span><br /> +shade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And with its own self like an infant played,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And waved its signal of palms.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> <span class="i00a">"For Christ's sweet sake, I beg an -alms;"—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The happy camels may reach the spring,</span><br /> +alms;"—</span><br > +<span class="i0">The happy camels may reach the spring,</span><br > <span class="i0">But Sir Launfal sees only the grewsome thing,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The leper, lank as the rain-blanched bone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That cowers beside him, a thing as lone</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And white as the ice-isles of Northern seas</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the desolate horror of his disease.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The leper, lank as the rain-blanched bone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That cowers beside him, a thing as lone</span><br > +<span class="i0">And white as the ice-isles of Northern seas</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the desolate horror of his disease.</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> <span class="i00">And Sir Launfal said,—"I behold in thee</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">An image of Him who died on the tree;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">An image of Him who died on the tree;</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou also hast had thy crown of -thorns,—</span><br /> +thorns,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Thou also hast had the world's buffets and -scorns,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And to thy life were not denied</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The wounds in the hands and feet and side:</span><br /> +scorns,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">And to thy life were not denied</span><br > +<span class="i0">The wounds in the hands and feet and side:</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 301]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 301]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behold, through him, I give to thee!"</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behold, through him, I give to thee!"</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> <span class="i00">Then the soul of the leper stood up in his -eyes</span><br /> +eyes</span><br > <span class="i2">And looked at Sir Launfal, and straightway he</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Remembered in what a haughtier guise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He had flung an alms to leprosie,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Remembered in what a haughtier guise</span><br > +<span class="i2">He had flung an alms to leprosie,</span><br > <span class="i0">When he girt his young life up in gilded mail</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And set forth in search of the Holy Grail.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The heart within him was ashes and dust;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He parted in twain his single crust,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gave the leper to eat and drink,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Twas a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Twas water out of a wooden bowl,—</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And set forth in search of the Holy Grail.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The heart within him was ashes and dust;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He parted in twain his single crust,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gave the leper to eat and drink,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Twas a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread,</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Twas water out of a wooden bowl,—</span><br > <span class="i0">Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper -fed,</span><br /> +fed,</span><br > <span class="i2">And 'twas red wine he drank with his thirsty -soul.</span><br /> +soul.</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i00">As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A light shone round about the place;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The leper no longer crouched at his side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But stood before him glorified,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Shining and tall and fair and straight</span><br /> +<span class="i00">As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A light shone round about the place;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The leper no longer crouched at his side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But stood before him glorified,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Shining and tall and fair and straight</span><br > <span class="i0">As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful -Gate,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Himself the Gate whereby men can</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Enter the temple of God in Man.</span><br /> +Gate,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Himself the Gate whereby men can</span><br > +<span class="i0">Enter the temple of God in Man.</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> <span class="i00">His words were shed softer than leaves from the -pine,</span><br /> +pine,</span><br > <span class="i0">And they fell on Sir Launfal as snows on the -brine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which mingle their softness and quiet in one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With the shaggy unrest they float down upon;</span><br /> +brine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which mingle their softness and quiet in one</span><br > +<span class="i0">With the shaggy unrest they float down upon;</span><br > <span class="i0">And the voice that was calmer than silence -said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Lo, it is I, be not afraid!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In many climes, without avail,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behold it is here,—this cup which thou</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This crust is my body broken for thee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This water His blood that died on the tree;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Holy Supper is kept, indeed,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 302]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">In whatso we share with another's need;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not what we give, but what we share,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the gift without the giver is bare;</span><br /> +said,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Lo, it is I, be not afraid!</span><br > +<span class="i0">In many climes, without avail,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behold it is here,—this cup which thou</span><br > +<span class="i0">Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now;</span><br > +<span class="i0">This crust is my body broken for thee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">This water His blood that died on the tree;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Holy Supper is kept, indeed,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 302]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">In whatso we share with another's need;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not what we give, but what we share,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the gift without the giver is bare;</span><br > <span class="i0">Who gives himself with his alms feeds -three,—</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me."</span><br /> +three,—</span><br > +<span class="i0">Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me."</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> -<span class="i00">Sir Launfal awoke as from a swound:—</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"The Grail in my castle here is found!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hang my idle armor up on the wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let it be the spider's banquet hall;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He must be fenced with stronger mail</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Sir Launfal awoke as from a swound:—</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"The Grail in my castle here is found!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hang my idle armor up on the wall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let it be the spider's banquet hall;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He must be fenced with stronger mail</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."</span><br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i00">The castle gate stands open now,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And the wanderer is welcome to the hall</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">No longer scowl the turrets tall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The Summer's long siege at last is o'er;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The castle gate stands open now,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And the wanderer is welcome to the hall</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough;</span><br > +<span class="i2">No longer scowl the turrets tall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The Summer's long siege at last is o'er;</span><br > <span class="i0">When the first poor outcast went in at the -door,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She entered with him in disguise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And mastered the fortress by surprise;</span><br /> +door,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She entered with him in disguise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And mastered the fortress by surprise;</span><br > <span class="i0">There is no spot she loves so well on ground,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">She lingers and smiles there the whole year -round;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Has hall and bower at his command;</span><br /> +round;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land</span><br > +<span class="i0">Has hall and bower at his command;</span><br > <span class="i0">And there's no poor man in the North Countree</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">But is lord of the earldom as much as he.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">But is lord of the earldom as much as he.</span><br > </div> <p class="blockquote"> <span class="smcap">Note</span>.—According @@ -17726,11 +17707,11 @@ in such a manner as to include, not only other persons than the heroes of the Round Table, but also a period of time subsequent to the date of King Arthur's reign.</p> -<p><a name="Fable" id="Fable"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 303] +<p><a id="Fable"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 303] </span></p> <p class="p4 center"><span class="smcap">Reader!</span> <i>walk up at -once (it will soon be too late)<br /> and buy at a perfectly ruinous +once (it will soon be too late)<br > and buy at a perfectly ruinous rate</i></p> <p class="center">A</p> @@ -17740,7 +17721,7 @@ rate</i></p> <p class="center smaller">OR, BETTER,</p> <p class="center">(<i>I like, as a thing that the reader's first fancy -may strike,<br /> an old-fashioned title-page,<br /> such as presents a +may strike,<br > an old-fashioned title-page,<br > such as presents a tabular view of the volume's contents</i>)</p> <p class="center larger">A GLANCE</p> @@ -17763,12 +17744,12 @@ tabular view of the volume's contents</i>)</p> Wonderful Quiz,</ins></b></p> <p class="center"><i>who accompanies himself with a rub-a-dub-dub, full -of<br /> spirit and grace, on the top of the tub</i>.</p> +of<br > spirit and grace, on the top of the tub</i>.</p> <p class="center"><span class="smcap">Set forth in October, the 31st -day,<br /> In the year '48, G. P. Putnam, Broadway.</span></p> +day,<br > In the year '48, G. P. Putnam, Broadway.</span></p> -<p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 304]</span><br /> +<p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 304]</span><br > <span class="pagenum">[Pg 305]</span></p> <p>It being the commonest mode of procedure, I premise a few candid @@ -17865,7 +17846,7 @@ those with whom <i>your</i> verdict weighed not a pin, unsustained by the higher court sitting within.</p> <p>But I wander from what I intended to say—that you have, namely, -shown such a liberal way of thinking, and so much æsthetic perception of +shown such a liberal way of thinking, and so much æsthetic perception of anonymous worth in the handsome reception you gave to my book, spite of some private piques, (having bought the first thousand in barely two weeks,) that I <span class="pagenum">[Pg 307]</span> think, past a doubt, @@ -17908,8 +17889,7 @@ edition, I have been crushed, scorched, withered, used up and put down, faith in my rhymes, to the number of ninety-five several times, and, while I am writing—I tremble to think of it, for I may at this moment be just on the brink of it—Molybdostom, angry at being -omitted, has begun a critique,—am I not to be pitied?<a -name="fnanchor_B" id="fnanchor_B"></a><a href="#footnote_B" +omitted, has begun a critique,—am I not to be pitied?<a id="fnanchor_B"></a><a href="#footnote_B" class="fnanchor"><sup>[B]</sup></a></p> <p>Now I shall not crush <i>them</i> since, indeed, for that matter, no @@ -17960,8 +17940,7 @@ queasy-stomached, but such a Thyestean banquet as that was quite out of the question.</p> <p>In the edition now issued, no pains are neglected, and my verses, as -orators say, stand corrected. Yet some blunders <span class="pagenum"><a -name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> remain of the public's +orators say, stand corrected. Yet some blunders <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> remain of the public's own make, which I wish to correct for my personal sake. For instance, a character drawn in pure fun and condensing the traits of a dozen in one, has been, as I hear by some persons applied to a good friend of mine, @@ -17985,7 +17964,7 @@ there are always two ends (and one of them heaviest, too) to a staff, and two parties also to every good laugh.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_B" id="footnote_B"></a> +<a id="footnote_B"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_B">[B]</a> The wise Scandinavians probably called their bards by the queer-looking title of Scald, in a delicate way, as it were, just to hint to the @@ -17998,3621 +17977,3613 @@ and two parties also to every good laugh.</p> <h4>A FABLE FOR CRITICS.</h4> <span class="i02g">Phœbus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's -shade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,</span><br /> +shade,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For the god being one day too warm in his -wooing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">She took to the tree to escape his pursuing;</span><br /> +wooing,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">She took to the tree to escape his pursuing;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Be the cause what it might, from his offers she -shrunk,</span><br /> +shrunk,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a -trunk;</span><br /> +trunk;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, though 'twas a step into which he had driven -her,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He somehow or other had never forgiven her;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic,</span><br /> +her,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He somehow or other had never forgiven her;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Something bitter to chew when he'd play the -Byronic,</span><br /> +Byronic,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And I can't count the obstinate nymphs that he brought -over,</span><br /> +over,</span><br > <span class="i0g">By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought of -her.</span><br /> +her.</span><br > <span class="i0g">"My case is like Dido's," he sometimes -remark'd,</span><br /> +remark'd,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"When I last saw my love, she was fairly -embark'd,</span><br /> +embark'd,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In a laurel, as <i>she</i> thought—but (ah how -Fate mocks!)</span><br /> +Fate mocks!)</span><br > <span class="i0g">She has found it by this time a very bad box;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Let hunters from me take this saw when they need -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">—You're not always sure of your game when you've -treed it.</span><br /> +treed it.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just conceive such a change taking place in one's -mistress!</span><br /> +mistress!</span><br > <span class="i0g">What romance would be left?—who can flatter or -kiss trees?</span><br /> +kiss trees?</span><br > <span class="i0g">And for mercy's sake, how could one keep up a -dialogue</span><br /> +dialogue</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a dull wooden thing that will live and will die a -log,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +log,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Not to say that the thought would forever -intrude</span><br /> +intrude</span><br > <span class="i0g">That you've less chance to win her the more she is -wood?</span><br /> +wood?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ah! it went to my heart, and the memory still -grieves,</span><br /> +grieves,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To see those loved graces all taking their -leaves;</span><br /> +leaves;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Those charms beyond speech, so enchanting but -now,</span><br /> +now,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As they left me forever, each making its -bough!</span><br /> +bough!</span><br > <span class="i0g">If her tongue <i>had</i> a tang sometimes more than was -right,</span><br /> +right,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Her new bark is worse than ten times her old -bite."</span><br /> +bite."</span><br > <span class="i02">Now, Daphne,—before she was happily -treeified,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +treeified,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Over all other blossoms the lily had deified,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">And when she expected the god on a visit,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">And when she expected the god on a visit,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 311]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 311]</span><br > <span class="i0g">('Twas before he had made his intentions -explicit,)</span><br /> +explicit,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some buds she arranged with a vast deal of -care,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To look as if artlessly twined in her hair,</span><br /> +care,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To look as if artlessly twined in her hair,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where they seemed, as he said, when he paid his -addresses,</span><br /> +addresses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like the day breaking through the long night of her -tresses;</span><br /> +tresses;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So whenever he wished to be quite -irresistible,</span><br /> +irresistible,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like a man with eight trumps in his hand at a -whist-table,</span><br /> +whist-table,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(I feared me at first that the rhyme was -untwistable,</span><br /> +untwistable,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though I might have lugged in an allusion to -Cristabel,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Cristabel,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">He would take up a lily, and gloomily look in -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As I shall at the ——, when they cut up my -book in it.</span><br /> +book in it.</span><br > <span class="i02">Well, here, after all the bad rhyme I've been -spinning,</span><br /> +spinning,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I've got back at last to my story's -beginning:</span><br /> +beginning:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sitting there, as I say, in the shade of his -mistress,</span><br /> +mistress,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As dull as a volume of old Chester mysteries,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Or as those puzzling specimens, which, in old -histories,</span><br /> +histories,</span><br > <span class="i0g">We read of his verses—the Oracles, -namely,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +namely,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">(I wonder the Greeks should have swallowed them -tamely,</span><br /> +tamely,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For one might bet safely whatever he has to -risk,</span><br /> +risk,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They were laid at his door by some ancient Miss -Asterisk,</span><br /> +Asterisk,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And so dull that the men who retailed them -out-doors</span><br /> +out-doors</span><br > <span class="i0g">Got the ill name of augurs, because they were -bores,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +bores,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">First, he mused what the animal substance or herb -is</span><br /> +is</span><br > <span class="i0g">Would induce a moustache, for you know he's -<i>imberbis</i>;</span><br /> +<i>imberbis</i>;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then he shuddered to think how his youthful -position</span><br /> +position</span><br > <span class="i0g">Was assailed by the age of his son the -physician;</span><br /> +physician;</span><br > <span class="i0g">At some poems he glanced, had been sent to him -lately,</span><br /> +lately,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the metre and sentiment puzzled him -greatly.</span><br /> +greatly.</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Mehercle! I'd make such proceedings -felonious,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +felonious,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Have they all of them slept in the cave of -Trophonius?</span><br /> +Trophonius?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Look well to your seat, 'tis like taking an -airing</span><br /> +airing</span><br > <span class="i0g">On a corduroy road, and that out of -repairing;</span><br /> +repairing;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It leads one, 'tis true, through the primitive -forest,</span><br /> +forest,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Grand natural features—but, then, one has no -rest;</span><br /> +rest;</span><br > <span class="i0g">You just catch a glimpse of some ravishing -distance,</span><br /> +distance,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When a jolt puts the whole of it out of -existence,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +existence,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Why not use their ears, if they happen to have -any?"</span><br /> +any?"</span><br > <span class="i0g">—Here the laurel-leaves murmured the name of poor -Daphne.</span><br /> +Daphne.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"O, weep with me, Daphne," he sighed, "for you know -it's</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A terrible thing to be pestered with poets!</span><br /> +it's</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A terrible thing to be pestered with poets!</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 312]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 312]</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, alas, she is dumb, and the proverb holds -good,</span><br /> +good,</span><br > <span class="i0g">She never will cry till she's out of the -wood!</span><br /> +wood!</span><br > <span class="i0g">What wouldn't I give if I never had known of -her?</span><br /> +her?</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twere a kind of relief had I something to groan -over;</span><br /> +over;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If I had but some letters of hers, now, to toss -over,</span><br /> +over,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I might turn for the nonce a Byronic -philosopher,</span><br /> +philosopher,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And bewitch all the flats by bemoaning the loss of -her.</span><br /> +her.</span><br > <span class="i0g">One needs something tangible, though to begin -on<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +on<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">A loom, as it were, for the fancy to spin on;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">What boots all your grist? it can never be -ground</span><br /> +ground</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till a breeze makes the arms of the windmill go -round,</span><br /> +round,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Or, if 'tis a water-mill, alter the -metaphor,</span><br /> +metaphor,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And say it won't stir, save the wheel be well wet -afore,</span><br /> +afore,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or lug in some stuff about water 'so -dreamily,'<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +dreamily,'<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">It is not a metaphor, though, 'tis a simile;)</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">A lily, perhaps, would set <i>my</i> mill -agoing,</span><br /> +agoing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For just at this season, I think, they are -blowing,</span><br /> +blowing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Here, somebody, fetch one, not very far hence</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">They're in bloom by the score, 'tis but climbing a -fence;</span><br /> +fence;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's a poet hard by, who does nothing but fill -his</span><br /> +his</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whole garden, from one end to t'other, with -lilies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A very good plan, were it not for satiety,</span><br /> +lilies;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A very good plan, were it not for satiety,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One longs for a weed here and there, for -variety;</span><br /> +variety;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though a weed is no more than a flower in -disguise,</span><br /> +disguise,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which is seen through at once, if love give a man -eyes."</span><br /> +eyes."</span><br > <span class="i02">Now there happened to be among Phœbus's -followers,</span><br /> +followers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A gentleman, one of the omnivorous -swallowers,</span><br /> +swallowers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who bolt every book that comes out of the -press,</span><br /> +press,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Without the least question of larger or less,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Whose stomachs are strong at the expense of their -head,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +head,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">For reading new books is like eating new -bread,</span><br /> +bread,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One can bear it at first, but by gradual steps -he</span><br /> +he</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is brought to death's door of a mental -dyspepsy.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">On a previous stage of existence, our Hero</span><br /> +dyspepsy.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">On a previous stage of existence, our Hero</span><br > <span class="i0g">Had ridden outside, with the glass below -zero;</span><br /> +zero;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He had been, 'tis a fact you may safely rely -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of a very old stock a most eminent -scion,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +scion,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">A stock all fresh quacks their fierce boluses ply -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who stretch the new boots Earth's unwilling to try -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whom humbugs of all shapes and sorts keep their eye -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose hair's in the mortar of every new Zion,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Who, when whistles are dear, go directly and buy -one,</span><br /> +one,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 313]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 313]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who think slavery a crime that we must not say fie -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who hunt, if they e'er hunt at all, with the -lion,</span><br /> +lion,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though they hunt lions also, whenever they spy -one,)</span><br /> +one,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who contrive to make every good fortune a wry -one,</span><br /> +one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And at last choose the hard bed of honor to die -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose pedigree traced to earth's earliest -years,</span><br /> +years,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is longer than anything else but their -ears;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +ears;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">In short, he was sent into life with the wrong -key,</span><br /> +key,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He unlocked the door, and stept forth a poor -donkey.</span><br /> +donkey.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though kicked and abused by his bipedal -betters,</span><br /> +betters,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet he filled no mean place in the kingdom of -letters;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Far happier than many a literary hack,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He bore only paper-mill rags on his back;</span><br /> +letters;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Far happier than many a literary hack,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He bore only paper-mill rags on his back;</span><br > <span class="i0g">(For it makes a vast difference which side the -mill</span><br /> +mill</span><br > <span class="i0g">One expends on the paper his labor and -skill;)</span><br /> +skill;)</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, when his soul waited a new -transmigration,</span><br /> +transmigration,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And Destiny balanced 'twixt this and that -station,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Not having much time to expend upon bothers,</span><br /> +station,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Not having much time to expend upon bothers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Remembering he'd had some connection with -authors,</span><br /> +authors,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And considering his four legs had grown -paralytic,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +paralytic,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">She set him on two, and he came forth a -critic.</span><br /> +critic.</span><br > <span class="i02">Through his babyhood no kind of pleasure he -took</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In any amusement but tearing a book;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">For him there was no intermediate stage,</span><br /> +took</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In any amusement but tearing a book;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">For him there was no intermediate stage,</span><br > <span class="i0g">From babyhood up to straight-laced middle -age;</span><br /> +age;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There were years when he didn't wear coat-tails -behind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But a boy he could never be rightly defined;</span><br /> +behind,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But a boy he could never be rightly defined;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like the Irish Good Folk, though in length scarce a -span,</span><br /> +span,</span><br > <span class="i0g">From the womb he came gravely, a little old -man;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">While other boys' trousers demanded the toil</span><br /> +man;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">While other boys' trousers demanded the toil</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of the motherly fingers on all kinds of soil,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Red, yellow, brown, black, clayey, gravelly, -loamy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He sat in the corner and read Viri Romæ.</span><br /> +loamy,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He sat in the corner and read Viri Romæ.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He never was known to unbend or to revel once</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">In base, marbles, hockey, or kick up the devil -once;</span><br /> +once;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He was just one of those who excite the -benevolence</span><br /> +benevolence</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of your old prigs who sound the soul's depths with a -ledger,</span><br /> +ledger,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And are on the lookout for some young men to -"edger</span><br /> +"edger</span><br > <span class="i4">cate," as they call it, who won't be too -costly,</span><br /> +costly,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And who'll afterward take to the ministry -mostly;</span><br /> +mostly;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who always wear spectacles, always look -bilious,</span><br /> +bilious,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Always keep on good terms with each -<i>mater-familias</i></span><br /> +<i>mater-familias</i></span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 314]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 314]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Throughout the whole parish, and manage to -rear</span><br /> +rear</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ten boys like themselves, on four hundred a -year;</span><br /> +year;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who, fulfilling in turn the same fearful -conditions,</span><br /> +conditions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Either preach through their noses, or go upon -missions.</span><br /> +missions.</span><br > -<span class="i02">In this way our hero got safely to college,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">In this way our hero got safely to college,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where he bolted alike both his commons and -knowledge;</span><br /> +knowledge;</span><br > <span class="i0g">A reading-machine, always wound up and going,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">He mastered whatever was not worth the -knowing,</span><br /> +knowing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Appeared in a gown, and a vest of black -satin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To spout such a Gothic oration in Latin,</span><br /> +satin,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To spout such a Gothic oration in Latin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That Tully could never have made out a word in -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though himself was the model the author preferred in -it,)</span><br /> +it,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">And grasping the parchment which gave him in -fee,</span><br /> +fee,</span><br > <span class="i0g">All the mystic and-so-forths contained in A. -B.,</span><br /> +B.,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He was launched (life is always compared to a -sea,)</span><br /> +sea,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">With just enough learning, and skill for the using -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To prove he'd a brain, by forever confusing -it.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">So worthy Saint Benedict, piously burning</span><br /> +it.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">So worthy Saint Benedict, piously burning</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the holiest zeal against secular -learning,</span><br /> +learning,</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>Nesciensque scienter</i>, as writers express -it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g"><i>Indoctusque sapienter â Româ recessit.</i></span> -<br /> +it,</span><br > +<span class="i0g"><i>Indoctusque sapienter â Româ recessit.</i></span> +<br > <span class="i02">'Twould be endless to tell you the things that he -knew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">All separate facts, undeniably true,</span><br /> +knew,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">All separate facts, undeniably true,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But with him or each other they'd nothing to -do;</span><br /> +do;</span><br > <span class="i0g">No power of combining, arranging, discerning,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Digested the masses he learned into learning;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">There was one thing in life he had practical knowledge -for,</span><br /> +for,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(And this, you will think, he need scarce go to college -for,)</span><br /> +for,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not a deed would he do, nor a word would he -utter,</span><br /> +utter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till he'd weighed its relations to plain bread and -butter.</span><br /> +butter.</span><br > <span class="i0g">When he left Alma Mater, he practised his -wits</span><br /> +wits</span><br > <span class="i0g">In compiling the journals' historical -bits,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of shops broken open, men falling in fits,</span><br /> +bits,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of shops broken open, men falling in fits,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Great fortunes in England bequeathed to poor -printers,</span><br /> +printers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And cold spells, the coldest for many past -winters,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +winters,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Then, rising by industry, knack, and address,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Got notices up for an unbiassed press,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Got notices up for an unbiassed press,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a mind so wellpoised, it seemed equally made -for</span><br /> +for</span><br > <span class="i0g">Applause or abuse, just which chanced to be paid -for;</span><br /> +for;</span><br > <span class="i0g">From this point his progress was rapid and -sure,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To the post of a regular heavy reviewer.</span><br /> +sure,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To the post of a regular heavy reviewer.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 315]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 315]</span><br > <span class="i02">And here I must say he wrote excellent -articles</span><br /> +articles</span><br > <span class="i0g">On the Hebraic points, or the force of Greek -particles,</span><br /> +particles,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They filled up the space nothing else was prepared -for;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And nobody read that which nobody cared for;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">If any old book reached a fiftieth edition,</span><br /> +for;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And nobody read that which nobody cared for;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">If any old book reached a fiftieth edition,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He could fill forty pages with safe -erudition,</span><br /> +erudition,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He could gauge the old books by the old set of -rules,</span><br /> +rules,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And his very old nothings pleased very old -fools;</span><br /> +fools;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But give him a new book, fresh out of the -heart,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And you put him at sea without compass or -chart,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">His blunders aspired to the rank of an art;</span><br /> +chart,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">His blunders aspired to the rank of an art;</span><br > <span class="i0g">For his lore was engraft, something foreign that grew -in him,</span><br /> +in him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Exhausting the sap of the native and true in -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So that when a man came with a soul that was new in -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Carving new forms of truth out of Nature's old -granite,</span><br /> +granite,</span><br > <span class="i0g">New and old at their birth, like Le Verrier's -planet,</span><br /> +planet,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which, to get a true judgment, themselves must -create</span><br /> +create</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the soul of their critic the measure and -weight,</span><br /> +weight,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Being rather themselves a fresh standard of -grace,</span><br /> +grace,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To compute their own judge, and assign him his -place,</span><br /> +place,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our reviewer would crawl all about it and round -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, reporting each circumstance just as he found -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Without the least malice,—his record would -be</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Profoundly æsthetic as that of a flea,</span><br /> +be</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Profoundly æsthetic as that of a flea,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which, supping on Wordsworth, should print, for our -sakes,</span><br /> +sakes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Recollections of nights with the Bard of the -Lakes,</span><br /> +Lakes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or, borne by an Arab guide, ventured to render -a</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">General view of the ruins of Denderah.</span><br /> +a</span><br > +<span class="i0g">General view of the ruins of Denderah.</span><br > -<span class="i02">As I said, he was never precisely unkind,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">As I said, he was never precisely unkind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The defect in his brain was just absence of -mind;</span><br /> +mind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he boasted, 'twas simply that he was -self-made,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A position which I, for one, never gainsaid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">My respect for my Maker supposing a skill</span><br /> +self-made,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A position which I, for one, never gainsaid,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">My respect for my Maker supposing a skill</span><br > <span class="i0g">In his works which our hero would answer but -ill;</span><br /> +ill;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And I trust that the mould which he used may be -cracked, or he</span><br /> +cracked, or he</span><br > <span class="i0g">Made bold by success, may enlarge his -phylactery,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And set up a kind of a man-manufactory,</span><br /> +phylactery,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And set up a kind of a man-manufactory,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An event which I shudder to think about, -seeing</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">That Man is a moral, accountable being.</span><br /> +seeing</span><br > +<span class="i0g">That Man is a moral, accountable being.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 316]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 316]</span><br > <span class="i02">He meant well enough, but was still in the -way</span><br /> +way</span><br > <span class="i0g">As a dunce always is, let him be where he -may;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Indeed, they appear to come into existence</span><br /> +may;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Indeed, they appear to come into existence</span><br > <span class="i0g">To impede other folks with their awkward -assistance;</span><br /> +assistance;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If you set up a dunce on the very North pole,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">All alone with himself, I believe, on my -soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He'd manage to get betwixt somebody's shins,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And pitch him down bodily, all in his sins,</span><br /> +soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He'd manage to get betwixt somebody's shins,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And pitch him down bodily, all in his sins,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the grave polar bears sitting round on the -ice,</span><br /> +ice,</span><br > <span class="i0g">All shortening their grace, to be in for a -slice;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Or, if he found nobody else there to pother,</span><br /> +slice;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Or, if he found nobody else there to pother,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, one of his legs would just trip up the -other,</span><br /> +other,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For there's nothing we read of in torture's -inventions,</span><br /> +inventions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of -intentions.</span><br /> +intentions.</span><br > -<span class="i02">A terrible fellow to meet in society,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">A terrible fellow to meet in society,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not the toast that he buttered was ever so dry at -tea;</span><br /> +tea;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There he'd sit at the table and stir in his -sugar,</span><br /> +sugar,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Crouching close for a spring, all the while, like a -cougar;</span><br /> +cougar;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Be sure of your facts, of your measures and -weights,</span><br /> +weights,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of your time—he's as fond as an Arab of -dates;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +dates;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">You'll be telling, perhaps, in your comical -way,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of something you've seen in the course of the -day;</span><br /> +day;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, just as you're tapering out the -conclusion,</span><br /> +conclusion,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You venture an ill-fated classic -allusion,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +allusion,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">The girls have all got their laughs ready, when, -whack!</span><br /> +whack!</span><br > <span class="i0g">The cougar comes down on your thunderstruck -back!</span><br /> +back!</span><br > <span class="i0g">You had left out a comma,—your Greek's put in -joint,</span><br /> +joint,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And pointed at cost of your story's whole -point.</span><br /> +point.</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the course of the evening, you venture on -certain</span><br /> +certain</span><br > <span class="i0g">Soft speeches to Anne, in the shade of the -curtain;</span><br /> +curtain;</span><br > <span class="i0g">You tell her your heart can be likened to one -flower,</span><br /> +flower,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"And that, oh most charming of women, 's the -sunflower,</span><br /> +sunflower,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which turns"—here a clear nasal voice, to your -terror,</span><br /> +terror,</span><br > <span class="i0g">From outside the curtain, says "that's all an -error."</span><br /> +error."</span><br > <span class="i0g">As for him, he's—no matter, he never grew -tender,</span><br /> +tender,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sitting after a ball, with his feet on the -fender,</span><br /> +fender,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shaping somebody's sweet features out of cigar -smoke,</span><br /> +smoke,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though he'd willingly grant you that such doings are -smoke;)</span><br /> +smoke;)</span><br > <span class="i0g">All women he damns with <i>mutabile -semper</i>,</span><br /> +semper</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And if ever he felt something like love's -distemper,</span><br /> +distemper,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twas towards a young lady who spoke ancient -Mexican,</span><br /> +Mexican,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 317]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 317]</span><br > -<span class="i0g">And assisted her father in making a lexicon;</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">And assisted her father in making a lexicon;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though I recollect hearing him get quite -ferocious</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">About Mary Clausum, the mistress of Grotius,</span><br /> +ferocious</span><br > +<span class="i0g">About Mary Clausum, the mistress of Grotius,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or something of that sort,—but, no more to bore -ye</span><br /> +ye</span><br > <span class="i0g">With character-painting, I'll turn to my -story.</span><br /> +story.</span><br > <span class="i02">Now, Apollo, who finds it convenient -sometimes</span><br /> +sometimes</span><br > <span class="i0g">To get his court clear of the makers of -rhymes,</span><br /> +rhymes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The <i>genus</i>, I think it is called, -<i>irritabile</i>,</span><br /> +<i>irritabile</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Every one of whom thinks himself treated most -shabbily,</span><br /> +shabbily,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And nurses a—what is -it?—<i>immedicabile</i>,</span><br /> +it?—<i>immedicabile</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which keeps him at boiling-point, hot for a -quarrel,</span><br /> +quarrel,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As bitter as wormwood, and sourer than -sorrel,</span><br /> +sorrel,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If any poor devil but look at a -laurel;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Apollo, I say, being sick of their rioting,</span><br /> +laurel;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">Apollo, I say, being sick of their rioting,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though he sometimes acknowledged their verse had a -quieting</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Effect after dinner, and seemed to suggest a</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Retreat to the shrine of a tranquil siesta,)</span><br /> +quieting</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Effect after dinner, and seemed to suggest a</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Retreat to the shrine of a tranquil siesta,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Kept our hero at hand, who, by means of a -bray,</span><br /> +bray,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which he gave to the life, drove the rabble -away;</span><br /> +away;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And if that wouldn't do, he was sure to -succeed,</span><br /> +succeed,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he took his review out and offered to -read;</span><br /> +read;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or, failing in plans of this milder -description,</span><br /> +description,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He would ask for their aid to get up a -subscription,</span><br /> +subscription,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Considering that authorship wasn't a rich -craft,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To print the "American drama of Witchcraft."</span><br /> +craft,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To print the "American drama of Witchcraft."</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Stay, I'll read you a scene,"—but he hardly -began,</span><br /> +began,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere Apollo shrieked "Help!" and the authors all -ran:</span><br /> +ran:</span><br > <span class="i0g">And once, when these purgatives acted with less -spirit,</span><br /> +spirit,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the desperate case asked a remedy -desperate,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He drew from his pocket a foolscap epistle,</span><br /> +desperate,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He drew from his pocket a foolscap epistle,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As calmly as if 'twere a nine-barrelled -pistol,</span><br /> +pistol,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And threatened them all with the judgment to -come,</span><br /> +come,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of "A wandering Star's first impressions of -Rome."</span><br /> +Rome."</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Stop! stop!" with their hands o'er their ears -screamed the Muses,</span><br /> +screamed the Muses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"He may go off and murder himself, if he -chooses,</span><br /> +chooses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twas a means self-defence only sanctioned his -trying,</span><br /> +trying,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis mere massacre now that the enemy's -flying;</span><br /> +flying;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he's forced to 't again, and we happen to be -there,</span><br /> +there,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Give us each a large handkerchief soaked in strong -ether."</span><br /> +ether."</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 318]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 318]</span><br > <span class="i02">I call this a "Fable for Critics"; you think -it's</span><br /> +it's</span><br > <span class="i0g">More like a display of my rhythmical -trinkets;</span><br /> +trinkets;</span><br > <span class="i0g">My plot, like an icicle, 's slender and -slippery,</span><br /> +slippery,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Every moment more slender, and likely to slip -awry,</span><br /> +awry,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the reader unwilling <i>in loco -desipere</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is free to jump over as much of my frippery</span><br /> +desipere</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is free to jump over as much of my frippery</span><br > <span class="i0g">As he fancies, and, if he's a provident skipper, -he</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">May have an Odyssean sway of the gales,</span><br /> +he</span><br > +<span class="i0g">May have an Odyssean sway of the gales,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And get safe into port, ere his patience all -fails;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Moreover, although 'tis a slender return</span><br /> +fails;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Moreover, although 'tis a slender return</span><br > <span class="i0g">For your toil and expense, yet my paper will -burn,</span><br /> +burn,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, if you have manfully struggled thus far with -me,</span><br /> +me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You may e'en twist me up, and just light your cigar -with me:</span><br /> +with me:</span><br > <span class="i0g">If too angry for that, you can tear me in -pieces,</span><br /> +pieces,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And my <i>membra disjecta</i> consign to the -breezes,</span><br /> +breezes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A fate like great Ratzau's, whom one of those -bores,</span><br /> +bores,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who beflead with bad verses poor Louis -Quatorze,</span><br /> +Quatorze,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Describes, (the first verse somehow ends with -<i>victoire</i>,)</span><br /> +<i>victoire</i>,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">As <i>dispersant partout et ses membres et sa -gloire</i>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Or, if I were over-desirous of earning</span><br /> +gloire</i>;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Or, if I were over-desirous of earning</span><br > <span class="i0g">A repute among noodles for classical -learning,</span><br /> +learning,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I could pick you a score of allusions, I wis;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">As new as the jests of <i>Didaskalos tis</i>;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Better still, I could make out a good solid -list</span><br /> +list</span><br > <span class="i0g">From recondite authors who do not -exist,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +exist,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">But that would be naughty: at least, I could -twist</span><br /> +twist</span><br > <span class="i0g">Something out of Absyrtus, or turn your -inquiries</span><br /> +inquiries</span><br > <span class="i0g">After Milton's prose metaphor, drawn from -Osiris;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Osiris;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">But, as Cicero says he won't say this or -that,</span><br /> +that,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(A fetch, I must say, most transparent and -flat,)</span><br /> +flat,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">After saying whate'er he could possibly think -of,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +of,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I simply will state that I pause on the brink -of</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A mire, ankle-deep, of deliberate confusion,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Made up of old jumbles of classic allusion,</span><br /> +of</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A mire, ankle-deep, of deliberate confusion,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Made up of old jumbles of classic allusion,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, when you were thinking yourselves to be -pitied,</span><br /> +pitied,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just conceive how much harder your teeth you'd have -gritted,</span><br /> +gritted,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An 't were not for the dulness I've kindly -omitted.</span><br /> +omitted.</span><br > -<span class="i02">I'd apologize here for my many digressions,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">I'd apologize here for my many digressions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Were it not that I'm certain to trip into fresh -ones,</span><br /> +ones,</span><br > <span class="i0g">('Tis so hard to escape if you get in their mesh -once;)</span><br /> +once;)</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 319]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 319]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just reflect, if you please, how 'tis said by -Horatius,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">That Mæonides nods now and then, and, my -gracious!</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">It certainly does look a little bit ominous</span><br /> +Horatius,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">That Mæonides nods now and then, and, my +gracious!</span><br > +<span class="i0g">It certainly does look a little bit ominous</span><br > <span class="i0g">When he gets under way with <i>ton -d'apameibomenos</i>.</span><br /> +d'apameibomenos</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Here a something occurs which I'll just clap a rhyme -to,</span><br /> +to,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And say it myself, ere a Zoilus have time -to,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Any author a nap like Van Winkle's may take,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">If he only contrive to keep readers awake,</span><br /> +to,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">Any author a nap like Van Winkle's may take,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">If he only contrive to keep readers awake,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he'll very soon find himself laid on the -shelf,</span><br /> +shelf,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If <i>they</i> fall a nodding when he nods -himself.)</span><br /> +himself.)</span><br > <span class="i02">Once for all, to return, and to stay, will I, nill -I<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +I<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">When Phœbus expressed his desire for a -lily,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Our hero, whose homœopathic sagacity</span><br /> +lily,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Our hero, whose homœopathic sagacity</span><br > <span class="i0g">With an ocean of zeal mixed his drop of -capacity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Set off for the garden as fast as the wind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">(Or, to take a comparison more to my mind,</span><br /> +capacity,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Set off for the garden as fast as the wind,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">(Or, to take a comparison more to my mind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As a sound politician leaves conscience -behind,)</span><br /> +behind,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">And leaped the low fence, as a party hack -jumps</span><br /> +jumps</span><br > <span class="i0g">O'er his principles, when something else turns up -trumps.</span><br /> +trumps.</span><br > <span class="i02">He was gone a long time, and Apollo -meanwhile,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Went over some sonnets of his with a file,</span><br /> +meanwhile,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Went over some sonnets of his with a file,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For of all compositions, he thought that the -sonnet</span><br /> +sonnet</span><br > <span class="i0g">Best repaid all the toil you expended upon -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It should reach with one impulse the end of its -course,</span><br /> +course,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And for one final blow collect all of its -force;</span><br /> +force;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not a verse should be salient, but each one should -tend</span><br /> +tend</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a wave-like up-gathering to burst at the -end;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +end;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">So, condensing the strength here, there smoothing a wry -kink,</span><br /> +kink,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He was killing the time, when up walked Mr. -——;</span><br /> +——;</span><br > <span class="i0g">At a few steps behind him, a small man in -glasses,</span><br /> +glasses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Went dodging about, muttering "murderers! -asses!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">From out of his pocket a paper he'd take,</span><br /> +asses!"</span><br > +<span class="i0g">From out of his pocket a paper he'd take,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the proud look of martyrdom tied to its -stake,</span><br /> +stake,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, reading a squib at himself, he'd say, "Here I -see</span><br /> +see</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Gainst American letters a bloody -conspiracy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">They are all by my personal enemies written;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I must post an anonymous letter to Britain,</span><br /> +conspiracy,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">They are all by my personal enemies written;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I must post an anonymous letter to Britain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And show that this gall is the merest -suggestion</span><br /> +suggestion</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of spite at my zeal on the Copyright -question,</span><br /> +question,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For, on this side the water, 'tis prudent to -pull</span><br /> +pull</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 320]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 320]</span><br > <span class="i0g">O'er the eyes of the public their national -wool,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By accusing of slavish respect to John Bull,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">All American authors who have more or less</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of that anti-American humbug—success,</span><br /> +wool,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By accusing of slavish respect to John Bull,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">All American authors who have more or less</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of that anti-American humbug—success,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While in private we're always embracing the -knees</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of some twopenny editor over the seas,</span><br /> +knees</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of some twopenny editor over the seas,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And licking his critical shoes, for you know -'tis</span><br /> +'tis</span><br > <span class="i0g">The whole aim of our lives to get one English -notice;</span><br /> +notice;</span><br > <span class="i0g">My American puffs I would willingly burn all,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">(They're all from one source, monthly, weekly, -diurnal,)</span><br /> +diurnal,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">To get but a kick from a transmarine -journal!"</span><br /> +journal!"</span><br > <span class="i02">So, culling the gibes of each critical -scorner</span><br /> +scorner</span><br > <span class="i0g">As if they were plums, and himself were Jack -Horner,</span><br /> +Horner,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He came cautiously on, peeping round every -corner,</span><br /> +corner,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And into each hole where a weasel might pass -in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Expecting the knife of some critic assassin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Who stabs to the heart with a caricature,</span><br /> +in,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Expecting the knife of some critic assassin,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Who stabs to the heart with a caricature,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun, to be -sure,</span><br /> +sure,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet done with a dagger-o'-type, whose vile -portraits</span><br /> +portraits</span><br > <span class="i0g">Disperse all one's good, and condense all one's poor -traits.</span><br /> +traits.</span><br > <span class="i02">Apollo looked up, hearing footsteps -approaching,</span><br /> +approaching,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And slipped out of sight the new rhymes he was -broaching,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +broaching,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">"Good day, Mr. ——, I'm happy to -meet</span><br /> +meet</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a scholar so ripe, and a critic so neat,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Who through Grub-street the soul of a gentleman -carries,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +carries,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">What news from that suburb of London and -Paris</span><br /> +Paris</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which latterly makes such shrill claims to -monopolize</span><br /> +monopolize</span><br > <span class="i0g">The credit of being the New World's -metropolis?"</span><br /> +metropolis?"</span><br > <span class="i02">"Why, nothing of consequence, save this -attack</span><br /> +attack</span><br > <span class="i0g">On my friend there, behind, by some pitiful -hack,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Who thinks every national author a poor one,</span><br /> +hack,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Who thinks every national author a poor one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That isn't a copy of something that's -foreign,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And assaults the American Dick—"</span><br /> -<span class="i14">"Nay, 'tis clear</span><br /> +foreign,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And assaults the American Dick—"</span><br > +<span class="i14">"Nay, 'tis clear</span><br > <span class="i0g">That your Damon there's fond of a flea in his -ear,</span><br /> +ear,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, if no one else furnished them gratis, on -tick</span><br /> +tick</span><br > <span class="i0g">He would buy some himself, just to hear the old -click;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Why, I honestly think, if some fool in Japan</span><br /> +click;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Why, I honestly think, if some fool in Japan</span><br > <span class="i0g">Should turn up his nose at the 'Poems on -Man,'</span><br /> +Man,'</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 321]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 321]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Your friend there by some inward instinct would know -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Would get it translated, reprinted, and show -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">As a man might take off a high stock to -exhibit</span><br /> +exhibit</span><br > <span class="i0g">The autograph round his own neck of the -gibbet;</span><br /> +gibbet;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor would let it rest so, but fire column after -column,</span><br /> +column,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Signed Cato, or Brutus, or something as -solemn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By way of displaying his critical crosses,</span><br /> +solemn,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By way of displaying his critical crosses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And tweaking that poor transatlantic -proboscis,</span><br /> +proboscis,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His broadsides resulting (and this there's no doubt -of,)</span><br /> +of,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">In successively sinking the craft they're fired out -of.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Now nobody knows when an author is hit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">If he don't have a public hysterical fit;</span><br /> +of.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Now nobody knows when an author is hit,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">If he don't have a public hysterical fit;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let him only keep close in his snug garret's dim -ether,</span><br /> +ether,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And nobody 'd think of his critics—or him -either;</span><br /> +either;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If an author have any least fibre of worth in -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Abuse would but tickle the organ of mirth in -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">All the critics on earth cannot crush with their -ban,</span><br /> +ban,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One word that's in tune with the nature of -man."</span><br /> +man."</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Well, perhaps so; meanwhile I have brought you a -book,</span><br /> +book,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Into which if you'll just have the goodness to -look,</span><br /> +look,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You may feel so delighted, (when you have got through -it,)</span><br /> +it,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">As to think it not unworth your while to review -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And I think I can promise your thoughts, if you -do,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A place in the next Democratic Review."</span><br /> +do,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A place in the next Democratic Review."</span><br > <span class="i02g">"The most thankless of gods you must surely have -thought me,</span><br /> +thought me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For this is the forty-fourth copy you've brought -me,</span><br /> +me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I have given them away, or at least I have -tried,</span><br /> +tried,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But I've forty-two left, standing all side by -side,</span><br /> +side,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(The man who accepted that one copy, -died,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +died,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">From one end of a shelf to the other they -reach,</span><br /> +reach,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'With the author's respects' neatly written in -each.</span><br /> +each.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The publisher, sure, will proclaim a Te Deum,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">When he hears of that order the British -Museum</span><br /> +Museum</span><br > <span class="i0g">Has sent for one set of what books were first -printed</span><br /> +printed</span><br > <span class="i0g">In America, little or big,—for 'tis -hinted</span><br /> +hinted</span><br > <span class="i0g">That this is the first truly tangible hope he</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Has ever had raised for the sale of a copy.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Has ever had raised for the sale of a copy.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I've thought very often 't would be a good -thing</span><br /> +thing</span><br > <span class="i0g">In all public collections of books, if a wing</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 322]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 322]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Were set off by itself, like the seas from the dry -lands,</span><br /> +lands,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Marked <i>Literature suited to desolate -islands</i>,</span><br /> +islands</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And filled with such books as could never be -read</span><br /> +read</span><br > <span class="i0g">Save by readers of proofs, forced to do it for -bread,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +bread,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Such books as one's wrecked on in small -country-taverns,</span><br /> +country-taverns,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Such as hermits might mortify over in -caverns,</span><br /> +caverns,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Such as Satan, if printing had then been -invented,</span><br /> +invented,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As the climax of woe, would to Job have -presented,</span><br /> +presented,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Such as Crusoe might dip in, although there are few -so</span><br /> +so</span><br > <span class="i0g">Outrageously cornered by fate as poor Crusoe;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And since the philanthropists just now are -banging</span><br /> +banging</span><br > <span class="i0g">And gibbeting all who're in favor of -hanging,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +hanging,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though Cheever has proved that the Bible and -Altar</span><br /> +Altar</span><br > <span class="i0g">Were let down from Heaven at the end of a -halter,</span><br /> +halter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And that vital religion would dull and grow -callous,</span><br /> +callous,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Unrefreshed, now and then, with a sniff of the -gallows,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +gallows,)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">And folks are beginning to think it looks -odd,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To choke a poor scamp for the glory of God;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And that He who esteems the Virginia reel</span><br /> +odd,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To choke a poor scamp for the glory of God;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And that He who esteems the Virginia reel</span><br > <span class="i0g">A bait to draw saints from their spiritual -weal,</span><br /> +weal,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And regards the quadrille as a far greater -knavery</span><br /> +knavery</span><br > <span class="i0g">Than crushing His African children with -slavery,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +slavery,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Since all who take part in a waltz or -cotillion</span><br /> +cotillion</span><br > <span class="i0g">Are mounted for hell on the Devil's own -pillion,</span><br /> +pillion,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who, as every true orthodox Christian well -knows,</span><br /> +knows,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Approaches the heart through the door of the -toes,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +toes,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">That He, I was saying, whose judgments are -stored</span><br /> +stored</span><br > <span class="i0g">For such as take steps in despite of his -word,</span><br /> +word,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Should look with delight on the agonized -prancing</span><br /> +prancing</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of a wretch who has not the least ground for his -dancing,</span><br /> +dancing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While the State, standing by, sings a verse from the -Psalter</span><br /> +Psalter</span><br > <span class="i0g">About offering to God on his favorite halter,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And, when the legs droop from their twitching -divergence,</span><br /> +divergence,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sells the clothes to a Jew, and the corpse to the -surgeons;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +surgeons;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i02">"Now, instead of all this, I think I can direct you -all</span><br /> +all</span><br > <span class="i0g">To a criminal code both humane and -effectual;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I propose to shut up every doer of wrong</span><br /> +effectual;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">I propose to shut up every doer of wrong</span><br > <span class="i0g">With these desperate books, for such term, short or -long,</span><br /> +long,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As by statute in such cases made and -provided,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Shall be by your wise legislators decided;</span><br /> +provided,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Shall be by your wise legislators decided;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thus:—Let murderers be shut, to grow wiser and -cooler,</span><br /> +cooler,</span><br > <span class="i0g">At hard labor for life on the works of Miss -——;</span><br /> +——;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 323]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 323]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Petty thieves, kept from flagranter crimes by their -fears,</span><br /> +fears,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shall peruse Yankee Doodle a blank term of -years,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +years,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">That American Punch, like the English, no -doubt<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +doubt<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Just the sugar and lemons and spirit left -out.</span><br /> +out.</span><br > <span class="i02">"But stay, here comes Tityrus Griswold, and leads -on</span><br /> +on</span><br > <span class="i0g">The flocks whom he first plucks alive, and then feeds -on,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +on,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">A loud-cackling swarm, in whose feathers -warm-drest,</span><br /> +warm-drest,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He goes for as perfect a—swan, as the -rest.</span><br /> +rest.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every -one,</span><br /> +one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose prose is grand verse, while his verse, the Lord -knows,</span><br /> +knows,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is some of it pr—— No, 'tis not even -prose;</span><br /> +prose;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'm speaking of metres; some poems have -welled</span><br /> +welled</span><br > <span class="i0g">From those rare depths of soul that have ne'er been -excelled;</span><br /> +excelled;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They 're not epics, but that doesn't matter a -pin,</span><br /> +pin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In creating, the only hard thing 's to begin;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">A grass-blade's no easier to make than an -oak,</span><br /> +oak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If you've once found the way, you've achieved the grand -stroke;</span><br /> +stroke;</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the worst of his poems are mines of rich -matter,</span><br /> +matter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But thrown in a heap with a crash and a -clatter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Now it is not one thing nor another alone</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Makes a poem, but rather the general tone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The something pervading, uniting the whole,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The before unconceived, unconceivable soul,</span><br /> +clatter;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Now it is not one thing nor another alone</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Makes a poem, but rather the general tone,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The something pervading, uniting the whole,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The before unconceived, unconceivable soul,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So that just in removing this trifle or that, -you</span><br /> +you</span><br > <span class="i0g">Take away, as it were, a chief limb of the -statue;</span><br /> +statue;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Roots, wood, bark, and leaves, singly perfect may -be,</span><br /> +be,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, clapt hodge-podge together, they don't make a -tree.</span><br /> +tree.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"But, to come back to Emerson, (whom by the -way,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I believe we left waiting,)—his is, we may -say,</span><br /> +say,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A Greek head on right Yankee shoulders, whose -range</span><br /> +range</span><br > <span class="i0g">Has Olympus for one pole, for t'other the -Exchange;</span><br /> +Exchange;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He seems, to my thinking, (although I'm -afraid</span><br /> +afraid</span><br > <span class="i0g">The comparison must, long ere this, have been -made,)</span><br /> +made,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">A Plotinus-Montaigne, where the Egyptian's gold -mist</span><br /> +mist</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 324]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 324]</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the Gascon's shrewd wit cheek-by-jowl -coexist;</span><br /> +coexist;</span><br > <span class="i0g">All admire, and yet scarcely six converts he's -got</span><br /> +got</span><br > <span class="i0g">To I don't (nor they either) exactly know -what;</span><br /> +what;</span><br > <span class="i0g">For though he builds glorious temples, 'tis -odd</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He leaves never a doorway to get in a god.</span><br /> +odd</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He leaves never a doorway to get in a god.</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis refreshing to old-fashioned people like -me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To meet such a primitive Pagan as he,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In whose mind all creation is duly respected</span><br /> +me,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To meet such a primitive Pagan as he,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In whose mind all creation is duly respected</span><br > <span class="i0g">As parts of himself—just a little -projected;</span><br /> +projected;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And who's willing to worship the stars and the -sun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A convert to—nothing but Emerson.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">So perfect a balance there is in his head,</span><br /> +sun,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A convert to—nothing but Emerson.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">So perfect a balance there is in his head,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That he talks of things sometimes as if they were -dead;</span><br /> +dead;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Life, nature, love, God, and affairs of that -sort,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He looks at as merely ideas; in short,</span><br /> +sort,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He looks at as merely ideas; in short,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As if they were fossils stuck round in a -cabinet,</span><br /> +cabinet,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of such vast extent that our earth's a mere dab in -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Composed just as he is inclined to conjecture -her,</span><br /> +her,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Namely, one part pure earth, ninety-nine parts pure -lecturer;</span><br /> +lecturer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">You are filled with delight at his clear -demonstration,</span><br /> +demonstration,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Each figure, word, gesture, just fits the -occasion,</span><br /> +occasion,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the quiet precision of science he'll sort -'em,</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But you can't help suspecting the whole a <i>post -mortem</i>.</span><br /> +mortem</i>.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There are persons, mole-blind to the soul's make and -style,</span><br /> +style,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who insist on a likeness 'twixt him and -Carlyle;</span><br /> +Carlyle;</span><br > <span class="i0g">To compare him with Plato would be vastly -fairer,</span><br /> +fairer,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Carlyle's the more burly, but E. is the -rarer;</span><br /> +rarer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He sees fewer objects, but clearlier, -truelier,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">If C.'s as original, E.'s more peculiar;</span><br /> +truelier,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">If C.'s as original, E.'s more peculiar;</span><br > <span class="i0g">That he's more of a man you might say of the -one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of the other he's more of an Emerson;</span><br /> +one,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of the other he's more of an Emerson;</span><br > <span class="i0g">C.'s the Titan, as shaggy of mind as of -limb,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">E. the clear-eyed Olympian, rapid and slim;</span><br /> +limb,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">E. the clear-eyed Olympian, rapid and slim;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The one's two-thirds Norseman, the other half -Greek,</span><br /> +Greek,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where the one's most abounding, the other's to -seek;</span><br /> +seek;</span><br > <span class="i0g">C.'s generals require to be seen in the -mass,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +mass,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">E.'s specialties gain if enlarged by the -glass;</span><br /> +glass;</span><br > <span class="i0g">C. gives nature and God his own fits of the -blues,</span><br /> +blues,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And rims common-sense things with mystical -hues,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">E. sits in a mystery calm and intense,</span><br /> +hues,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">E. sits in a mystery calm and intense,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 325]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 325]</span><br > <span class="i0g">And looks coolly around him with sharp common -sense;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">C. shows you how every-day matters unite</span><br /> +sense;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">C. shows you how every-day matters unite</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the dim transdiurnal recesses of -night,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">While E., in a plain, preternatural way,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Makes mysteries matters of mere every day;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">C. draws all his characters quite <i>à la</i> -Fuseli,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +night,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">While E., in a plain, preternatural way,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Makes mysteries matters of mere every day;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">C. draws all his characters quite <i>à la</i> +Fuseli,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">He don't sketch their bundles of muscles and thews -illy,</span><br /> +illy,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he paints with a brush so untamed and -profuse,</span><br /> +profuse,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They seem nothing but bundles of muscles and -thews;</span><br /> +thews;</span><br > <span class="i0g">E. is rather like Flaxman, lines strait and -severe,</span><br /> +severe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And a colorless outline, but full, round, and -clear;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +clear;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">To the men he thinks worthy he frankly -accords</span><br /> +accords</span><br > <span class="i0g">The design of a white marble statue in words.</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">C. labors to get at the centre, and then</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">C. labors to get at the centre, and then</span><br > <span class="i0g">Take a reckoning from there of his actions and -men;</span><br /> +men;</span><br > <span class="i0g">E. calmly assumes the said centre as granted,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.</span><br > -<span class="i02g">"He has imitators in scores, who omit</span><br /> +<span class="i02g">"He has imitators in scores, who omit</span><br > <span class="i0g">No part of the man but his wisdom and -wit,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +wit,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Who go carefully o'er the sky-blue of his -brain,</span><br /> +brain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And when he has skimmed it once, skim it -again;</span><br /> +again;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If at all they resemble him, you may be sure it -is</span><br /> +is</span><br > <span class="i0g">Because their shoals mirror his mists and -obscurities,</span><br /> +obscurities,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As a mud-puddle seems deep as heaven for a -minute,</span><br /> +minute,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While a cloud that floats o'er is reflected within -it.</span><br /> +it.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There comes ——, for instance; to see him -'s rare sport,</span><br /> +'s rare sport,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Tread in Emerson's tracks with legs painfully -short;</span><br /> +short;</span><br > <span class="i0g">How he jumps, how he strains, and gets red in the -face,</span><br /> +face,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To keep step with the mystagogue's natural -pace</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He follows as close as a stick to a rocket,</span><br /> +pace</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He follows as close as a stick to a rocket,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His fingers exploring the prophet's each -pocket.</span><br /> +pocket.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fie, for shame, brother bard; with good fruit of your -own,</span><br /> +own,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Can't you let neighbor Emerson's orchards -alone?</span><br /> +alone?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Besides, 'tis no use, you'll not find e'en a -core,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +core,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">—— has picked up all the windfalls -before.</span><br /> +before.</span><br > <span class="i0g">They might strip every tree, and E. never would catch -'em,</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His Hesperides have no rude dragon to watch -'em;</span><br /> +'em;</span><br > <span class="i0g">When they send him a dishfull, and ask him to try -'em,</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He never suspects how the sly rogues came by -'em;</span><br /> +'em;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 326]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 326]</span><br > <span class="i0g">He wonders why 'tis there are none such his trees -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And thinks 'em the best he has tasted this -season.</span><br /> +season.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Yonder, calm as a cloud, Alcott stalks in a -dream,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And fancies himself in thy groves, Academe,</span><br /> +dream,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And fancies himself in thy groves, Academe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the Parthenon nigh, and the olive-trees o'er -him,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And never a fact to perplex him or bore him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And never a fact to perplex him or bore him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a snug room at Plato's, when night comes, to walk -to,</span><br /> +to,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And people from morning till midnight to talk -to,</span><br /> +to,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And from midnight till morning, nor snore in their -listening;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +listening;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">So he muses, his face with the joy of it -glistening,</span><br /> +glistening,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For his highest conceit of a happiest state -is</span><br /> +is</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where they'd live upon acorns, and hear him talk -gratis;</span><br /> +gratis;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And indeed, I believe, no man ever talked -better<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +better<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Each sentence hangs perfectly poised to a -letter;</span><br /> +letter;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He seems piling words, but there's royal dust -hid</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In the heart of each sky-piercing pyramid.</span><br /> +hid</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In the heart of each sky-piercing pyramid.</span><br > <span class="i0g">While he talks he is great, but goes out like a -taper,</span><br /> +taper,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If you shut him up closely with pen, ink, and -paper;</span><br /> +paper;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet his fingers itch for 'em from morning till -night,</span><br /> +night,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And he thinks he does wrong if he don't always -write;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In this, as in all things, a lamb among men,</span><br /> +write;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In this, as in all things, a lamb among men,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He goes to sure death when he goes to his -pen.</span><br /> +pen.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Close behind him is Brownson, his mouth very -full</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With attempting to gulp a Gregorian bull;</span><br /> +full</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With attempting to gulp a Gregorian bull;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who contrives, spite of that, to pour out as he -goes</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A stream of transparent and forcible prose;</span><br /> +goes</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A stream of transparent and forcible prose;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He shifts quite about, then proceeds to -expound</span><br /> +expound</span><br > <span class="i0g">That 'tis merely the earth, not himself, that turns -round,</span><br /> +round,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And wishes it clearly impressed on your mind,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">That the weather-cock rules and not follows the -wind;</span><br /> +wind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Proving first, then as deftly confuting each -side,</span><br /> +side,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With no doctrine pleased that's not somewhere -denied,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He lays the denier away on the shelf,</span><br /> +denied,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He lays the denier away on the shelf,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And then—down beside him lies gravely -himself.</span><br /> +himself.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's the Salt River boatman, who always stands -willing</span><br /> +willing</span><br > <span class="i0g">To convey friend or foe without charging a -shilling,</span><br /> +shilling,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And so fond of the trip that, when leisure's to -spare,</span><br /> +spare,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He'll row himself up, if he can't get a fare.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The worst of it is, that his logic's so -strong,</span><br /> +strong,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That of two sides he commonly chooses the -wrong;</span><br /> +wrong;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 327]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 327]</span><br > <span class="i0g">If there <i>is</i> only one, why, he'll split it in -two,</span><br /> +two,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And first pummel this half, then that, black and -blue.</span><br /> +blue.</span><br > <span class="i0g">That white 's white needs no proof, but it takes a deep -fellow</span><br /> +fellow</span><br > <span class="i0g">To prove it jet-black, and that jet-black is -yellow.</span><br /> +yellow.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He offers the true faith to drink in a -sieve,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +sieve,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">When it reaches your lips there's naught left to -believe</span><br /> +believe</span><br > <span class="i0g">But a few silly- (syllo-, I mean,) -gisms that squat -'em</span><br /> +'em</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like tadpoles, o'erjoyed with the mud at the -bottom.</span><br /> +bottom.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There is Willis, so <i>natty</i> and jaunty and -gay,</span><br /> +gay,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who says his best things in so foppish a way,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">With conceits and pet phrases so thickly o'erlaying -'em,</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That one hardly knows whether to thank him for saying -'em;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Over-ornament ruins both poem and prose,</span><br /> +'em;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Over-ornament ruins both poem and prose,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just conceive of a Muse with a ring in her -nose!</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">His prose had a natural grace of its own,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And enough of it, too, if he'd let it alone;</span><br /> +nose!</span><br > +<span class="i0g">His prose had a natural grace of its own,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And enough of it, too, if he'd let it alone;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he twitches and jerks so, one fairly gets -tired,</span><br /> +tired,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And is forced to forgive where he might have -admired;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Yet whenever it slips away free and unlaced,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">It runs like a stream with a musical waste,</span><br /> +admired;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Yet whenever it slips away free and unlaced,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">It runs like a stream with a musical waste,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And gurgles along with the liquidest -sweep;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +sweep;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis not deep as a river, but who'd have it -deep?</span><br /> +deep?</span><br > <span class="i0g">In a country where scarcely a village is -found</span><br /> +found</span><br > <span class="i0g">That has not its author sublime and profound,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">For some one to be slightly shoal is a duty,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">For some one to be slightly shoal is a duty,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And Willis's shallowness makes half his -beauty.</span><br /> +beauty.</span><br > <span class="i0g">His prose winds along with a blithe, gurgling -error,</span><br /> +error,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And reflects all of Heaven it can see in its -mirror;</span><br /> +mirror;</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis a narrowish strip, but it is not an -artifice,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +artifice,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis the true out-of-doors with its genuine hearty -phiz;</span><br /> +phiz;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It is Nature herself, and there's something in -that,</span><br /> +that,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Since most brains reflect but the crown of a -hat.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">No volume I know to read under a tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">More truly delicious than his A l' Abri,</span><br /> +hat.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">No volume I know to read under a tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">More truly delicious than his A l' Abri,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the shadows of leaves flowing over your -book,</span><br /> +book,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like ripple-shades netting the bed of a -brook;</span><br /> +brook;</span><br > <span class="i0g">With June coming softly your shoulder to look -over,</span><br /> +over,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Breezes waiting to turn every leaf of your book -over,</span><br /> +over,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And Nature to criticise still as you -read,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +read,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">The page that bears that is a rare one -indeed.</span><br /> +indeed.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 328]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 328]</span><br > <span class="i02g">"He's so innate a cockney, that had he been -born</span><br /> +born</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where plain bare-skin 's the only full-dress that is -worn,</span><br /> +worn,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He'd have given his own such an air that you'd -say</span><br /> +say</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T had been made by a tailor to lounge in -Broadway.</span><br /> +Broadway.</span><br > <span class="i0g">His nature's a glass of champagne with the foam on -'t,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont;</span><br /> +'t,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So his best things are done in the flush of the -moment,</span><br /> +moment,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he wait, all is spoiled; he may stir it and shake -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, the fixed air once gone, he can never re-make -it.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He might be a marvel of easy delightfulness,</span><br /> +it.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He might be a marvel of easy delightfulness,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he would not sometimes leave the r out of -sprightfulness;</span><br /> +sprightfulness;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And he ought to let Scripture alone—'tis -self-slaughter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">For nobody likes inspiration-and-water.</span><br /> +self-slaughter,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">For nobody likes inspiration-and-water.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He'd have been just the fellow to sup at the -Mermaid,</span><br /> +Mermaid,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cracking jokes at rare Ben, with an eye to the -barmaid,</span><br /> +barmaid,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His wit running up as Canary ran down,—</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The topmost bright bubble on the wave of The -Town.</span><br /> +Town.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Here comes Parker, the Orson of parsons, a -man</span><br /> +man</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whom the Church undertook to put under her -ban,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +ban,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">(The Church of Socinus, I mean)—his -opinions</span><br /> +opinions</span><br > <span class="i0g">Being So-(ultra)-cinian, they shocked the -Socinians;</span><br /> +Socinians;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They believed—faith I'm puzzled—I think I -may call</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Their belief a believing in nothing at all,</span><br /> +may call</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Their belief a believing in nothing at all,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or something of that sort; I know they all -went</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">For a general union of total dissent:</span><br /> +went</span><br > +<span class="i0g">For a general union of total dissent:</span><br > <span class="i0g">He went a step farther; without cough or hem,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">He frankly avowed he believed not in them;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">He frankly avowed he believed not in them;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, before he could be jumbled up or -prevented</span><br /> +prevented</span><br > <span class="i0g">From their orthodox kind of dissent he -dissented.</span><br /> +dissented.</span><br > <span class="i0g">There was heresy here, you perceive, for the -right</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of privately judging means simply that light</span><br /> +right</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of privately judging means simply that light</span><br > <span class="i0g">Has been granted to <i>me</i>, for deciding on -<i>you</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And in happier times, before Atheism grew,</span><br /> +<i>you</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And in happier times, before Atheism grew,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The deed contained clauses for cooking you -too.</span><br /> +too.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Now at Xerxes and Knut we all laugh, yet our -foot</span><br /> +foot</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the same wave is wet that mocked Xerxes and -Knut;</span><br /> +Knut;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And we all entertain a sincere private -notion,</span><br /> +notion,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That our <i>Thus far!</i> will have a great weight with -the ocean.</span><br /> +the ocean.</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twas so with our liberal Christians: they -bore</span><br /> +bore</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 329]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 329]</span><br > <span class="i0g">With sincerest conviction their chairs to the -shore;</span><br /> +shore;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They brandished their worn theological -birches,</span><br /> +birches,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Bade natural progress keep out of the -Churches,</span><br /> +Churches,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And expected the lines they had drawn to -prevail</span><br /> +prevail</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the fast-rising tide to keep out of their -pale;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">They had formerly dammed the Pontifical See,</span><br /> +pale;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">They had formerly dammed the Pontifical See,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the same thing, they thought, would do nicely for -P.;</span><br /> +P.;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he turned up his nose at their murmuring and -shamming,</span><br /> +shamming,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And cared (shall I say?) not a d— for their -damming;</span><br /> +damming;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So they first read him out of their church, and next -minute</span><br /> +minute</span><br > <span class="i0g">Turned round and declared he had never been in -it.</span><br /> +it.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But the ban was too small or the man was too -big,</span><br /> +big,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For he recks not their bells, books, and candles a -fig;</span><br /> +fig;</span><br > <span class="i0g">(He don't look like a man who would <i>stay</i> treated -shabbily,</span><br /> +shabbily,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sophroniscus' son's head o'er the features of -Rabelais;)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Rabelais;)<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">He bangs and bethwacks them,—their backs he -salutes</span><br /> +salutes</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the whole tree of knowledge torn up by the -roots;</span><br /> +roots;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His sermons with satire are plenteously -verjuiced,</span><br /> +verjuiced,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And he talks in one breath of Confutzee, Cass, -Zerduscht,</span><br /> +Zerduscht,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jack Robinson, Peter the Hermit, Strap, -Dathan,</span><br /> +Dathan,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cush, Pitt, (not the bottomless, <i>that</i> he's no -faith in,)</span><br /> +faith in,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Pan, Pillicock, Shakspeare, Paul, Toots, Monsieur -Tonson,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Aldebaran, Alcander, Ben Khorat, Ben Jonson,</span><br /> +Tonson,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Aldebaran, Alcander, Ben Khorat, Ben Jonson,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thoth, Richter, Joe Smith, Father Paul, Judah -Monis,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Musæus, Muretus, <i>hem</i>,—μ -Scorpionis,</span><br /> +Monis,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Musæus, Muretus, <i>hem</i>,—μ +Scorpionis,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Maccabee, Maccaboy, Mac—Mac—ah! -Machiavelli,</span><br /> +Machiavelli,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Condorcet, Count d'Orsay, Conder, Say, -Ganganelli,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Orion, O'Connell, the Chevalier D'O,</span><br /> +Ganganelli,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Orion, O'Connell, the Chevalier D'O,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(See the Memoirs of Sully) <ins title="to pan"> -τὸ πᾶν</ins>, the great toe</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of the statue of Jupiter, now made to pass</span><br /> +τὸ πᾶν</ins>, the great toe</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of the statue of Jupiter, now made to pass</span><br > <span class="i0g">For that of Jew Peter by good Romish -brass,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +brass,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">(You may add for yourselves, for I find it a -bore,</span><br /> +bore,</span><br > <span class="i0g">All the names you have ever, or not, heard -before,</span><br /> +before,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And when you've done that—why, invent a few -more.)</span><br /> +more.)</span><br > <span class="i0g">His hearers can't tell you on Sunday -beforehand,</span><br /> +beforehand,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If in that day's discourse they'll be Bibled or -Koraned,</span><br /> +Koraned,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For he's seized the idea (by his martyrdom -fired,)</span><br /> +fired,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">That all men (not orthodox) <i>may be</i> -inspired;</span><br /> +inspired;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet tho' wisdom profane with his creed he may weave -in,</span><br /> +in,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He makes it quite clear what he <i>doesn't</i> believe -in,</span><br /> +in,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 330]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 330]</span><br > <span class="i0g">While some, who decry him, think all Kingdom -Come</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is a sort of a, kind of a, species of Hum,</span><br /> +Come</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is a sort of a, kind of a, species of Hum,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of which, as it were, so to speak, not a -crumb</span><br /> +crumb</span><br > <span class="i0g">Would be left, if we didn't keep carefully -mum,</span><br /> +mum,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, to make a clean breast, that 'tis perfectly -plain</span><br /> +plain</span><br > <span class="i0g">That <i>all</i> kinds of wisdom are somewhat -profane;</span><br /> +profane;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Now P.'s creed than this may be lighter or -darker,</span><br /> +darker,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But in one thing, 'tis clear, he has faith, -namely—Parker;</span><br /> +namely—Parker;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And this is what makes him the crowd-drawing -preacher,</span><br /> +preacher,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's a background of god to each hard-working -feature,</span><br /> +feature,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Every word that he speaks has been fierily -furnaced</span><br /> +furnaced</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the blast of a life that has struggled in -earnest:</span><br /> +earnest:</span><br > <span class="i0g">There he stands, looking more like a ploughman than -priest,</span><br /> +priest,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If not dreadfully awkward, not graceful at -least,</span><br /> +least,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His gestures all downright and same, if you -will,</span><br /> +will,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As of brown-fisted Hobnail in hoeing a drill,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">But his periods fall on you, stroke after -stroke,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Like the blows of a lumberer felling an oak,</span><br /> +stroke,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Like the blows of a lumberer felling an oak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You forget the man wholly, you're thankful to -meet</span><br /> +meet</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a preacher who smacks of the field and the -street,</span><br /> +street,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And to hear, you're not over-particular -whence,</span><br /> +whence,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Almost Taylor's profusion, quite Latimer's -sense.</span><br /> +sense.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There is Bryant, as quiet, as cool, and as -dignified,</span><br /> +dignified,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As a smooth, silent iceberg, that never is -ignified,</span><br /> +ignified,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Save when by reflection 'tis kindled o' -nights</span><br /> +nights</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a semblance of flame by the chill Northern -Lights.</span><br /> +Lights.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He may rank (Griswold says so) first bard of your -nation,</span><br /> +nation,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(There's no doubt that he stands in supreme -iceolation,)</span><br /> +iceolation,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Your topmost Parnassus he may set his heel -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But no warm applauses come, peal following peal -on,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +on,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">He's too smooth and too polished to hang any zeal -on:</span><br /> +on:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Unqualified merits, I'll grant, if you choose, he has -'em,</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he lacks the one merit of kindling -enthusiasm;</span><br /> +enthusiasm;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he stir you at all, it is just, on my -soul,</span><br /> +soul,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like being stirred up with the very North -Pole.</span><br /> +Pole.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"He is very nice reading in summer, but -<i>inter</i></span><br /> +<i>inter</i></span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>Nos</i>, we don't want <i>extra</i> freezing in -winter;</span><br /> +winter;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 331]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 331]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Take him up in the depth of July, my advice -is,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">When you feel an Egyptian devotion to ices.</span><br /> +is,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">When you feel an Egyptian devotion to ices.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, deduct all you can, there's enough that's right -good in him,</span><br /> +good in him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has a true soul for field, river, and wood in -him;</span><br /> +him;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And his heart, in the midst of brick walls, or where'er -it is,</span><br /> +it is,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Glows, softens, and thrills with the tenderest -charities,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +charities,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">To you mortals that delve in this trade-ridden -planet?</span><br /> +planet?</span><br > <span class="i0g">No, to old Berkshire's hills, with their limestone and -granite.</span><br /> +granite.</span><br > <span class="i0g">If you're one who <i>in loco</i> (add <i>foco</i> here) -<i>desipis</i>,</span><br /> +<i>desipis</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You will get of his outermost heart (as I guess) a -piece;</span><br /> +piece;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But you'd get deeper down if you came as a -precipice,</span><br /> +precipice,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And would break the last seal of its inwardest -fountain,</span><br /> +fountain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If you only could palm yourself off for a -mountain.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Mr. Quivis, or somebody quite as discerning,</span><br /> +mountain.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Mr. Quivis, or somebody quite as discerning,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some scholar who's hourly expecting his -learning,</span><br /> +learning,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Calls B. the American Wordsworth; but -Wordsworth</span><br /> +Wordsworth</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is worth near as much as your whole tuneful herd's -worth.</span><br /> +worth.</span><br > <span class="i0g">No, don't be absurd, he's an excellent -Bryant;</span><br /> +Bryant;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, my friends, you'll endanger the life of your -client,</span><br /> +client,</span><br > <span class="i0g">By attempting to stretch him up into a giant:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">If you choose to compare him, I think there are two -per-</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">sons fit for a parallel—Thomson and Cowper;<a -name="fnanchor_C" id="fnanchor_C"></a><a href="#footnote_C" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[C]</sup></a></span><br /> +per-</span><br > +<span class="i0g">sons fit for a parallel—Thomson and Cowper;<a id="fnanchor_C"></a><a href="#footnote_C" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[C]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">I don't mean exactly,—there's something of -each,</span><br /> +each,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's T.'s love of nature, C.'s penchant to -preach;</span><br /> +preach;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just mix up their minds so that C.'s spice of -craziness</span><br /> +craziness</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shall balance and neutralize T.'s turn for -laziness,</span><br /> +laziness,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And it gives you a brain cool, quite frictionless, -quiet,</span><br /> +quiet,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose internal police nips the buds of all -riot,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +riot,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">A brain like a permanent strait-jacket put on</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The heart which strives vainly to burst off a -button,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +button,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">A brain which, without being slow or -mechanic,</span><br /> +mechanic,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Does more than a larger less drilled, more -volcanic;</span><br /> +volcanic;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's a Cowper condensed, with no craziness -bitten,</span><br /> +bitten,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the advantage that Wordsworth before him has -written.</span><br /> +written.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 332]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 332]</span><br > <span class="i02g">"But, my dear little bardlings, don't prick up your -ears,</span><br /> +ears,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor suppose I would rank you and Bryant as -peers;</span><br /> +peers;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If I call him an iceberg, I don't mean to say</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">There is nothing in that which is grand, in its -way;</span><br /> +way;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He is almost the one of your poets that knows</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">How much grace, strength, and dignity lie in -Repose;</span><br /> +Repose;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he sometimes fall short, he is too wise to -mar</span><br /> +mar</span><br > <span class="i0g">His thought's modest fulness by going too -far;</span><br /> +far;</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twould be well if your authors should all make a -trial</span><br /> +trial</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of what virtue there is in severe -self-denial,</span><br /> +self-denial,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And measure their writings by Hesiod's staff,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Which teaches that all have less value than -half.</span><br /> +half.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There is Whittier, whose swelling and vehement -heart</span><br /> +heart</span><br > <span class="i0g">Strains the strait-breasted drab of the Quaker -apart,</span><br /> +apart,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And reveals the live Man, still supreme and -erect,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Underneath the bemummying wrappers of sect;</span><br /> +erect,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Underneath the bemummying wrappers of sect;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There was ne'er a man born who had more of the -swing</span><br /> +swing</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of the true lyric bard and all that kind of -thing;</span><br /> +thing;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And his failures arise, (though perhaps he don't know -it,)</span><br /> +it,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">From the very same cause that has made him a -poet,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A fervor of mind which knows no separation</span><br /> +poet,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">A fervor of mind which knows no separation</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twixt simple excitement and pure -inspiration,</span><br /> +inspiration,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As my Pythoness erst sometimes erred from not -knowing</span><br /> +knowing</span><br > <span class="i0g">If 'twere I or mere wind through her tripod was -blowing;</span><br /> +blowing;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let his mind once get head in its favorite -direction</span><br /> +direction</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the torrent of verse bursts the dams of -reflection,</span><br /> +reflection,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While, borne with the rush of the metre -along,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The poet may chance to go right or go wrong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Content with the whirl and delirium of song;</span><br /> +along,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The poet may chance to go right or go wrong,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Content with the whirl and delirium of song;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then his grammar's not always correct, nor his -rhymes,</span><br /> +rhymes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And he's prone to repeat his own lyrics -sometimes,</span><br /> +sometimes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not his best, though, for those are struck off at -white-heats</span><br /> +white-heats</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the heart in his breast like a trip-hammer -beats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And can ne'er be repeated again any more</span><br /> +beats,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And can ne'er be repeated again any more</span><br > <span class="i0g">Than they could have been carefully plotted -before:</span><br /> +before:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like old what's-his-name there at the battle of -Hastings,</span><br /> +Hastings,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Who, however, gave more than mere rhythmical -bastings,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Our Quaker leads off metaphorical fights</span><br /> +bastings,)</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Our Quaker leads off metaphorical fights</span><br > <span class="i0g">For reform and whatever they call human -rights,</span><br /> +rights,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Both singing and striking in front of the war</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And hitting his foes with the mallet of Thor;</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 333]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 333]</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>Anne haec</i>, one exclaims, on beholding his -knocks,</span><br /> +knocks,</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>Vestis filii tui</i>, O, leather-clad Fox?</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Can that be thy son, in the battle's mid din,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Preaching brotherly love and then driving it -in</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To the brain of the tough old Goliah of sin,</span><br /> +in</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To the brain of the tough old Goliah of sin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the smoothest of pebbles from Castaly's -spring</span><br /> +spring</span><br > <span class="i0g">Impressed on his hard moral sense with a -sling?</span><br /> +sling?</span><br > <span class="i02g">"All honor and praise to the right-hearted -bard</span><br /> +bard</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who was true to The Voice when such service was -hard,</span><br /> +hard,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who himself was so free he dared sing for the -slave</span><br /> +slave</span><br > <span class="i0g">When to look but a protest in silence was -brave;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">All honor and praise to the women and men</span><br /> +brave;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">All honor and praise to the women and men</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who spoke out for the dumb and the down-trodden -then!</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I need not to name them, already for each</span><br /> +then!</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I need not to name them, already for each</span><br > <span class="i0g">I see History preparing the statue and niche;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">They were harsh, but shall <i>you</i> be so shocked at -hard words</span><br /> +hard words</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who have beaten your pruning-hooks up into -swords,</span><br /> +swords,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose rewards and hurrahs men are surer to -gain</span><br /> +gain</span><br > <span class="i0g">By the reaping of men and of women than -grain?</span><br /> +grain?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Why should <i>you</i> stand aghast at their fierce -wordy war, if</span><br /> +wordy war, if</span><br > <span class="i0g">You scalp one another for Bank or for Tariff?</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Your calling them cut-throats and knaves all day -long</span><br /> +long</span><br > <span class="i0g">Don't prove that the use of hard language is -wrong;</span><br /> +wrong;</span><br > <span class="i0g">While the World's heart beats quicker to think of such -men</span><br /> +men</span><br > <span class="i0g">As signed Tyranny's doom with a bloody -steel-pen,</span><br /> +steel-pen,</span><br > <span class="i0g">While on Fourth-of-Julys beardless orators fright -one</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With hints at Harmodius and Aristogeiton,</span><br /> +one</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With hints at Harmodius and Aristogeiton,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You need not look shy at your sisters and -brothers</span><br /> +brothers</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who stab with sharp words for the freedom of -others;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +others;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">No, a wreath, twine a wreath for the loyal and -true</span><br /> +true</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who, for the sake of the many, dared stand with the -few,</span><br /> +few,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not of blood-spattered laurel for enemies -braved,</span><br /> +braved,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But of broad, peaceful oak-leaves for citizens -saved!</span><br /> +saved!</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Here comes Dana, abstractedly loitering -along</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Involved in a paulo-post-future of song,</span><br /> +along</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Involved in a paulo-post-future of song,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who'll be going to write what'll never be -written</span><br /> +written</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till the Muse, ere he thinks of it, gives him the -mitten,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +mitten,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Who is so well aware of how things should be -done,</span><br /> +done,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That his own works displease him before they're -begun,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +begun,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 334]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 334]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who so well all that makes up good poetry -knows</span><br /> +knows</span><br > <span class="i0g">That the best of his poems is written in -prose;</span><br /> +prose;</span><br > <span class="i0g">All saddled and bridled stood Pegasus -waiting,</span><br /> +waiting,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He was booted and spurred, but he loitered -debating,</span><br /> +debating,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In a very grave question his soul was -immersed,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +immersed,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Which foot in the stirrup he ought to put -first;</span><br /> +first;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, while this point and that he judicially dwelt -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He, somehow or other, had written Paul -Felton,</span><br /> +Felton,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose beauties or faults, whichsoever you see -there,</span><br /> +there,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You'll allow only genius could hit upon -either.</span><br /> +either.</span><br > <span class="i0g">That he once was the Idle Man none will -deplore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But I fear he will never be anything more;</span><br /> +deplore,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But I fear he will never be anything more;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The ocean of song heaves and glitters before -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The depth and the vastness and longing sweep o'er -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He knows every breaker and shoal on the -chart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He has the Coast Pilot and so on by heart,</span><br /> +chart,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He has the Coast Pilot and so on by heart,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yet he spends his whole life, like the man in the -fable,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In learning to swim on his library-table.</span><br /> +fable,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In learning to swim on his library-table.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There swaggers John Neal, who has wasted in -Maine</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The sinews and chords of his pugilist brain,</span><br /> +Maine</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The sinews and chords of his pugilist brain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who might have been poet, but that, in its stead, -he</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Preferred to believe that he was so already;</span><br /> +he</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Preferred to believe that he was so already;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Too hasty to wait till Art's ripe fruit should -drop,</span><br /> +drop,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He must pelt down an unripe and colicky crop;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Who took to the law, and had this sterling plea for -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">It required him to quarrel, and paid him a fee for -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">A man who's made less than he might have, -because</span><br /> +because</span><br > <span class="i0g">He always has thought himself more than he -was,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Who, with very good natural gifts as a bard,</span><br /> +was,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">Who, with very good natural gifts as a bard,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Broke the strings of his lyre out by striking too -hard,</span><br /> +hard,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And cracked half the notes of a truly fine -voice,</span><br /> +voice,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Because song drew less instant attention than -noise.</span><br /> +noise.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ah, men do not know how much strength is in -poise,</span><br /> +poise,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That he goes the farthest who goes far -enough,</span><br /> +enough,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And that all beyond that is just bother and -stuff.</span><br /> +stuff.</span><br > <span class="i0g">No vain man matures, he makes too much new -wood;</span><br /> +wood;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His blooms are too thick for the fruit to be -good;</span><br /> +good;</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis the modest man ripens, 'tis he that -achieves,</span><br /> +achieves,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just what's needed of sunshine and shade he -receives;</span><br /> +receives;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Grapes, to mellow, require the cool dark of their -leaves;</span><br /> +leaves;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Neal wants balance; he throws his mind always too -far,</span><br /> +far,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whisking out flocks of comets, but never a -star;</span><br /> +star;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 335]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 335]</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has so much muscle, and loves so to show -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That he strips himself naked to prove he's a -poet,</span><br /> +poet,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, to show he could leap Art's wide ditch, if he -tried,</span><br /> +tried,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jumps clean o'er it, and into the hedge t'other -side.</span><br /> +side.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has strength, but there's nothing about him in -keeping;</span><br /> +keeping;</span><br > <span class="i0g">One gets surelier onward by walking than -leaping;</span><br /> +leaping;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has used his own sinews himself to -distress,</span><br /> +distress,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And had done vastly more had he done vastly -less;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In letters, too soon is as bad as too late,</span><br /> +less;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In letters, too soon is as bad as too late,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Could he only have waited he might have been -great,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But he plumped into Helicon up to the waist,</span><br /> +great,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But he plumped into Helicon up to the waist,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And muddied the stream ere he took his first -taste.</span><br /> +taste.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There is Hawthorne, with genius so shrinking and -rare</span><br /> +rare</span><br > <span class="i0g">That you hardly at first see the strength that is -there;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A frame so robust, with a nature so sweet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">So earnest, so graceful, so solid, so fleet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is worth a descent from Olympus to meet;</span><br /> +there;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A frame so robust, with a nature so sweet,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">So earnest, so graceful, so solid, so fleet,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is worth a descent from Olympus to meet;</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis as if a rough oak that for ages had -stood,</span><br /> +stood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the -wood,</span><br /> +wood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and -scathe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With a single anemone trembly and rathe;</span><br /> +scathe,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With a single anemone trembly and rathe;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His strength is so tender, his wildness so -meek,</span><br /> +meek,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That a suitable parallel sets one to -seek,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He's a John Bunyan Fouqué, a Puritan Tieck;</span><br /> +seek,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">He's a John Bunyan Fouqué, a Puritan Tieck;</span><br > <span class="i0g">When nature was shaping him, clay was not -granted</span><br /> +granted</span><br > <span class="i0g">For making so full-sized a man as she wanted,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">So, to fill out her model, a little she -spared</span><br /> +spared</span><br > <span class="i0g">From some finer-grained stuff for a woman -prepared,</span><br /> +prepared,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And she could not have hit a more excellent -plan</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">For making him fully and perfectly man.</span><br /> +plan</span><br > +<span class="i0g">For making him fully and perfectly man.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The success of her scheme gave her so much -delight,</span><br /> +delight,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That she tried it again, shortly after, in -Dwight;</span><br /> +Dwight;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Only, while she was kneading and shaping the -clay,</span><br /> +clay,</span><br > <span class="i0g">She sang to her work in her sweet childish -way,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And found, when she'd put the last touch to his -soul,</span><br /> +soul,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That the music had somehow got mixed with the -whole.</span><br /> +whole.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Here's Cooper, who's written six volumes to -show</span><br /> +show</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's as good as a lord: well, let's grant that he's -so;</span><br /> +so;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If a person prefer that description of -praise,</span><br /> +praise,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, a coronet's certainly cheaper than bays;</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 336]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 336]</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he need take no pains to convince us he's -not</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">(As his enemies say) the American Scott.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Choose any twelve men, and let C. read aloud</span><br /> +not</span><br > +<span class="i0g">(As his enemies say) the American Scott.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Choose any twelve men, and let C. read aloud</span><br > <span class="i0g">That one of his novels of which he's most -proud,</span><br /> +proud,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And I'd lay any bet that, without ever -quitting</span><br /> +quitting</span><br > <span class="i0g">Their box, they'd be all, to a man, for -acquitting.</span><br /> +acquitting.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has drawn you one character, though, that is -new,</span><br /> +new,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One wildflower he's plucked that is wet with the -dew</span><br /> +dew</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of this fresh Western world, and, the thing not to -mince,</span><br /> +mince,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has done naught but copy it ill ever -since;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">His Indians, with proper respect be it said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Are just Natty Bumpo daubed over with red,</span><br /> +since;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">His Indians, with proper respect be it said,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Are just Natty Bumpo daubed over with red,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And his very Long Toms are the same useful -Nat,</span><br /> +Nat,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Rigged up in duck pants and a sou'-wester -hat,</span><br /> +hat,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though once in a Coffin, a good chance was -found</span><br /> +found</span><br > <span class="i0g">To have slipt the old fellow away -underground.)</span><br /> +underground.)</span><br > <span class="i0g">All his other men-figures are clothes upon -sticks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The <i>dernière chemise</i> of a man in a -fix,</span><br /> +sticks,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The <i>dernière chemise</i> of a man in a +fix,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(As a captain besieged, when his garrison's -small,</span><br /> +small,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sets up caps upon poles to be seen o'er the -wall;)</span><br /> +wall;)</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the women he draws from one model don't -vary,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">All sappy as maples and flat as a prairie.</span><br /> +vary,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">All sappy as maples and flat as a prairie.</span><br > <span class="i0g">When a character's wanted, he goes to the -task</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As a cooper would do in composing a cask;</span><br /> +task</span><br > +<span class="i0g">As a cooper would do in composing a cask;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He picks out the staves, of their qualities -heedful,</span><br /> +heedful,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just hoops them together as tight as is -needful,</span><br /> +needful,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, if the best fortune should crown the attempt, -he</span><br /> +he</span><br > <span class="i0g">Has made at the most something wooden and -empty.</span><br /> +empty.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Don't suppose I would underrate Cooper's -abilities,</span><br /> +abilities,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If I thought you'd do that, I should feel very ill at -ease;</span><br /> +ease;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The men who have given to <i>one</i> character -life</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And objective existence, are not very rife,</span><br /> +life</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And objective existence, are not very rife,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You may number them all, both prose-writers and -singers,</span><br /> +singers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Without overrunning the bounds of your -fingers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And Natty won't go to oblivion quicker</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Than Adams the parson or Primrose the vicar.</span><br /> +fingers,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And Natty won't go to oblivion quicker</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Than Adams the parson or Primrose the vicar.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There is one thing in Cooper I like, too, and that -is</span><br /> +is</span><br > <span class="i0g">That on manners he lectures his countrymen -gratis,</span><br /> +gratis,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not precisely so either, because, for a -rarity,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He is paid for his tickets in unpopularity.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Now he may overcharge his American pictures,</span><br /> +rarity,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He is paid for his tickets in unpopularity.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Now he may overcharge his American pictures,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 337]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 337]</span><br > <span class="i0g">But you'll grant there's a good deal of truth in his -strictures;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And I honor the man who is willing to sink</span><br /> +strictures;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And I honor the man who is willing to sink</span><br > <span class="i0g">Half his present repute for the freedom to -think,</span><br /> +think,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, when he has thought, be his cause strong or -weak,</span><br /> +weak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Will risk t' other half for the freedom to -speak,</span><br /> +speak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Caring naught for what vengeance the mob has in -store,</span><br /> +store,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let that mob be the upper ten thousand or -lower.</span><br /> +lower.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There are truths you Americans need to be -told,</span><br /> +told,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And it never'll refute them to swagger and -scold;</span><br /> +scold;</span><br > <span class="i0g">John Bull, looking o'er the Atlantic, in -choler</span><br /> +choler</span><br > <span class="i0g">At your aptness for trade, says you worship the -dollar;</span><br /> +dollar;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But to scorn such i-dollar-try's what very few -do,</span><br /> +do,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And John goes to that church as often as you -do.</span><br /> +do.</span><br > <span class="i0g">No matter what John says, don't try to outcrow -him,</span><br /> +him,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis enough to go quietly on and outgrow -him;</span><br /> +him;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like most fathers, Bull hates to see Number -one</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Displacing himself in the mind of his son,</span><br /> +one</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Displacing himself in the mind of his son,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And detests the same faults in himself he'd -neglected</span><br /> +neglected</span><br > <span class="i0g">When he sees them again in his child's glass -reflected;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To love one another you're too like by half,</span><br /> +reflected;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To love one another you're too like by half,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he is a bull, you 're a pretty stout calf,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And tear your own pasture for naught but to -show</span><br /> +show</span><br > <span class="i0g">What a nice pair of horns you're beginning to -grow.</span><br /> +grow.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There are one or two things I should just like to -hint,</span><br /> +hint,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For you don't often get the truth told you in -print.</span><br /> +print.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The most of you (this is what strikes all -beholders)</span><br /> +beholders)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Have a mental and physical stoop in the -shoulders;</span><br /> +shoulders;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though you ought to be free as the winds and the -waves,</span><br /> +waves,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You've the gait and the manners of runaway -slaves;</span><br /> +slaves;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Tho' you brag of your New World, you don't half believe -in it,</span><br /> +in it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And as much of the Old as is possible weave in -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Your goddess of freedom, a tight, buxom girl,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">With lips like a cherry and teeth like a -pearl,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With eyes bold as Herè's, and hair floating -free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And full of the sun as the spray of the sea,</span><br /> +pearl,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With eyes bold as Herè's, and hair floating +free,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And full of the sun as the spray of the sea,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who can sing at a husking or romp at a -shearing,</span><br /> +shearing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who can trip through the forests alone without -fearing,</span><br /> +fearing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who can drive home the cows with a song through the -grass,</span><br /> +grass,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 338]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 338]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Keeps glancing aside into Europe's cracked -glass,</span><br /> +glass,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Hides her red hands in gloves, pinches up her lithe -waist,</span><br /> +waist,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And makes herself wretched with transmarine -taste;</span><br /> +taste;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She loses her fresh country charm when she -takes</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Any mirror except her own rivers and lakes.</span><br /> +takes</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Any mirror except her own rivers and lakes.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"You steal Englishmen's books and think Englishmen's -thought,</span><br /> +thought,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With their salt on her tail your wild eagle is -caught;</span><br /> +caught;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Your literature suits its each whisper and -motion</span><br /> +motion</span><br > <span class="i0g">To what will be thought of it over the ocean;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The cast clothes of Europe your statesmanship -tries</span><br /> +tries</span><br > <span class="i0g">And mumbles again the old blarneys and -lies;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +lies;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Forget Europe wholly, your veins throb with -blood,</span><br /> +blood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To which the dull current in hers is but mud;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Let her sneer, let her say your experiment -fails,</span><br /> +fails,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In her voice there's a tremble e'en now while she -rails,</span><br /> +rails,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And your shore will soon be in the nature of -things</span><br /> +things</span><br > <span class="i0g">Covered thick with gilt driftwood of runaway -kings,</span><br /> +kings,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where alone, as it were in a Longfellow's -Waif,</span><br /> +Waif,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Her fugitive pieces will find themselves -safe.</span><br /> +safe.</span><br > <span class="i0g">O, my friends, thank your God, if you have one, that -he</span><br /> +he</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twixt the Old World and you set the gulf of a -sea,</span><br /> +sea,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Be strong-backed, brown-handed, upright as your -pines,</span><br /> +pines,</span><br > <span class="i0g">By the scale of a hemisphere shape your -designs,</span><br /> +designs,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Be true to yourselves and this new nineteenth -age,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As a statue by Powers, or a picture by Page,</span><br /> +age,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">As a statue by Powers, or a picture by Page,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Plough, sail, forge, build, carve, paint, all things -make new,</span><br /> +make new,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To your own New-World instincts contrive to be -true,</span><br /> +true,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Keep your ears open wide to the Future's first -call,</span><br /> +call,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Be whatever you will, but yourselves first of -all,</span><br /> +all,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Stand fronting the dawn on Toil's heaven-scaling -peaks,</span><br /> +peaks,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And become my new race of more practical -Greeks.<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Greeks.<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Hem! your likeness at present, I shudder to tell -o't,</span><br /> +o't,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is that you have your slaves, and the Greek had his -helot."</span><br /> +helot."</span><br > <span class="i02g">Here a gentleman present, who had in his -attic</span><br /> +attic</span><br > <span class="i0g">More pepper than brains, shrieked—"The man's a -fanatic,</span><br /> +fanatic,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'm a capital tailor with warm tar and -feathers,</span><br /> +feathers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And will make him a suit that'll serve in all -weathers;</span><br /> +weathers;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But we'll argue the point first, I'm willing to -reason't,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Palaver before condemnation's but decent,</span><br /> +reason't,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Palaver before condemnation's but decent,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 339]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 339]</span><br > -<span class="i0g">So, through my humble person, Humanity begs</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">So, through my humble person, Humanity begs</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of the friends of true freedom a loan of bad -eggs."</span><br /> +eggs."</span><br > <span class="i0g">But Apollo let one such a look of his show -forth</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As when <ins title="êïe nukti eoikôs"> -ἤϊε νυκτὶ -ἐοικώς</ins>, and so forth,</span><br /> +forth</span><br > +<span class="i0g">As when <ins title="êïe nukti eoikôs"> +ἤϊε νυκτὶ á¼Î¿Î¹ÎºÏŽÏ‚</ins>, and so forth,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the gentleman somehow slunk out of the -way,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, as he was going, gained courage to -say,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +say,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">"At slavery in the abstract my whole soul -rebels,</span><br /> +rebels,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I am as strongly opposed to't as any one -else."</span><br /> +else."</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Ay, no doubt, but whenever I've happened to -meet</span><br /> +meet</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a wrong or a crime, it is always -concrete,"</span><br /> +concrete,"</span><br > <span class="i0g">Answered Phœbus severely; then turning to -us,</span><br /> +us,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"The mistake of such fellows as just made the -fuss</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is only in taking a great busy nation</span><br /> +fuss</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is only in taking a great busy nation</span><br > <span class="i0g">For a part of their pitiful -cotton-plantation.<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +cotton-plantation.<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">But there comes Miranda, Zeus! where shall I flee -to?</span><br /> +to?</span><br > <span class="i0g">She has such a penchant for bothering me too!</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">She always keeps asking if I don't observe a</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Particular likeness 'twixt her and Minerva;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">She always keeps asking if I don't observe a</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Particular likeness 'twixt her and Minerva;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She tells me my efforts in verse are quite -clever;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +clever;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">She's been travelling now, and will be worse than -ever;</span><br /> +ever;</span><br > <span class="i0g">One would think, though, a sharp-sighted noter she'd -be</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of all that's worth mentioning over the sea,</span><br /> +be</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of all that's worth mentioning over the sea,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For a woman must surely see well, if she try,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">The whole of whose being's a capital I:</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">The whole of whose being's a capital I:</span><br > <span class="i0g">She will take an old notion, and make it her -own,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By saying it o'er in her Sibylline tone,</span><br /> +own,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By saying it o'er in her Sibylline tone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or persuade you 'tis something tremendously -deep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By repeating it so as to put you to sleep;</span><br /> +deep,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By repeating it so as to put you to sleep;</span><br > <span class="i0g">And she well may defy any mortal to see through -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When once she has mixed up her infinite me through -it.</span><br /> +it.</span><br > <span class="i0g">There is one thing she owns in her own single -right,</span><br /> +right,</span><br > <span class="i0g">It is native and genuine—namely, her -spite:</span><br /> +spite:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though, when acting as censor, she privately -blows</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A censer of vanity 'neath her own nose."</span><br /> +blows</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A censer of vanity 'neath her own nose."</span><br > <span class="i02g">Here Miranda came up, and said, "Phœbus, you -know</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">That the infinite Soul has its infinite woe,</span><br /> +know</span><br > +<span class="i0g">That the infinite Soul has its infinite woe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As I ought to know, having lived cheek by -jowl</span><br /> +jowl</span><br > <span class="i0g">Since the day I was born, with the infinite -Soul;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I myself introduced, I myself, I alone,</span><br /> +Soul;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I myself introduced, I myself, I alone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To my Land's better life authors solely my -own,</span><br /> +own,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who the sad heart of earth on their shoulders have -taken,</span><br /> +taken,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whose works sound a depth by Life's quiet -unshaken,</span><br /> +unshaken,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 340]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 340]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Such as Shakspeare, for instance, the Bible, and -Bacon,</span><br /> +Bacon,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not to mention my own works; Time's nadir is -fleet,</span><br /> +fleet,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, as for myself, I'm quite out of -conceit"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +conceit"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i02g">"Quite out of conceit! I'm enchanted to hear -it,"</span><br /> +it,"</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cried Apollo aside, "Who'd have thought she was near -it?</span><br /> +it?</span><br > <span class="i0g">To be sure one is apt to exhaust those -commodities</span><br /> +commodities</span><br > <span class="i0g">He uses too fast, yet in this case as odd it -is</span><br /> +is</span><br > <span class="i0g">As if Neptune should say to his turbots and -whitings,</span><br /> +whitings,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'I'm as much out of salt as Miranda's own -writings,'</span><br /> +writings,'</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Which, as she in her own happy manner has -said,</span><br /> +said,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sound a depth, for 'tis one of the functions of -lead.)</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">She often has asked me if I could not find</span><br /> +lead.)</span><br > +<span class="i0g">She often has asked me if I could not find</span><br > <span class="i0g">A place somewhere near me that suited her -mind;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I know but a single one vacant, which she,</span><br /> +mind;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I know but a single one vacant, which she,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With her rare talent that way, would fit to a -T.</span><br /> +T.</span><br > <span class="i0g">And it would not imply any pause or cessation</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">In the work she esteems her peculiar -vocation,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +vocation,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">She may enter on duty to-day, if she chooses,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And remain Tiring-woman for life to the -Muses."</span><br /> +Muses."</span><br > -<span class="i02g">Miranda meanwhile has succeeded in driving</span><br /> +<span class="i02g">Miranda meanwhile has succeeded in driving</span><br > <span class="i0g">Up into a corner, in spite of their striving,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">A small flock of terrified victims, and -there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With an I-turn-the-crank-of-the-Universe air</span><br /> +there,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With an I-turn-the-crank-of-the-Universe air</span><br > <span class="i0g">And a tone which, at least to <i>my</i> fancy, -appears</span><br /> +appears</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not so much to be entering as boxing your -ears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is unfolding a tale (of herself, I surmise,</span><br /> +ears,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is unfolding a tale (of herself, I surmise,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For 'tis dotted as thick as a peacock's with -I's.)</span><br /> +I's.)</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>Apropos</i> of Miranda, I'll rest on my -oars</span><br /> +oars</span><br > <span class="i0g">And drift through a trifling digression on -bores,</span><br /> +bores,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For, though not wearing ear-rings <i>in more -majorum</i>,</span><br /> +majorum</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our ears are kept bored just as if we still wore -'em.</span><br /> +'em.</span><br > <span class="i0g">There was one feudal custom worth keeping, at -least,</span><br /> +least,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Roasted bores made a part of each well-ordered -feast,</span><br /> +feast,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And of all quiet pleasures the very <i>ne -plus</i></span><br /> +plus</i></span><br > <span class="i0g">Was in hunting wild bores as the tame ones hunt -us.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Archæologians, I know, who have personal -fears</span><br /> +us.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Archæologians, I know, who have personal +fears</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of this wise application of hounds and of -spears,</span><br /> +spears,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Have tried to make out, with a zeal more than -wonted,</span><br /> +wonted,</span><br > <span class="i0b">'Twas a kind of wild swine that our ancestors -hunted;</span><br /> +hunted;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But I'll never believe that the age which has -strewn</span><br /> +strewn</span><br > <span class="i0g">Europe o'er with cathedrals, and otherwise -shown</span><br /> +shown</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 341]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 341]</span><br > <span class="i0g">That it knew what was what, could by chance not have -known,</span><br /> +known,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Spending, too, its chief time with its buff on, no -doubt,)</span><br /> +doubt,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which beast 'twould improve the world most to thin -out.</span><br /> +out.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I divide bores myself, in the manner of -rifles,</span><br /> +rifles,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Into two great divisions, regardless of -trifles;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +trifles;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">There's your smooth-bore and screw-bore, who do not -much vary</span><br /> +much vary</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the weight of cold lead they respectively -carry.</span><br /> +carry.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The smooth-bore is one in whose essence the -mind</span><br /> +mind</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not a corner nor cranny to cling by can find;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">You feel as in nightmares sometimes, when you -slip</span><br /> +slip</span><br > <span class="i0g">Down a steep slated roof where there's nothing to -grip,</span><br /> +grip,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You slide and you slide, the blank horror -increases,</span><br /> +increases,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You had rather by far be at once smashed to -pieces,</span><br /> +pieces,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You fancy a whirlpool below white and -frothing,</span><br /> +frothing,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And finally drop off and light -upon—nothing.</span><br /> +upon—nothing.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The screw-bore has twists in him, faint -predilections</span><br /> +predilections</span><br > <span class="i0g">For going just wrong in the tritest -directions;</span><br /> +directions;</span><br > <span class="i0g">When he's wrong he is flat, when he's right he can't -show it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He'll tell you what Snooks said about the new poet,<a -name="fnanchor_D" id="fnanchor_D"></a><a href="#footnote_D" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[D]</sup></a></span><br /> +show it,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He'll tell you what Snooks said about the new poet,<a id="fnanchor_D"></a><a href="#footnote_D" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[D]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">Or how Fogrum was outraged by Tennyson's -Princess;</span><br /> +Princess;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has spent all his spare time and intellect since -his</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Birth in perusing, on each art and science,</span><br /> +his</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Birth in perusing, on each art and science,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just the books in which no one puts any -reliance,</span><br /> +reliance,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And though <i>nemo</i>, we're told, <i>horis omnibus -sapit</i>,</span><br /> +sapit</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The rule will not fit him, however you shape -it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">For he has a perennial foison of sappiness;</span><br /> +it,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">For he has a perennial foison of sappiness;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has just enough force to spoil half your day's -happiness,</span><br /> +happiness,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And to make him a sort of mosquito to be -with,</span><br /> +with,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But just not enough to dispute or agree with.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i02g">These sketches I made (not to be too -explicit)</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">From two honest fellows who made me a visit,</span><br /> +explicit)</span><br > +<span class="i0g">From two honest fellows who made me a visit,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And broke, like the tale of the Bear and the -Fiddle,</span><br /> +Fiddle,</span><br > <span class="i0g">My reflections on Halleck short off by the -middle,</span><br /> +middle,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I shall not now go into the subject more -deeply,</span><br /> +deeply,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For I notice that some of my readers look -sleep'ly,</span><br /> +sleep'ly,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 342]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 342]</span><br > <span class="i0g">I will barely remark that, 'mongst civilized -nations,</span><br /> +nations,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's none that displays more exemplary -patience</span><br /> +patience</span><br > <span class="i0g">Under all sorts of boring, at all sorts of -hours,</span><br /> +hours,</span><br > <span class="i0g">From all sorts of desperate persons, than -ours.</span><br /> +ours.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not to speak of our papers, our State -legislatures,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And other such trials for sensitive natures,</span><br /> +legislatures,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And other such trials for sensitive natures,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Just look for a moment at -Congress,—appalled,</span><br /> +Congress,—appalled,</span><br > <span class="i0g">My fancy shrinks back from the phantom it -called;</span><br /> +called;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, there's scarcely a member unworthy to -frown</span><br /> +frown</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Neath what Fourier nicknames, the Boreal -crown;</span><br /> +crown;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Only think what that infinite bore-pow'r could -do</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">If applied with a utilitarian view;</span><br /> +do</span><br > +<span class="i0g">If applied with a utilitarian view;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Suppose, for example, we shipped it with care</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">To Sahara's great desert and let it bore -there,</span><br /> +there,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If they held one short session and did nothing -else,</span><br /> +else,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They'd fill the whole waste with Artesian -wells.</span><br /> +wells.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But 'tis time now with pen phonographic to -follow</span><br /> +follow</span><br > <span class="i0g">Through some more of his sketches our laughing -Apollo:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Apollo:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i02g">"There comes Harry Franco, and, as he draws -near,</span><br /> +near,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You find that's a smile which you took for a -sneer;</span><br /> +sneer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">One half of him contradicts t'other, his wont</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Is to say very sharp things and do very -blunt;</span><br /> +blunt;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His manner's as hard as his feelings are -tender,</span><br /> +tender,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And a <i>sortie</i> he'll make when he means to -surrender;</span><br /> +surrender;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's in joke half the time when he seems to be -sternest,</span><br /> +sternest,</span><br > <span class="i0g">When he seems to be joking, be sure he's in -earnest;</span><br /> +earnest;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has common sense in a way that's uncommon,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Hates humbug and cant, loves his friends like a -woman,</span><br /> +woman,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Builds his dislikes of cards and his friendships of -oak,</span><br /> +oak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Loves a prejudice better than aught but a -joke,</span><br /> +joke,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is half upright Quaker, half downright -Come-outer,</span><br /> +Come-outer,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Loves Freedom too well to go stark mad about -her,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Quite artless himself, is a lover of Art,</span><br /> +her,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Quite artless himself, is a lover of Art,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shuts you out of his secrets and into his -heart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And though not a poet, yet all must admire</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And though not a poet, yet all must admire</span><br > <span class="i0g">In his letters of Pinto his skill on the -liar.</span><br /> +liar.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There comes Poe, with his raven, like Barnaby -Rudge,</span><br /> +Rudge,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Three-fifths of him genius and two-fifths sheer -fudge,</span><br /> +fudge,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who talks like a book of iambs and -pentameters,</span><br /> +pentameters,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In a way to make people of common-sense damn -metres,</span><br /> +metres,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who has written some things quite the best of their -kind,</span><br /> +kind,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 343]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 343]</span><br > <span class="i0g">But the heart somehow seems all squeezed out by the -mind,</span><br /> +mind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who—but hey-day! What's this? Messieurs Mathews -and Poe,</span><br /> +and Poe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You mustn't fling mud-balls at Longfellow so,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Does it make a man worse that his character's -such</span><br /> +such</span><br > <span class="i0g">As to make his friends love him (as you think) too -much?</span><br /> +much?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">More willing than he that his fellows should -thrive,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">While you are abusing him thus, even now</span><br /> +thrive,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">While you are abusing him thus, even now</span><br > <span class="i0g">He would help either one of you out of a -slough;</span><br /> +slough;</span><br > <span class="i0g">You may say that he's smooth and all that till you're -hoarse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But remember that elegance also is force;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">After polishing granite as much as you will,</span><br /> +hoarse,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But remember that elegance also is force;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">After polishing granite as much as you will,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The heart keeps its tough old persistency -still;</span><br /> +still;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Deduct all you can that still keeps you at -bay,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +bay,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, he'll live till men weary of Collins and -Gray.</span><br /> +Gray.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'm not over-fond of Greek metres in English,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">To me rhyme's a gain, so it be not too -jinglish,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And your modern hexameter verses are no more</span><br /> +jinglish,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And your modern hexameter verses are no more</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like Greek ones than sleek Mr. Pope is like -Homer;</span><br /> +Homer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">As the roar of the sea to the coo of a pigeon -is,</span><br /> +is,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, compared to your moderns, sounds old -Melesigenes;</span><br /> +Melesigenes;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I may be too partial, the reason, perhaps, -o'tis</span><br /> +o'tis</span><br > <span class="i0g">That I've heard the old blind man recite his own -rhapsodies,</span><br /> +rhapsodies,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And my ear with that music impregnate may be,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Like the poor exiled shell with the soul of the -sea,</span><br /> +sea,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or as one can't bear Strauss when his nature is -cloven</span><br /> +cloven</span><br > <span class="i0g">To its deeps within deeps by the stroke of -Beethoven;</span><br /> +Beethoven;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, set that aside, and 'tis truth that I -speak,</span><br /> +speak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Had Theocritus written in English, not Greek,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">I believe that his exquisite sense would scarce change -a line</span><br /> +a line</span><br > <span class="i0g">In that rare, tender, virgin-like pastoral -Evangeline.</span><br /> +Evangeline.</span><br > <span class="i0g">That's not ancient nor modern, its place is -apart</span><br /> +apart</span><br > <span class="i0g">Where time has no sway, in the realm of pure -Art,</span><br /> +Art,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis a shrine of retreat from Earth's hubbub and -strife</span><br /> +strife</span><br > <span class="i0g">As quiet and chaste as the author's own life.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i02g">"There comes Philothea, her face all a-glow,</span><br /> +<span class="i02g">"There comes Philothea, her face all a-glow,</span><br > <span class="i0g">She has just been dividing some poor creature's -woe</span><br /> +woe</span><br > <span class="i0g">And can't tell which pleases her most, to -relieve</span><br /> +relieve</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 344]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 344]</span><br > -<span class="i0g">His want, or his story to hear and believe;</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">His want, or his story to hear and believe;</span><br > <span class="i0g">No doubt against many deep griefs she -prevails,</span><br /> +prevails,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For her ear is the refuge of destitute tales;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">She knows well that silence is sorrow's best -food,</span><br /> +food,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And that talking draws off from the heart its black -blood,</span><br /> +blood,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So she'll listen with patience and let you -unfold</span><br /> +unfold</span><br > <span class="i0g">Your bundle of rags as 'twere pure cloth of -gold,</span><br /> +gold,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which, indeed, it all turns to as soon as she's touched -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, (to borrow a phrase from the nursery,) -<i>muched</i> it,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">She has such a musical taste, she will go</span><br /> +<i>muched</i> it,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">She has such a musical taste, she will go</span><br > <span class="i0g">Any distance to hear one who draws a long -bow;</span><br /> +bow;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She will swallow a wonder by mere might and -main</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And thinks it geometry's fault if she's fain</span><br /> +main</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And thinks it geometry's fault if she's fain</span><br > <span class="i0g">To consider things flat, inasmuch as they're -plain;</span><br /> +plain;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Facts with her are accomplished, as Frenchmen would -say,</span><br /> +say,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They will prove all she wishes them to—either -way,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, as fact lies on this side or that, we must -try,</span><br /> +try,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If we're seeking the truth, to find where it don't -lie;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I was telling her once of a marvellous aloe</span><br /> +lie;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I was telling her once of a marvellous aloe</span><br > <span class="i0g">That for thousands of years had looked spindling and -sallow,</span><br /> +sallow,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, though nursed by the fruitfullest powers of -mud,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Had never vouchsafed e'en so much as a bud,</span><br /> +mud,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Had never vouchsafed e'en so much as a bud,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till its owner remarked, (as a sailor, you -know,</span><br /> +know,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Often will in a calm,) that it never would -blow,</span><br /> +blow,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For he wished to exhibit the plant, and -designed</span><br /> +designed</span><br > <span class="i0g">That its blowing should help him in raising the -wind;</span><br /> +wind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">At last it was told him that if he should -water</span><br /> +water</span><br > <span class="i0g">Its roots with the blood of his unmarried -daughter,</span><br /> +daughter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Who was born, as her mother, a Calvinist -said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With a Baxter's effectual caul on her head,)</span><br /> +said,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With a Baxter's effectual caul on her head,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">It would blow as the obstinate breeze did when by -a</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Like decree of her father died Iphigenia;</span><br /> +a</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Like decree of her father died Iphigenia;</span><br > <span class="i0g">At first he declared he himself would be -blowed</span><br /> +blowed</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ere his conscience with such a foul crime he would -load,</span><br /> +load,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But the thought, coming oft, grew less dark than -before,</span><br /> +before,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And he mused, as each creditor knocked at his -door,</span><br /> +door,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If <i>this</i> were but done they would dun me no -more;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I told Philothea his struggles and doubts,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And how he considered the ins and the outs</span><br /> +more;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I told Philothea his struggles and doubts,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And how he considered the ins and the outs</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of the visions he had, and the dreadful -dyspepsy,</span><br /> +dyspepsy,</span><br > <span class="i0g">How he went to the seer that lives at -Po'keepsie,</span><br /> +Po'keepsie,</span><br > <span class="i0g">How the seer advised him to sleep on it first</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 345]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 345]</span><br > <span class="i0g">And to read his big volume in case of the -worst,</span><br /> +worst,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And further advised he should pay him five -dollars</span><br /> +dollars</span><br > <span class="i0g">For writing <ins title="black letter font in the original"><b>Dum, Dum</b></ins>, on his wristbands and -collars;</span><br /> +collars;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Three years and ten days these dark words he had -studied</span><br /> +studied</span><br > <span class="i0g">When the daughter was missed, and the aloe had -budded;</span><br /> +budded;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I told how he watched it grow large and more -large,</span><br /> +large,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And wondered how much for the show he should -charge,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +charge,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">She had listened with utter indifference to this, -till</span><br /> +till</span><br > <span class="i0g">I told how it bloomed, and discharging its -pistil</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">With an aim the Eumenides dictated, shot</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The botanical filicide dead on the spot;</span><br /> +pistil</span><br > +<span class="i0g">With an aim the Eumenides dictated, shot</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The botanical filicide dead on the spot;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It had blown, but he reaped not his horrible -gains,</span><br /> +gains,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For it blew with such force as to blow out his -brains,</span><br /> +brains,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the crime was blown also, because on the -wad,</span><br /> +wad,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which was paper, was writ 'Visitation of -God,'</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As well as a thrilling account of the deed</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Which the coroner kindly allowed me to read.</span><br /> +God,'</span><br > +<span class="i0g">As well as a thrilling account of the deed</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Which the coroner kindly allowed me to read.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Well, my friend took this story up just, to be -sure,</span><br /> +sure,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As one might a poor foundling that's laid at one's -door;</span><br /> +door;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She combed it and washed it and clothed it and fed -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And as if 't were her own child most tenderly bred -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Laid the scene (of the legend, I mean,) far away -a-</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">-mong the green vales underneath Himalaya.</span><br /> +a-</span><br > +<span class="i0g">-mong the green vales underneath Himalaya.</span><br > <span class="i0g">And by artist-like touches, laid on here and -there,</span><br /> +there,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Made the whole thing so touching, I frankly -declare</span><br /> +declare</span><br > <span class="i0g">I have read it all thrice, and, perhaps I am -weak,</span><br /> +weak,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But I found every time there were tears on my -cheek.</span><br /> +cheek.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"The pole, science tells us, the magnet -controls,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But she is a magnet to emigrant Poles,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And folks with a mission that nobody knows,</span><br /> +controls,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But she is a magnet to emigrant Poles,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And folks with a mission that nobody knows,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Throng thickly about her as bees round a -rose;</span><br /> +rose;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She can fill up the <i>carets</i> in such, make their -scope</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Converge to some focus of rational hope,</span><br /> +scope</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Converge to some focus of rational hope,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, with sympathies fresh as the morning, their -gall</span><br /> +gall</span><br > <span class="i0g">Can transmute into honey,—but this is not -all;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Not only for those she has solace, oh, say,</span><br /> +all;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Not only for those she has solace, oh, say,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Vice's desperate nursling adrift in Broadway,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Who clingest, with all that is left of thee -human,</span><br /> +human,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the last slender spar from the wreck of the -woman,</span><br /> +woman,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Hast thou not found one shore where those tired -drooping feet</span><br /> +drooping feet</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 346]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 346]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Could reach firm mother-earth, one full heart on whose -beat</span><br /> +beat</span><br > <span class="i0g">The soothed head in silence reposing could -hear</span><br /> +hear</span><br > <span class="i0g">The chimes of far childhood throb back on the -ear?</span><br /> +ear?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ah, there's many a beam from the fountain of -day</span><br /> +day</span><br > <span class="i0g">That to reach us unclouded, must pass, on its -way,</span><br /> +way,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Through the soul of a woman, and hers is wide -ope</span><br /> +ope</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the influence of Heaven as the blue eyes of -Hope;</span><br /> +Hope;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yes, a great soul is hers, one that dares to go -in</span><br /> +in</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the prison, the slave-hut, the alleys of -sin,</span><br /> +sin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And to bring into each, or to find there some -line</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Of the never completely out-trampled divine;</span><br /> +line</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Of the never completely out-trampled divine;</span><br > <span class="i0g">If her heart at high floods swamps her brain now and -then,</span><br /> +then,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis but richer for that when the tide ebbs -agen,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As, after old Nile has subsided, his plain</span><br /> +agen,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">As, after old Nile has subsided, his plain</span><br > <span class="i0g">Overflows with a second broad deluge of -grain;</span><br /> +grain;</span><br > <span class="i0g">What a wealth would it bring to the narrow and -sour</span><br /> +sour</span><br > <span class="i0g">Could they be as a Child but for one little -hour!</span><br /> +hour!</span><br > <span class="i02g">"What! Irving? thrice welcome, warm heart and fine -brain,</span><br /> +brain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You bring back the happiest spirit from -Spain,</span><br /> +Spain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And the gravest sweet humor, that ever were -there</span><br /> +there</span><br > <span class="i0g">Since Cervantes met death in his gentle -despair;</span><br /> +despair;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nay, don't be embarrassed, nor look so -beseeching,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +beseeching,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I shan't run directly against my own -preaching,</span><br /> +preaching,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, having just laughed at their Raphaels and -Dantes,</span><br /> +Dantes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Go to setting you up beside matchless -Cervantes;</span><br /> +Cervantes;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But allow me to speak what I honestly -feel,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +feel,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">To a true poet-heart add the fun of Dick -Steele,</span><br /> +Steele,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Throw in all of Addison, <i>minus</i> the -chill,</span><br /> +chill,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the whole of that partnership's stock and good -will,</span><br /> +will,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a -spell,</span><br /> +spell,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The fine <i>old</i> English Gentleman, simmer it -well,</span><br /> +well,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sweeten just to your own private liking, then -strain</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">That only the finest and clearest remain,</span><br /> +strain</span><br > +<span class="i0g">That only the finest and clearest remain,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let it stand out of doors till a soul it -receives</span><br /> +receives</span><br > <span class="i0g">From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green -leaves,</span><br /> +leaves,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly -deserving</span><br /> +deserving</span><br > <span class="i0g">A name either English or Yankee,—just -Irving.</span><br /> +Irving.</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 347]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 347]</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There goes,—but <i>stet nominis -umbra</i>,—his name</span><br /> +umbra</i>,—his name</span><br > <span class="i0g">You'll be glad enough, some day or other, to -claim,</span><br /> +claim,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And will all crowd about him and swear that you knew -him</span><br /> +him</span><br > <span class="i0g">If some English hack-critic should chance to review -him.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The old <i>porcos ante ne projiciatis</i></span><br /> +him.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The old <i>porcos ante ne projiciatis</i></span><br > <span class="i0g"><span class="smcap">Margaritas</span>, for him you have -verified gratis;</span><br /> +verified gratis;</span><br > <span class="i0g">What matters his name? Why, it may be -Sylvester,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Judd, Junior, or Junius, Ulysses, or Nestor,</span><br /> +Sylvester,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Judd, Junior, or Junius, Ulysses, or Nestor,</span><br > <span class="i0g">For aught <i>I</i> know or care; 'tis enough that I -look</span><br /> +look</span><br > <span class="i0g">On the author of 'Margaret,' the first Yankee -book</span><br /> +book</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the <i>soul</i> of Down East in 't, and things -farther East,</span><br /> +farther East,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As far as the threshold of morning, at least,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Where awaits the fair dawn of the simple and -true,</span><br /> +true,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of the day that comes slowly to make all things -new.</span><br /> +new.</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T has a smack of pine woods, of bare field and bleak -hill</span><br /> +hill</span><br > <span class="i0g">Such as only the breed of the Mayflower could -till;</span><br /> +till;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The Puritan's shown in it, tough to the core,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Such as prayed, smiting Agag on red Marston -Moor;</span><br /> +Moor;</span><br > <span class="i0g">With an unwilling humor, half-choked by the -drouth</span><br /> +drouth</span><br > <span class="i0g">In brown hollows about the inhospitable -mouth;</span><br /> +mouth;</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a soul full of poetry, though it has -qualms</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">About finding a happiness out of the Psalms;</span><br /> +qualms</span><br > +<span class="i0g">About finding a happiness out of the Psalms;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Full of tenderness, too, though it shrinks in the -dark,</span><br /> +dark,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Hamadryad-like, under the coarse, shaggy -bark;</span><br /> +bark;</span><br > <span class="i0g">That sees visions, knows wrestlings of God with the -Will,</span><br /> +Will,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And has its own Sinais and thunderings -still."</span><br /> +still."</span><br > <span class="i02g">Here,—"Forgive me, Apollo," I cried, "while I -pour</span><br /> +pour</span><br > <span class="i0g">My heart out to my birthplace: O, loved more and -more</span><br /> +more</span><br > <span class="i0g">Dear Baystate, from whose rocky bosom thy -sons</span><br /> +sons</span><br > <span class="i0g">Should suck milk, strong-will-giving, brave, such as -runs</span><br /> +runs</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the veins of old Graylock,—who is it that -dares</span><br /> +dares</span><br > <span class="i0g">Call thee peddler, a soul wrapt in bank-books and -shares?</span><br /> +shares?</span><br > <span class="i0g">It is false! She's a Poet. I see, as I write,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Along the far railroad the steam-snake glide -white,</span><br /> +white,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The cataract-throb of her mill-hearts I hear,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The swift strokes of trip-hammers weary my -ear,</span><br /> +ear,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sledges ring upon anvils, through logs the saw -screams,</span><br /> +screams,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Blocks swing to their place, beetles drive home the -beams:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +beams:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">It is songs such as these that she croons to the -din</span><br /> +din</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of her fast-flying shuttles, year out and year -in,</span><br /> +in,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 348]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 348]</span><br > <span class="i0g">While from earth's farthest corner there comes not a -breeze</span><br /> +breeze</span><br > <span class="i0g">But wafts her the buzz of her gold-gleaning -bees:</span><br /> +bees:</span><br > <span class="i0g">What tho' those horn hands have as yet found small -time</span><br /> +time</span><br > <span class="i0g">For painting and sculpture and music and -rhyme?</span><br /> +rhyme?</span><br > <span class="i0g">These will come in due order, the need that prest -sorest</span><br /> +sorest</span><br > <span class="i0g">Was to vanquish the seasons, the ocean, the -forest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To bridle and harness the rivers, the steam,</span><br /> +forest,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To bridle and harness the rivers, the steam,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Making that whirl her mill-wheels, this tug in her -team,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To vassalize old tyrant Winter, and make</span><br /> +team,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To vassalize old tyrant Winter, and make</span><br > <span class="i0g">Him delve surlily for her on river and -lake;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +lake;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">When this New World was parted, she strove not to -shirk</span><br /> +shirk</span><br > <span class="i0g">Her lot in the heirdom, the tough, silent -Work,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The hero-share ever, from Herakles down</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To Odin, the Earth's iron sceptre and crown;</span><br /> +Work,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The hero-share ever, from Herakles down</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To Odin, the Earth's iron sceptre and crown;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Yes, thou dear, noble Mother! if ever men's -praise</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Could be claimed for creating heroical lays,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thou hast won it; if ever the laurel divine</span><br /> +praise</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Could be claimed for creating heroical lays,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thou hast won it; if ever the laurel divine</span><br > <span class="i0g">Crowned the Maker and Builder, that glory is -thine!</span><br /> +thine!</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thy songs are right epic, they tell how this -rude</span><br /> +rude</span><br > <span class="i0g">Rock-rib of our earth here was tamed and -subdued;</span><br /> +subdued;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thou hast written them plain on the face of the -planet</span><br /> +planet</span><br > <span class="i0g">In brave, deathless letters of iron and -granite;</span><br /> +granite;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thou hast printed them deep for all time; they are -set</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">From the same runic type-fount and alphabet</span><br /> +set</span><br > +<span class="i0g">From the same runic type-fount and alphabet</span><br > <span class="i0g">With thy stout Berkshire hills and the arms of thy -Bay,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Bay,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">They are staves from the burly old Mayflower -lay.</span><br /> +lay.</span><br > <span class="i0g">If the drones of the Old World, in querulous -ease,</span><br /> +ease,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ask thy Art and thy Letters, point proudly to -these,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Or, if they deny these are Letters and Art,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Toil on with the same old invincible heart;</span><br /> +these,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Or, if they deny these are Letters and Art,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Toil on with the same old invincible heart;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thou art rearing the pedestal broad-based and -grand</span><br /> +grand</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whereon the fair shapes of the Artist shall -stand,</span><br /> +stand,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And creating, through labors undaunted and -long,</span><br /> +long,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The theme for all Sculpture and Painting and -Song!</span><br /> +Song!</span><br > <span class="i02g">"But my good mother Baystate wants no praise of -mine,</span><br /> +mine,</span><br > <span class="i0g">She learned from <i>her</i> mother a precept -divine</span><br /> +divine</span><br > <span class="i0g">About something that butters no parsnips, her -<i>forte</i></span><br /> +<i>forte</i></span><br > <span class="i0g">In another direction lies, work is her sport,</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 349]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 349]</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though she'll curtsey and set her cap straight, that -she will,</span><br /> +she will,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If you talk about Plymouth and one Bunker's -hill.)</span><br /> +hill.)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Dear, notable goodwife! by this time of -night,</span><br /> +night,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Her hearth is swept clean, and her fire burning -bright,</span><br /> +bright,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And she sits in a chair (of home plan and make) -rocking,</span><br /> +rocking,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Musing much, all the while, as she darns on a -stocking,</span><br /> +stocking,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whether turkeys will come pretty high next -Thanksgiving,</span><br /> +Thanksgiving,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whether flour'll be so dear, for, as sure as she's -living,</span><br /> +living,</span><br > <span class="i0g">She will use rye-and-injun then, whether the -pig</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By this time ain't got pretty tolerable big,</span><br /> +pig</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By this time ain't got pretty tolerable big,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And whether to sell it outright will be best,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Or to smoke hams and shoulders and salt down the -rest,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +rest,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">At this minute, she'd swop all my verses, ah, -cruel!</span><br /> +cruel!</span><br > <span class="i0g">For the last patent stove that is saving of -fuel;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">So I'll just let Apollo go on, for his phiz</span><br /> +fuel;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">So I'll just let Apollo go on, for his phiz</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shows I've kept him awaiting too long as it -is."</span><br /> +is."</span><br > <span class="i02g">"If our friend, there, who seems a reporter, is -done</span><br /> +done</span><br > <span class="i0g">With his burst of emotion, why, <i>I</i> will go -on,"</span><br /> +on,"</span><br > <span class="i0g">Said Apollo; some smiled, and, indeed, I must -own</span><br /> +own</span><br > <span class="i0g">There was something sarcastic, perhaps, in his -tone:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +tone:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i02g">"There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for -wit;</span><br /> +wit;</span><br > <span class="i0g">A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which -flit</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The electrical tingles of hit after hit;</span><br /> +flit</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The electrical tingles of hit after hit;</span><br > <span class="i0g">In long poems 'tis painful sometimes and -invites</span><br /> +invites</span><br > <span class="i0g">A thought of the way the new Telegraph -writes,</span><br /> +writes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which pricks down its little sharp sentences -spitefully</span><br /> +spitefully</span><br > <span class="i0g">As if you got more than you'd title to -rightfully,</span><br /> +rightfully,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And you find yourself hoping its wild father -Lightning</span><br /> +Lightning</span><br > <span class="i0g">Would flame in for a second and give you a -fright'ning.</span><br /> +fright'ning.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has perfect sway of what <i>I</i> call a sham -metre,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But many admire it, the English pentameter,</span><br /> +metre,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But many admire it, the English pentameter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And Campbell, I think, wrote most commonly -worse,</span><br /> +worse,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With less nerve, swing, and fire in the same kind of -verse,</span><br /> +verse,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor e'er achieved aught in 't so worthy of -praise</span><br /> +praise</span><br > <span class="i0g">As the tribute of Holmes to the grand -<i>Marseillaise</i>.</span><br /> +<i>Marseillaise</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">You went crazy last year over Bulwer's New -Timon;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Timon;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, if B., to the day of his dying, should rhyme -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Heaping verses on verses and tomes upon -tomes,</span><br /> +tomes,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 350]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 350]</span><br > <span class="i0g">He could ne'er reach the best point and vigor of -Holmes.</span><br /> +Holmes.</span><br > <span class="i0g">His are just the fine hands, too, to weave you a -lyric</span><br /> +lyric</span><br > <span class="i0g">Full of fancy, fun, feeling, or spiced with -satyric</span><br /> +satyric</span><br > <span class="i0g">In a measure so kindly, you doubt if the toes</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">That are trodden upon are your own or your -foes'.</span><br /> +foes'.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to -climb</span><br /> +climb</span><br > <span class="i0g">With a whole bale of <i>isms</i> tied together with -rhyme,</span><br /> +rhyme,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He might get on alone, spite of brambles and -boulders,</span><br /> +boulders,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he can't with that bundle he has on his -shoulders,</span><br /> +shoulders,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh -reaching</span><br /> +reaching</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and -preaching;</span><br /> +preaching;</span><br > <span class="i0g">His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty -well,</span><br /> +well,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But he'd rather by half make a drum of the -shell,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And rattle away till he's old as Methusalem,</span><br /> +shell,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And rattle away till he's old as Methusalem,</span><br > <span class="i0g">At the head of a march to the last new -Jerusalem.</span><br /> +Jerusalem.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"There goes Halleck, whose Fanny's a pseudo Don -Juan,</span><br /> +Juan,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With the wickedness out that gave salt to the true -one,</span><br /> +one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's a wit, though, I hear, of the very first -order,</span><br /> +order,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And once made a pun on the words soft -Recorder;</span><br /> +Recorder;</span><br > <span class="i0g">More than this, he's a very great poet, I'm -told,</span><br /> +told,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And has had his works published in crimson and -gold,</span><br /> +gold,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With something they call 'Illustrations,' to -wit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Like those with which Chapman obscured Holy Writ,<a -name="fnanchor_E" id="fnanchor_E"></a><a href="#footnote_E" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[E]</sup></a></span><br /> +wit,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Like those with which Chapman obscured Holy Writ,<a id="fnanchor_E"></a><a href="#footnote_E" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[E]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">Which are said to illustrate, because, as I view -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Like <i>lucus a non</i>, they precisely don't do -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let a man who can write what himself -understands</span><br /> +understands</span><br > <span class="i0g">Keep clear, if he can, of designing men's -hands,</span><br /> +hands,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who bury the sense, if there's any worth -having,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And then very honestly call it engraving.</span><br /> +having,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And then very honestly call it engraving.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, to quit <i>badinage</i>, which there isn't much -wit in,</span><br /> +wit in,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Halleck's better, I doubt not, than all he has -written;</span><br /> +written;</span><br > <span class="i0g">In his verse a clear glimpse you will frequently -find,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">If not of a great, of a fortunate mind,</span><br /> +find,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">If not of a great, of a fortunate mind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which contrives to be true to its natural -loves</span><br /> +loves</span><br > <span class="i0g">In a world of back-offices, ledgers, and -stoves.</span><br /> +stoves.</span><br > <span class="i0g">When his heart breaks away from the brokers and -banks,</span><br /> +banks,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And kneels in its own private shrine to give -thanks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">There's a genial manliness in him that earns</span><br /> +thanks,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">There's a genial manliness in him that earns</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 351]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 351]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our sincerest respect, (read, for instance, his -'Burns,')</span><br /> +'Burns,')</span><br > <span class="i0g">And we can't but regret (seek excuse where we -may)</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">That so much of a man has been peddled away.</span><br /> +may)</span><br > +<span class="i0g">That so much of a man has been peddled away.</span><br > <span class="i02g">"But what's that? a mass-meeting? No, there come in -lots</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The American Disraelis, Bulwers, and Scotts,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And in short the American everything-elses,</span><br /> +lots</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The American Disraelis, Bulwers, and Scotts,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And in short the American everything-elses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Each charging the others with envies and -jealousies;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +jealousies;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">By the way, 'tis a fact that displays what -profusions</span><br /> +profusions</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of all kinds of greatness bless free -institutions,</span><br /> +institutions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That while the Old World has produced barely -eight</span><br /> +eight</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of such poets as all men agree to call great,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And of other great characters hardly a score,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">(One might safely say less than that rather than -more,)</span><br /> +more,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">With you every year a whole crop is begotten,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">They're as much of a staple as corn is, or -cotton;</span><br /> +cotton;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Why, there's scarcely a huddle of log-huts and -shanties</span><br /> +shanties</span><br > <span class="i0g">That has not brought forth its own Miltons and -Dantes;</span><br /> +Dantes;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I myself know ten Byrons, one Coleridge, three -Shelleys,</span><br /> +Shelleys,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Two Raphaels, six Titians, (I think) one -Apelles,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Leonardos and Rubenses plenty as lichens,</span><br /> +Apelles,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Leonardos and Rubenses plenty as lichens,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One (but that one is plenty) American -Dickens,</span><br /> +Dickens,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A whole flock of Lambs, any number of -Tennysons,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Tennysons,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">In short, if a man has the luck to have any -sons,</span><br /> +sons,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He may feel pretty certain that one out of -twain</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Will be some very great person over again.</span><br /> +twain</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Will be some very great person over again.</span><br > <span class="i0g">There is one inconvenience in all this which -lies</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In the fact that by contrast we estimate size,<a -name="fnanchor_F" id="fnanchor_F"></a><a href="#footnote_F" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[F]</sup></a></span><br /> +lies</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In the fact that by contrast we estimate size,<a id="fnanchor_F"></a><a href="#footnote_F" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[F]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">And, where there are none except Titans, great -stature</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is only a simple proceeding of nature.</span><br /> +stature</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is only a simple proceeding of nature.</span><br > <span class="i0g">What puff the strained sails of your praise shall you -furl at, if</span><br /> +furl at, if</span><br > <span class="i0g">The calmest degree that you know is -superlative?</span><br /> +superlative?</span><br > <span class="i0g">At Rome, all whom Charon took into his wherry -must,</span><br /> +must,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As a matter of course, be well <i>issimus</i>ed and -<i>errimus</i>ed,</span><br /> +<i>errimus</i>ed,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A Greek, too, could feel, while in that famous boat he -tost,</span><br /> +tost,</span><br > <span class="i0g">That his friends would take care he was <ins title="istos">ιστος</ins>ed and <ins -title="ôtatos">ωτατος</ins>ed,</span><br /> +title="ôtatos">ωτατος</ins>ed,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 352]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 352]</span><br > <span class="i0g">And formerly we, as through graveyards we -past,</span><br /> +past,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thought the world went from bad to worse fearfully -fast;</span><br /> +fast;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let us glance for a moment, 'tis well worth the -pains,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And note what an average graveyard contains.</span><br /> +pains,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And note what an average graveyard contains.</span><br > <span class="i0g">There lie levellers levelled, duns done up -themselves,</span><br /> +themselves,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There are booksellers finally laid on their -shelves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Horizontally there lie upright politicians,</span><br /> +shelves,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Horizontally there lie upright politicians,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Dose-a-dose with their patients sleep faultless -physicians,</span><br /> +physicians,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There are slave-drivers quietly whipt -underground,</span><br /> +underground,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There bookbinders, done up in boards, are fast -bound,</span><br /> +bound,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There card-players wait till the last trump be -played,</span><br /> +played,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There all the choice spirits get finally -laid,</span><br /> +laid,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There the babe that's unborn is supplied with a -berth,</span><br /> +berth,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There men without legs get their six feet of -earth,</span><br /> +earth,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There lawyers repose, each wrapt up in his -case,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">There seekers of office are sure of a place,</span><br /> +case,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">There seekers of office are sure of a place,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There defendant and plaintiff get equally -cast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">There shoemakers quietly stick to the last,</span><br /> +cast,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">There shoemakers quietly stick to the last,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There brokers at length become silent as -stocks,</span><br /> +stocks,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There stage-drivers sleep without quitting their -box,</span><br /> +box,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And so forth and so forth and so forth and so -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With this kind of stuff one might endlessly go -on;</span><br /> +on;</span><br > <span class="i0g">To come to the point, I may safely assert you</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Will find in each yard every cardinal virtue;<a -name="fnanchor_G" id="fnanchor_G"></a><a href="#footnote_G" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[G]</sup></a></span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Will find in each yard every cardinal virtue;<a id="fnanchor_G"></a><a href="#footnote_G" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[G]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">Each has six truest patriots: four discoverers of -ether,</span><br /> +ether,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who never had thought on't nor mentioned it -either:</span><br /> +either:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ten poets, the greatest who ever wrote rhyme:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Two hundred and forty first men of their -time:</span><br /> +time:</span><br > <span class="i0g">One person whose portrait just gave the least -hint</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Its original had a most horrible squint:</span><br /> +hint</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Its original had a most horrible squint:</span><br > <span class="i0g">One critic, most (what do they call it?) -reflective,</span><br /> +reflective,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who never had used the phrase ob- or -subjective;</span><br /> +subjective;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Forty fathers of Freedom, of whom twenty bred</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Their sons for the rice-swamps, at so much a -head,</span><br /> +head,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And their daughters for—faugh! thirty mothers of -Gracchi:</span><br /> +Gracchi:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Non-resistants who gave many a spiritual black -eye:</span><br /> +eye:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Eight true friends of their kind, one of whom was a -jailer:</span><br /> +jailer:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Four captains almost as astounding as Taylor:</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 353]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 353]</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Two dozen of Italy's exiles who shoot us his</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Two dozen of Italy's exiles who shoot us his</span><br > <span class="i0g">Kaisership daily, stern pen-and-ink Brutuses,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Who, in Yankee back-parlors, with crucified smile,<a -name="fnanchor_H" id="fnanchor_H"></a><a href="#footnote_H" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[H]</sup></a></span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Who, in Yankee back-parlors, with crucified smile,<a id="fnanchor_H"></a><a href="#footnote_H" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[H]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">Mount serenely their country's funereal pile:</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Ninety-nine Irish heroes, ferocious rebellers</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">'Gainst the Saxon in cis-marine garrets and -cellars,</span><br /> +cellars,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who shake their dread fists o'er the sea and all -that,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">As long as a copper drops into the hat:</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Nine hundred Teutonic republicans stark</span><br /> +that,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">As long as a copper drops into the hat:</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Nine hundred Teutonic republicans stark</span><br > <span class="i0g">From Vaterland's battles just won—in the -Park,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Who the happy profession of martyrdom take</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Whenever it gives them a chance at a steak:</span><br /> +Park,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Who the happy profession of martyrdom take</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Whenever it gives them a chance at a steak:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sixty-two second Washingtons: two or three -Jacksons:</span><br /> +Jacksons:</span><br > <span class="i0g">And so many everythings else that it racks -one's</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Poor memory too much to continue the list,</span><br /> +one's</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Poor memory too much to continue the list,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Especially now they no longer exist;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I would merely observe that you've taken to -giving</span><br /> +giving</span><br > <span class="i0g">The puffs that belong to the dead to the -living,</span><br /> +living,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And that somehow your trump-of-contemporary-doom's -tones</span><br /> +tones</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is tuned after old dedications and -tombstones."<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +tombstones."<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<span class="i02g">Here the critic came in and a thistle presented<a -name="fnanchor_I" id="fnanchor_I"></a><a href="#footnote_I" +<span class="i02g">Here the critic came in and a thistle presented<a id="fnanchor_I"></a><a href="#footnote_I" class="fnanchor"><sup>[I]</sup></a><span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">From a frown to a smile the god's features -relented,</span><br /> +relented,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As he stared at his envoy, who, swelling with -pride,</span><br /> +pride,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the god's asking look, nothing daunted, -replied,</span><br /> +replied,</span><br > <span class="i0g">"You're surprised, I suppose, I was absent so -long</span><br /> +long</span><br > <span class="i0g">But your godship respecting the lilies was -wrong;</span><br /> +wrong;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I hunted the garden from one end to t' other,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">And got no reward but vexation and bother,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">And got no reward but vexation and bother,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till, tossed out with weeds in a corner to -wither,</span><br /> +wither,</span><br > <span class="i0g">This one lily I found and made haste to bring -hither."</span><br /> +hither."</span><br > <span class="i02g">"Did he think I had given him a book to -review?</span><br /> +review?</span><br > <span class="i0g">I ought to have known what the fellow would -do,"</span><br /> +do,"</span><br > <span class="i0g">Muttered Phœbus aside, "for a thistle will -pass</span><br /> +pass</span><br > <span class="i0g">Beyond doubt for the queen of all flowers with an -ass;</span><br /> +ass;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He has chosen in just the same way as he'd -choose</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">His specimens out of the books he reviews;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And now, as this offers an excellent text,</span><br /> +choose</span><br > +<span class="i0g">His specimens out of the books he reviews;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And now, as this offers an excellent text,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 354]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 354]</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'll give 'em some brief hints on criticism -next."</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">So, musing a moment, he turned to the crowd,</span><br /> +next."</span><br > +<span class="i0g">So, musing a moment, he turned to the crowd,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, clearing his voice, spoke as follows -aloud:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +aloud:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i02g">"My friends, in the happier days of the muse,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">We were luckily free from such things as -reviews,</span><br /> +reviews,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then naught came between with its fog to make -clearer</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The heart of the poet to that of his hearer;</span><br /> +clearer</span><br > +<span class="i0g">The heart of the poet to that of his hearer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then the poet brought heaven to the people, and -they</span><br /> +they</span><br > <span class="i0g">Felt that they, too, were poets in hearing his -lay;</span><br /> +lay;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then the poet was prophet, the past in his -soul</span><br /> +soul</span><br > <span class="i0g">Pre-created the future, both parts of one -whole;</span><br /> +whole;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then for him there was nothing too great or too -small,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">For one natural deity sanctified all;</span><br /> +small,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">For one natural deity sanctified all;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then the bard owned no clipper and meter of -moods</span><br /> +moods</span><br > <span class="i0g">Save the spirit of silence that hovers and -broods</span><br /> +broods</span><br > <span class="i0g">O'er the seas and the mountains, the rivers and -woods</span><br /> +woods</span><br > <span class="i0g">He asked not earth's verdict, forgetting the -clods,</span><br /> +clods,</span><br > <span class="i0g">His soul soared and sang to an audience of -gods.</span><br /> +gods.</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twas for them that he measured the thought and the -line,</span><br /> +line,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And shaped for their vision the perfect -design,</span><br /> +design,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With as glorious a foresight, a balance as -true,</span><br /> +true,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As swung out the worlds in the infinite blue;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Then a glory and greatness invested man's -heart,</span><br /> +heart,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The universal, which now stands estranged and -apart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In the free individual moulded, was Art;</span><br /> +apart,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In the free individual moulded, was Art;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then the forms of the Artist seemed thrilled with -desire</span><br /> +desire</span><br > <span class="i0g">For something as yet unattained, fuller, -higher,</span><br /> +higher,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As once with her lips, lifted hands, and eyes -listening,</span><br /> +listening,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And her whole upward soul in her countenance -glistening,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Eurydice stood—like a beacon unfired,</span><br /> +glistening,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Eurydice stood—like a beacon unfired,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Which, once touch'd with flame, will leap heav'nward -inspired<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And waited with answering kindle to mark</span><br /> +inspired<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span>;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">And waited with answering kindle to mark</span><br > <span class="i0g">The first gleam of Orpheus that pained the red -Dark.</span><br /> +Dark.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then painting, song, sculpture, did more than -relieve</span><br /> +relieve</span><br > <span class="i0g">The need that men feel to create and believe,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">And as, in all beauty, who listens with love,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Hears these words oft repeated—'beyond and -above,'</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">So these seemed to be but the visible sign</span><br /> +above,'</span><br > +<span class="i0g">So these seemed to be but the visible sign</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of the grasp of the soul after things more -divine;</span><br /> +divine;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They were ladders the Artist erected to climb</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">O'er the narrow horizon of space and of time,</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 355]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 355]</span><br > <span class="i0g">And we see there the footsteps by which men had -gained</span><br /> +gained</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the one rapturous glimpse of the -never-attained,</span><br /> +never-attained,</span><br > <span class="i0g">As shepherds could erst sometimes trace in the -sod</span><br /> +sod</span><br > <span class="i0g">The last spurning print of a sky-cleaving -god.</span><br /> +god.</span><br > -<span class="i02g">"But now, on the poet's dis-privacied moods</span><br /> +<span class="i02g">"But now, on the poet's dis-privacied moods</span><br > <span class="i0g">With <i>do this</i> and <i>do that</i> the pert critic -intrudes;</span><br /> +intrudes;</span><br > <span class="i0g">While he thinks he's been barely fulfilling his -duty</span><br /> +duty</span><br > <span class="i0g">To interpret 'twixt men and their own sense of -beauty,</span><br /> +beauty,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And has striven, while others sought honor or -pelf,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To make his kind happy as he was himself,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">He finds he's been guilty of horrid offences</span><br /> +pelf,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To make his kind happy as he was himself,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">He finds he's been guilty of horrid offences</span><br > <span class="i0g">In all kinds of moods, numbers, genders, and -tenses;</span><br /> +tenses;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's been <i>ob</i> and <i>sub</i>jective, what Kettle -calls Pot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Precisely, at all events, what he ought not,</span><br /> +calls Pot,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Precisely, at all events, what he ought not,</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>You have done this</i>, says one judge; <i>done -that</i>, says another;</span><br /> +that</i>, says another;</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>You should have done this</i>, grumbles one; -<i>that</i>, says t' other;</span><br /> +<i>that</i>, says t' other;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Never mind what he touches, one shrieks out -<i>Taboo!</i></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">And while he is wondering what he shall do,</span><br /> +<i>Taboo!</i></span><br > +<span class="i0g">And while he is wondering what he shall do,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Since each suggests opposite topics for song,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">They all shout together <i>you're right!</i> and -<i>you're wrong!</i></span><br /> +<i>you're wrong!</i></span><br > <span class="i02g">"Nature fits all her children with something to -do,</span><br /> +do,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He who would write and can't write, can surely -review,</span><br /> +review,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Can set up a small booth as critic and sell us -his</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies;</span><br /> +his</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thus a lawyer's apprentice, just out of his -teens,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Will do for the Jeffrey of six magazines;</span><br /> +teens,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Will do for the Jeffrey of six magazines;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Having read Johnson's lives of the poets half -through,</span><br /> +through,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's nothing on earth he's not competent -to;</span><br /> +to;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He reviews with as much nonchalance as he -whistles,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +whistles,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">He goes through a book and just picks out the -thistles,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">It matters not whether he blame or commend,</span><br /> +thistles,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">It matters not whether he blame or commend,</span><br > <span class="i0g">If he's bad as a foe, he's far worse as a -friend;</span><br /> +friend;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let an author but write what's above his poor -scope,</span><br /> +scope,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And he'll go to work gravely and twist up a -rope,</span><br /> +rope,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, inviting the world to see punishment -done,</span><br /> +done,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Hang himself up to bleach in the wind and the -sun;</span><br /> +sun;</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Tis delightful to see, when a man comes -along</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Who has anything in him peculiar and strong,</span><br /> +along</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Who has anything in him peculiar and strong,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 356]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 356]</span><br > <span class="i0g">Every cockboat that swims clear its fierce (pop) -gundeck at him</span><br /> +gundeck at him</span><br > <span class="i0g">And make as he passes its ludicrous Peck at -him,"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +him,"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i02g">Here Miranda came up and began, "As to -that,"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +that,"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Apollo at once seized his gloves, cane, and -hat,</span><br /> +hat,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And, seeing the place getting rapidly -cleared,</span><br /> +cleared,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I, too, snatched my notes and forthwith -disappeared.</span><br /> +disappeared.</span><br > </div> <p class="p2 footnote"> -<a name="footnote_C" id="footnote_C"></a> +<a id="footnote_C"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_C">[C]</a> To demonstrate quickly and easily how - per-<br /> + per-<br > <span class="i2">-versely absurd 'tis to sound this name - <i>Cowper</i>,</span><br /> + <i>Cowper</i>,</span><br > <span class="i2">As people in general call him named - <i>super</i>,</span><br /> + <i>super</i>,</span><br > <span class="i2">I just add that he rhymes it himself with horse-trooper.</span></p> <p class="footnote morebefore"> -<a name="footnote_D" id="footnote_D"></a> +<a id="footnote_D"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_D">[D]</a> (If you call Snooks an owl, he will show - by his looks<br /> + by his looks<br > <span class="i2">That he's morally certain you're jealous of Snooks.)</span></p> <p class="footnote morebefore"> -<a name="footnote_E" id="footnote_E"></a> +<a id="footnote_E"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_E">[E]</a> (Cuts rightly called wooden, as all must admit.)</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_F" id="footnote_F"></a> +<a id="footnote_F"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_F">[F]</a> That is in most cases we do, but not - all,<br /> + all,<br > <span class="i2">Past a doubt, there are men who are innately - small,</span><br /> + small,</span><br > <span class="i2">Such as Blank, who, without being 'minished a - tittle,</span><br /> + tittle,</span><br > <span class="i2">Might stand for a type of the Absolute Little.</span></p> <p class="footnote morebefore"> -<a name="footnote_G" id="footnote_G"></a> +<a id="footnote_G"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_G">[G]</a> (And at this just conclusion will surely - arrive,<br /> + arrive,<br > <span class="i2">That the goodness of earth is more dead than alive.)</span></p> <p class="footnote morebefore"> -<a name="footnote_H" id="footnote_H"></a> +<a id="footnote_H"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_H">[H]</a> Not forgetting their tea and their toast, though, the while.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_I" id="footnote_I"></a> +<a id="footnote_I"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_I">[I]</a> Turn back now to page—goodness only - knows what,<br /> + knows what,<br > <span class="i2">And take a fresh hold on the thread of my plot.</span></p> <p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 357]</span></p> -<p><a name="Biglow" id="Biglow"></a></p> +<p><a id="Biglow"></a></p> <h3 class="p4">THE BIGLOW PAPERS.</h3> -<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 358]</span><br /> +<p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 358]</span><br > <span class="pagenum">[Pg 359]</span></p> @@ -21666,8 +21637,7 @@ sutilis</i>, shall seem to leave port with a clipping breeze, and to carry, in nautical phrase, a bone in her mouth. Nevertheless, I have chosen, as being more equitable, to prepare some also sufficiently objurgatory, that readers of every taste may find a dish to their -palate. I have modelled them upon <span class="pagenum"><a -name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> actually existing +palate. I have modelled them upon <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> actually existing specimens, preserved in my own cabinet of natural curiosities. One, in particular, I had copied with tolerable exactness from a notice of one of my own discourses, which, from its superior tone and appearance of @@ -21679,7 +21649,7 @@ direction of one of my brethren in a neighboring town, and whom I had once instinctively corrected in a Latin quantity. But this I have been forced to omit, from its too great length.—H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><i>From the Universal Littery Universe.</i></p> @@ -21698,7 +21668,7 @@ Where all is so good, we are at a loss how to make extracts.... On the whole, we may call it a volume which no library, pretending to entire completeness, should fail to place upon its shelves.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><i>From the Higginbottomopolis Snapping-turtle.</i></p> @@ -21713,7 +21683,7 @@ combined heads of author and editor. The work is wretchedly got up.... We should like to know how much <i>British gold</i> was pocketed by this libeller of our country and her purest patriots.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><i>From the Oldfogrumville Mentor.</i></p> @@ -21733,7 +21703,7 @@ work is admirably got up.... This work will form an appropriate ornament to the centre-table. It is beautifully printed, on paper of an excellent quality.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><i>From the Dekay Bulwark.</i></p> @@ -21757,7 +21727,7 @@ invading the sacred precincts of the pulpit.... On the whole, we consider this volume as one of the first shocking results which we predicted would spring out of the late French "Revolution" (!).</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><i>From the Bungtown Copper and Comprehensive Tocsin</i> (<i>a try-weakly family journal</i>).</p> @@ -21787,7 +21757,7 @@ higher walks of literature in which he is evidently capable of achieving enduring fame. Already we should be inclined to assign him a high position in the bright galaxy of our American bards.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 362]</span> <i>From the Saltriver Pilot and Flag of Freedom.</i></p> @@ -21802,9 +21772,9 @@ pure, upright, and consistent politicians not safe from his malignant venom.... General Cushing comes in for a share of his vile calumnies.... The <i>Reverend</i> Homer Wilbur is a disgrace to his cloth....</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p class="center"><i>From the World-Harmonic-Æolian-Attachment.</i></p> +<p class="center"><i>From the World-Harmonic-Æolian-Attachment.</i></p> <p>Speech is silver: silence is golden. No utterance more Orphic than this. While, therefore, as highest author, we reverence him whose works @@ -21871,7 +21841,7 @@ but radiantly calm as on antique gems; for him paws impatient the winged courser of the gods, champing unwelcome bit; him the starry deeps, the empyrean glooms, and far-flashing splendors await.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><i>From the Onion Grove Phœnix.</i></p> @@ -21915,7 +21885,7 @@ different branches of the great Anglo-Saxon race.</p> portion of it here, the more especially as it contains one of Mr. Biglow's poems not elsewhere printed.—H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 364]</span> <i>From the Jaalam Independent Blunderbuss.</i></p> @@ -21930,79 +21900,79 @@ title of it is "The Courtin'."</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00">Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' peeked in thru the winder,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' there sot Huldy all alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'ith no one nigh to hender.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' peeked in thru the winder,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' there sot Huldy all alone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">'ith no one nigh to hender.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Agin' the chimbly crooknecks hung,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' in amongst 'em rusted</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fetched back frum Concord busted.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Agin' the chimbly crooknecks hung,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' in amongst 'em rusted</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fetched back frum Concord busted.</span><br > -<span class="i00">The wannut logs shot sparkles out</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Towards the pootiest, bless her!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' leetle fires danced all about</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The chiny on the dresser.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The wannut logs shot sparkles out</span><br > +<span class="i2">Towards the pootiest, bless her!</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' leetle fires danced all about</span><br > +<span class="i2">The chiny on the dresser.</span><br > -<span class="i00">The very room, coz she wuz in,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Looked warm frum floor to ceilin',</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' she looked full ez rosy agin</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez th' apples she wuz peelin'.</span><br /> +<span class="i00">The very room, coz she wuz in,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Looked warm frum floor to ceilin',</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' she looked full ez rosy agin</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez th' apples she wuz peelin'.</span><br > -<span class="i00">She heerd a foot an' knowed it, tu,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">She heerd a foot an' knowed it, tu,</span><br > <span class="i2">Araspin' on the scraper,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">All ways to once her feelins flew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like sparks in burnt-up paper.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">He kin' o' l'itered on the mat,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some doubtfle o' the seekle;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His heart kep' goin' pitypat,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But hern went pity Zekle.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">An' yet she gin her cheer a jerk</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez though she wished him furder,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' on her apples kep' to work</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez ef a wager spurred her.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"You want to see my Pa, I spose?"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"Wal, no; I come designin'—"</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"To see my Ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Agin tomorrow's i'nin'."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">He stood a spell on one foot fust</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Then stood a spell on tother,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' on which one he felt the wust</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He couldn't ha' told ye, nuther.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Sez he, "I'd better call agin;"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sez she, "think likely, <i>Mister</i>;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The last word pricked him like a pin,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An'—wal, he up and kist her.</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 365]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Huldy sot pale ez ashes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All kind o' smily round the lips</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' teary round the lashes.</span><br /> -<span class="i00">Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Down to the Bay o' Fundy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' all I know is they wuz cried</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In meetin', come nex Sunday.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">All ways to once her feelins flew</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like sparks in burnt-up paper.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">He kin' o' l'itered on the mat,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some doubtfle o' the seekle;</span><br > +<span class="i0">His heart kep' goin' pitypat,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But hern went pity Zekle.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">An' yet she gin her cheer a jerk</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez though she wished him furder,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' on her apples kep' to work</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez ef a wager spurred her.</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"You want to see my Pa, I spose?"</span><br > +<span class="i2">"Wal, no; I come designin'—"</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"To see my Ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es</span><br > +<span class="i2">Agin tomorrow's i'nin'."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">He stood a spell on one foot fust</span><br > +<span class="i2">Then stood a spell on tother,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' on which one he felt the wust</span><br > +<span class="i2">He couldn't ha' told ye, nuther.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Sez he, "I'd better call agin;"</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sez she, "think likely, <i>Mister</i>;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">The last word pricked him like a pin,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An'—wal, he up and kist her.</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 365]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Huldy sot pale ez ashes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All kind o' smily round the lips</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' teary round the lashes.</span><br > +<span class="i00">Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide</span><br > +<span class="i2">Down to the Bay o' Fundy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' all I know is they wuz cried</span><br > +<span class="i2">In meetin', come nex Sunday.</span><br > </div> <p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 366]</span> Satis multis sese emptores futuros libri professis, Georgius Nichols, Cantabrigiensis, opus -emittet de parte gravi sed adhuc neglecta historiæ naturalis, cum titulo +emittet de parte gravi sed adhuc neglecta historiæ naturalis, cum titulo sequenti, videlicet:</p> <p><i>Conatus ad Delineationem naturalem nonnihil perfectiorem Scarabœi Bombilatoris, vulgo dicti</i> <span class="smcap">Humbug</span>, ab <span class="smcap">Homero Wilbur</span>, Artium Magistro, Societatis historico-naturalis -JaalamensisPræside, (Secretario, Socioque (eheu!) singulo,) multarumque +JaalamensisPræside, (Secretario, Socioque (eheu!) singulo,) multarumque aliarum Societatum eruditarum (sive ineruditarum) tarn domesticarum quam transmarinarum Socio—forsitan futuro.</p> @@ -22011,56 +21981,54 @@ transmarinarum Socio—forsitan futuro.</p> <p><span class="smcap">Lectori Benevolo S.</span></p> <p>Toga scholastica nondum deposita, quum systemata varia entomologica, -a viris ejus scientiæ cultoribus studiosissimis summa diligentia -ædificata, penitus indagâssem, non fuit quin luctuose omnibus in iis, +a viris ejus scientiæ cultoribus studiosissimis summa diligentia +ædificata, penitus indagâssem, non fuit quin luctuose omnibus in iis, quamvis aliter laude dignissimis, hiatum magni momenti perciperem. Tunc, nescio quo motu superiore impulsus, aut qua captus dulcedine operis, ad eum implendum (Curtius alter) me solemniter devovi. Nec ab isto labore, -<ins title="daimoniôs">δαιμονίως +<ins title="daimoniôs">δαιμονίως </ins> imposito, abstinui antequam tractatulum sufficienter inconcinnum lingua vernacula perfeceram. Inde, juveniliter tumefactus, et barathro -ineptiæ <ins title="tôn bibliopolôn"> τῶν -βιβλιοπωλῶν +ineptiæ <ins title="tôn bibliopolôn"> τῶν βιβλιοπωλῶν </ins> (necnon "Publici Legentis") nusquam explorato, me composuisse -quod quasi placentas præfervidas (ut sic dicam) homines ingurgitarent -credidi. Sed, quum huic et alio bibliopolæ MSS. mea submisissem et nihil -solidius responsione valde negativa in Musæum meum retulissem, horror +quod quasi placentas præfervidas (ut sic dicam) homines ingurgitarent +credidi. Sed, quum huic et alio bibliopolæ MSS. mea submisissem et nihil +solidius responsione valde negativa in Musæum meum retulissem, horror ingens atque misericordia, ob crassitudinem Lambertianam in cerebris homunculorum istius muneris cœlesti quadam ira infixam, me invasere. Extemplo mei solius impensis librum edere decrevi, nihil omnino dubitans quin "Mundus Scientificus" (ut aiunt) crumenam meam ampliter repleret. Nullam, attamen, ex agro illo meo parvulo segetem -demessui, præter gaudium vacuum bene de Republica merendi. Iste panis -meus pretiosus super aquas literarias fæculentas præfidenter jactus, +demessui, præter gaudium vacuum bene de Republica merendi. Iste panis +meus pretiosus super aquas literarias fæculentas præfidenter jactus, quasi Harpyiarum quarundam (scilicet bibliopolarum istorum facinorosorum supradictorum) tactu rancidus, intra perpaucos dies mihi domum rediit. Et, quum ipse tali victu ali non tolerarem, primum in mentem venit pistori (typographo nempe) nihilominus solvendum esse. Animum non -idcirco demisi, imo æque ac pueri naviculas suas penes se lino retinent -(eo ut e recto cursu delapsas ad ripam retrahant), sic ego Argô meam -chartaceam fluctibus laborantem a quæsitu velleris aurei, ipse potius +idcirco demisi, imo æque ac pueri naviculas suas penes se lino retinent +(eo ut e recto cursu delapsas ad ripam retrahant), sic ego Argô meam +chartaceam fluctibus laborantem a quæsitu velleris aurei, ipse potius tonsus pelleque exutus, mente solida revocavi. Metaphoram ut mutem, <i>boomarangam</i> meam a scopo aberrantem retraxi, dum <span class="pagenum">[Pg 367]</span> majore vi, occasione ministrante, adversus Fortunam intorquerem. Ast mihi, talia volventi, et, sicut Saturnus ille -<ins title="paidoboros"> -παιδοβόρος</ins>, +<ins title="paidoboros">παιδοβόÏος</ins>, liberos intellectus mei depascere fidenti, casus miserandus, nec antea -inauditus, supervenit. Nam, ut ferunt Scythas pietatis causa et parsimoniæ, -parentes suos mortuos devorâsse, sic filius hic meus primogenitus, Scythis +inauditus, supervenit. Nam, ut ferunt Scythas pietatis causa et parsimoniæ, +parentes suos mortuos devorâsse, sic filius hic meus primogenitus, Scythis ipsis minus mansuetus, patrem vivum totum et calcitrantem exsorbere enixus est. Nec tamen hac de causa sobolem meam esurientem exheredavi. Sed famem istam pro valido testimonio virilitatis roborisque potius habui, cibumque ad eam satiandam, salva paterna mea carne, petii. Et quia bilem illam -scaturientem ad æs etiam concoquendum idoneam esse estimabam, unde æs +scaturientem ad æs etiam concoquendum idoneam esse estimabam, unde æs alienum, ut minoris pretii, haberem, circumspexi. Rebus ita se habentibus, ab avunculo meo Johanne Doolittle, Armigero, impetravi ut pecunias necessarias suppeditaret, ne opus esset mihi universitatem relinquendi antequam ad gradum primum in artibus pervenissem. Tunc ego, salvum facere -patronum meum munificum maxime cupiens, omnes libros primæ editionis operis -mei non venditos una cum privilegio in omne ævum ejusdem imprimendi et -edendi avunculo meo dicto pigneravi. Ex illo die, atro lapide notando, curæ -vociferantes familiæ singulis annis crescentis eo usque insultabant ut +patronum meum munificum maxime cupiens, omnes libros primæ editionis operis +mei non venditos una cum privilegio in omne ævum ejusdem imprimendi et +edendi avunculo meo dicto pigneravi. Ex illo die, atro lapide notando, curæ +vociferantes familiæ singulis annis crescentis eo usque insultabant ut nunquam tam carum pignus e vinculis istis aheneis solvere possem.</p> <p>Avunculo vero nuper mortuo, quum inter alios consanguineos testamenti @@ -22071,7 +22039,7 @@ esse qui divitias tueatur, beneficenterque ac prudenter iis divinis creditis utatur,—ergo, motus hisce cogitationibus, exque amore meo in ilium magno, do, legoque nepoti caro meo supranominato omnes singularesque istas possessiones nec ponderabiles nec computabiles meas -quæ sequuntur, scilicet: quingentos libros quos mihi pigneravit dictus +quæ sequuntur, scilicet: quingentos libros quos mihi pigneravit dictus Homerus, anno lucis 1792, cum privilegio edendi et repetendi opus istud 'scientificum' (quod dicunt) suum, si sic elegerit. Tamen D. O. M. precor oculos Homeri nepotis mei ita aperiat eumque moveat, ut libros @@ -22080,7 +22048,7 @@ abscondat."</p> <p>His verbis (vix credibilibus) auditis, cor meum in pectore exsultavit. Deinde, quoniam tractatus Anglice scriptus spem auctoris -fefellerat, quippe quum studium Historiæ Naturalis in Republica nostra +fefellerat, quippe quum studium Historiæ Naturalis in Republica nostra inter factionis strepitum languescat, Latine versum edere statui, et eo potius quia nescio quomodo disciplina academica et duo diplomata proficiant, nisi quod peritos linguarum omnino mortuarum (et @@ -22095,7 +22063,7 @@ crepitaculum per quod dentes caninos dentibam retineo.</p> SPECIMEN.</p> <p class="center">(<i>Ad exemplum Johannis Physiophili speciminis -Monachologiæ.</i>)</p> +Monachologiæ.</i>)</p> <p class="p2 center">12. S. B. <i>Militaris</i>, <span class="smcap">Wilbur</span>. <i>Carnifex</i>, <span @@ -22117,34 +22085,34 @@ ostendit. Pro cibo vaccam publicam callide mulget; abdomen enorme; facultas suctus haud facile estimanda. Otiosus, fatuus; ferox nihilominus, semperque dimicare paratus. Tortuose repit.</p> -<p>Capite sæpe maxima cum cura dissecto, ne illud rudimentum etiam +<p>Capite sæpe maxima cum cura dissecto, ne illud rudimentum etiam cerebri commune omnibus prope insectis detegere poteram.</p> <p>Unam de hoc S. milit. rem singularem notavi; Nam S. Guineens. (Fabric. 143) servos facit, et idcirco a multis summa in reverentia -habitus, quasi scintillas rationis pæne humanæ demonstrans.</p> +habitus, quasi scintillas rationis pæne humanæ demonstrans.</p> <p class="p2 center">24. S. B. <i>Criticus</i>, <span class="smcap">Wilbur</span>. <i>Zoilus</i>, <span -class="smcap">Fabric</span>. <i>Pigmæus</i>, <span +class="smcap">Fabric</span>. <i>Pigmæus</i>, <span class="smcap">Carlsen</span>.</p> <p class="p2">[Stultissime Johannes Stryx cum S. punctato (Fabric. -64-109) confundit. Specimina quamplurima scrutationi microscopicæ +64-109) confundit. Specimina quamplurima scrutationi microscopicæ subjeci, nunquam tamen unum ulla indicia puncti cujusvis prorsus ostendentem inveni.]</p> -<p>Præcipue formidolosus, insectatusque, in proxima rima anonyma sese +<p>Præcipue formidolosus, insectatusque, in proxima rima anonyma sese abscondit, <i>we, we</i>, creberrime stridens. Ineptus, segnipes.</p> <p>Habitat ubique gentium; in sicco; nidum suum terebratione indefessa -ædificans. Cibus. Libros depascit; siccos præcipue.</p> +ædificans. Cibus. Libros depascit; siccos præcipue.</p> <p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 369]</span></p> <p class="center"><i>MELIBŒUS-HIPPONAX.</i></p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p class="center p2">THE</p> @@ -22152,7 +22120,7 @@ abscondit, <i>we, we</i>, creberrime stridens. Ineptus, segnipes.</p> <h5>EDITED</h5> -<h4>WITH AN INTRODUCTION, NOTES, GLOSSARY, AND<br /> +<h4>WITH AN INTRODUCTION, NOTES, GLOSSARY, AND<br > COPIOUS INDEX,</h4> @@ -22160,23 +22128,23 @@ COPIOUS INDEX,</h4> <h3>HOMER WILBUR, A.M.,</h3> -<h6>PASTOR OF THE FIRST CHURCH IN JAALAM, AND (PROSPECTIVE)<br /> +<h6>PASTOR OF THE FIRST CHURCH IN JAALAM, AND (PROSPECTIVE)<br > -MEMBER OF MANY LITERARY, LEARNED AND SCIENTIFIC<br /> +MEMBER OF MANY LITERARY, LEARNED AND SCIENTIFIC<br > -SOCIETIES,<br /> +SOCIETIES,<br > (<i>for which see page <a href="#Page_372">372</a>.</i>)</h6> <div class="poem"> <span class="i02">The ploughman's whistle, or the trivial -flute,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Finds more respect than great Apollo's lute.</span><br /> -<span class="i8"><i>Quarles's Emblems</i>, b. ii. e. 8.</span><br /> +flute,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Finds more respect than great Apollo's lute.</span><br > +<span class="i8"><i>Quarles's Emblems</i>, b. ii. e. 8.</span><br > -<span class="i02">Margaritas, munde porcine, calcâsti: en, siliquas -accipe.</span><br /> -<span class="i8"><i>Jac. Car. Fil. ad Pub. Leg.</i> § 1.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Margaritas, munde porcine, calcâsti: en, siliquas +accipe.</span><br > +<span class="i8"><i>Jac. Car. Fil. ad Pub. Leg.</i> § 1.</span><br > </div> <p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 370]</span></p> @@ -22225,7 +22193,7 @@ nearly a year beforehand), or whether it had its origin in any more culpable motives, I forbear to consider in this place, the matter being in course of painful investigation. But, however this may be, I felt the omission the more keenly, as I had, in expectation of the new catalogue, -enriched the library of the Jaalam Athenæum with the old one then in my +enriched the library of the Jaalam Athenæum with the old one then in my possession, by which means it has come about that my children will be deprived of a never-wearying winter evening's amusement in looking out the name of their parent in that distinguished roll. Those harmless innocents @@ -22268,13 +22236,13 @@ titul. honorar. qu. adh. non tant. opt. quam probab. put.</p> <p>*<sub><span class="larger">*</span></sub>* <i>Litt. Uncial. distinx. ut Prœs. S. Hist. Nat. Jaal.</i></p> -<p><a name="Page_372"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 372] </span> <i>HOMERUS -WILBUR</i>, Mr., Episc. Jaalam, S. T. D. 1850, et Yal. 1849, et Neo-Cæs. et +<p><a id="Page_372"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 372] </span> <i>HOMERUS +WILBUR</i>, Mr., Episc. Jaalam, S. T. D. 1850, et Yal. 1849, et Neo-Cæs. et Brun. et Gulielm. 1852, et Gul. et Mar. et Bowd. et Georgiop. et Viridimont. et Columb. Nov. Ebor. 1853, et Amherst. et Watervill. et S. Jarlath. Hib. et S. Mar. et S. Joseph. et S. And. Scot. 1854, et Nashvill. et Dart. et Dickins. et Concord. et Wash. et Columbian. et Charlest. et -Jeff. et Dubl. et Oxon. et Cantab, et cæt. 1855, P. U. N. C. H. et J. U. D. +Jeff. et Dubl. et Oxon. et Cantab, et cæt. 1855, P. U. N. C. H. et J. U. D. Gott. et Osnab. et Heidelb. 1860, et Acad. <span class="smcap">Bore us</span>. Berolin. Soc. et SS. RR. Lugd. Bat. et Patav. et Lond. et Edinb. et Ins. Feejee. et Null. Terr. et Pekin. Soc. Hon. et S. H. S. et S. P. A. @@ -22282,7 +22250,7 @@ et A. A. S. et S. Humb. Univ. et S. Omn. Rer. Quarund. q. Aliar. Promov. Passamaquod. et H. P. C. et I. O. H. et Α. Δ. Φ. et Π. Κ. Ρ. et Φ. Β. Κ. et Peucin. et Erosoph. et Philadelph. et Frat. in Unit. et -Σ. Τ. et S. Archæolog. Athen. et Acad. Scient. et Lit. +Σ. Τ. et S. Archæolog. Athen. et Acad. Scient. et Lit. Panorm. et SS. R. H. Matrit. et Beeloochist. et Caffrar. et Caribb. et M. S. Reg. Paris, et S. Am. Antiserv. Soc. Hon. et P. D. Gott. et LL.D. 1852, et D. C. L. et Mus. Doc. Oxon. 1860, et M. M. S. S. et M. D. 1854, et Med. @@ -22322,8 +22290,7 @@ phrase, is termed <i>shut-eye</i>) flavor, not wholly unpleasing, nor unwholesome, to palates cloyed with the sugariness of tamed and cultivated fruit. It may be, also, that some touches of my own, here and there, may have led to their wider acceptance, albeit solely from my -larger experience of literature and authorship.<a name="fnanchor_J" -id="fnanchor_J"></a><a href="#footnote_J" +larger experience of literature and authorship.<a id="fnanchor_J"></a><a href="#footnote_J" class="fnanchor"><sup>[J]</sup></a></p> <p>I was, at first, inclined to discourage Mr. Biglow's attempts, as @@ -22348,128 +22315,128 @@ the school-dame.</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00a">"Propt on the marsh, a dwelling now, I see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The humble school-house of my A, B, C,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"Propt on the marsh, a dwelling now, I see</span><br > +<span class="i0">The humble school-house of my A, B, C,</span><br > <span class="i0">Where well-drilled urchins, each behind his -tire,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Waited in ranks the wished command to fire,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then all together, when the signal came,</span><br /> +tire,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Waited in ranks the wished command to fire,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then all together, when the signal came,</span><br > <span class="i0">Discharged their <i>a-b abs</i> against the -dame.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Daughter of Danaus, who could daily pour</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In treacherous pipkins her Pierian store,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She, mid the volleyed learning firm and calm</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Patted the furloughed ferule on her palm,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, to our wonder, could divine at once</span><br /> +dame.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Daughter of Danaus, who could daily pour</span><br > +<span class="i0">In treacherous pipkins her Pierian store,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She, mid the volleyed learning firm and calm</span><br > +<span class="i0">Patted the furloughed ferule on her palm,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, to our wonder, could divine at once</span><br > <span class="i0">Who flashed the pan, and who was downright -dunce.</span><br /> +dunce.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"There young Devotion learned to climb with -ease</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The gnarly limbs of Scripture family-trees,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And he was most commended and admired</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who soonest to the topmost twig perspired;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each name was called as many various ways</span><br /> +ease</span><br > +<span class="i0">The gnarly limbs of Scripture family-trees,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And he was most commended and admired</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who soonest to the topmost twig perspired;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each name was called as many various ways</span><br > <span class="i0">As pleased the reader's ear on different -days,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So that the weather, or the ferule's stings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Colds in the head, or fifty other things,</span><br /> +days,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So that the weather, or the ferule's stings,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Colds in the head, or fifty other things,</span><br > <span class="i0">Transformed the helpless Hebrew thrice a week</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">To guttural Pequot or resounding Greek,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The vibrant accent skipping here and there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just as it pleased invention or despair;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No controversial Hebraist was the Dame;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">To guttural Pequot or resounding Greek,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The vibrant accent skipping here and there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just as it pleased invention or despair;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No controversial Hebraist was the Dame;</span><br > <span class="i0">With or without the points pleased her the -same;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If any tyro found a name too tough,</span><br /> +same;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If any tyro found a name too tough,</span><br > <span class="i0">And looked at her, pride furnished skill enough;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">She nerved her larynx for the desperate thing,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And cleared the five-barred syllables at a -spring.</span><br /> +spring.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"Ah, dear old times! there once it was my hap,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Perched on a stool, to wear the long-eared cap;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">From books degraded, there I sat at ease,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A drone, the envy of compulsory bees;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">From books degraded, there I sat at ease,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A drone, the envy of compulsory bees;</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 375]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 375]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Rewards of merit, too, full many a time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each with its woodcut and its moral rhyme,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And pierced half-dollars hung on ribbons gay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">About my neck—to be restored next day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I carried home, rewards as shining then</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Rewards of merit, too, full many a time,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each with its woodcut and its moral rhyme,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And pierced half-dollars hung on ribbons gay</span><br > +<span class="i0">About my neck—to be restored next day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I carried home, rewards as shining then</span><br > <span class="i0">As those which deck the lifelong pains of -men,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">More solid than the redemanded praise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With which the world beribbons later days.</span><br /> +men,</span><br > +<span class="i0">More solid than the redemanded praise</span><br > +<span class="i0">With which the world beribbons later days.</span><br > <span class="i00a">"Ah, dear old times! how brightly ye return!</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">How, rubbed afresh, your phosphor traces -burn!</span><br /> +burn!</span><br > <span class="i0">The ramble schoolward through dewsparkling -meads;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The willow-wands turned Cinderella steeds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The impromptu pinbent hook, the deep remorse</span><br /> +meads;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The willow-wands turned Cinderella steeds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The impromptu pinbent hook, the deep remorse</span><br > <span class="i0">O'er the chance-captured minnow's inchlong -corse;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The pockets, plethoric with marbles round,</span><br /> +corse;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The pockets, plethoric with marbles round,</span><br > <span class="i0">That still a space for ball and pegtop found,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Nor satiate yet, could manage to confine</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Nor satiate yet, could manage to confine</span><br > <span class="i0">Horsechestnuts, flagroot, and the kite's wound -twine,</span><br /> +twine,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, like the prophet's carpet could take in,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Enlarging still, the popgun's magazine;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The dinner carried in the small tin pail,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Enlarging still, the popgun's magazine;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The dinner carried in the small tin pail,</span><br > <span class="i0">Shared with the dog, whose most beseeching -tail</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And dripping tongue and eager ears belied</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The assumed indifference of canine pride;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The caper homeward, shortened if the cart</span><br /> +tail</span><br > +<span class="i0">And dripping tongue and eager ears belied</span><br > +<span class="i0">The assumed indifference of canine pride;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The caper homeward, shortened if the cart</span><br > <span class="i0">Of neighbor Pomeroy, trundling from the mart,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">O'ertook me,—then, translated to the -seat</span><br /> +seat</span><br > <span class="i0">I praised the steed, how staunch he was and -fleet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While the bluff farmer, with superior grin,</span><br /> +fleet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While the bluff farmer, with superior grin,</span><br > <span class="i0">Explained where horses should be thick, where -thin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And warned me (joke he always had in store)</span><br /> +thin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And warned me (joke he always had in store)</span><br > <span class="i0">To shun a beast that four white stockings -wore.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What a fine natural courtesy was his!</span><br /> +wore.</span><br > +<span class="i0">What a fine natural courtesy was his!</span><br > <span class="i0">His nod was pleasure, and his full bow bliss;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">How did his well-thumbed hat, with ardor -rapt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Its decorous curve to every rank adapt!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How did it graduate with a courtly ease</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The whole long scale of social differences,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet so gave each his measure running o'er,</span><br /> +rapt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Its decorous curve to every rank adapt!</span><br > +<span class="i0">How did it graduate with a courtly ease</span><br > +<span class="i0">The whole long scale of social differences,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet so gave each his measure running o'er,</span><br > <span class="i0">None thought his own was less, his neighbor's -more;</span><br /> +more;</span><br > <span class="i0">The squire was flattered, and the pauper knew</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Old times acknowledged 'neath the threadbare -blue!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dropped at the corner of the embowered lane,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whistling I wade the knee-deep leaves again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While eager Argus, who has missed all day</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The sharer of his condescending play,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Comes leaping onward with a bark elate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And boisterous tail to greet me at the gate;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That I was true in absence to our love</span><br /> +blue!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dropped at the corner of the embowered lane,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whistling I wade the knee-deep leaves again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While eager Argus, who has missed all day</span><br > +<span class="i0">The sharer of his condescending play,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Comes leaping onward with a bark elate</span><br > +<span class="i0">And boisterous tail to greet me at the gate;</span><br > +<span class="i0">That I was true in absence to our love</span><br > <span class="i0">Let the thick dog's-ears in my primer prove."</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> @@ -22479,29 +22446,29 @@ revolutionary history from the lips of aged persons, who took a part in the actual making of it, and, finding the manufacture profitable, continued the supply in an adequate proportion to the demand.</p> -<div class="poem"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 376]</span><br /> +<div class="poem"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 376]</span><br > -<span class="i00a">"Old Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His slow artillery up the Concord road,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A tale which grew in wonder, year by year,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As, every time he told it, Joe drew near</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"Old Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad</span><br > +<span class="i0">His slow artillery up the Concord road,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A tale which grew in wonder, year by year,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As, every time he told it, Joe drew near</span><br > <span class="i0">To the main fight, till, faded and grown -gray,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The original scene to bolder tints gave way;</span><br /> +gray,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The original scene to bolder tints gave way;</span><br > <span class="i0">Then Joe had heard the foe's scared -double-quick</span><br /> +double-quick</span><br > <span class="i0">Beat on stove drum with one uncaptured stick,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">And, ere death came the lengthening tale to -lop,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Himself had fired, and seen a red-coat drop;</span><br /> +lop,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Himself had fired, and seen a red-coat drop;</span><br > <span class="i0">Had Joe lived long enough, that scrambling -fight</span><br /> +fight</span><br > <span class="i0">Had squared more nearly with his sense of -right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And vanquished Percy, to complete the tale,</span><br /> +right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And vanquished Percy, to complete the tale,</span><br > <span class="i0">Had hammered stone for life in Concord jail."</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> <p>I do not know that the foregoing extracts ought not to be called my @@ -22538,8 +22505,7 @@ of his natural genius.</p> <p>Yet could I not surrender him wholly to the tutelage of the pagan (which, literally interpreted, signifies village) muse without yet a further effort for his conversion, and to this end I resolved that whatever -of poetic fire yet burned in myself, aided <span class="pagenum"><a -name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span>by the assiduous bellows +of poetic fire yet burned in myself, aided <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span>by the assiduous bellows of correct models, should be put in requisition. Accordingly, when my ingenious young parishioner brought to my study a copy of verses which he had written touching the acquisition of territory resulting from the @@ -22556,76 +22522,76 @@ style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <h5>A FABLE.</h5> -<span class="i00">Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One Sundy mornin' 'greed to go</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Agunnin' soon's the bells wuz done</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And meetin' finally begun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So 'st no one wouldn't be about</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ther Sabbath-breakin' to spy out.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Joe didn't want to go a mite;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He felt ez though 't warnt skeercely right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, when his doubts he went to speak on,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Isrel he up and called him Deacon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' kep' apokin' fun like sin</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' then arubbin' on it in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till Joe, less skeered o' doin' wrong</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Than bein' laughed at, went along.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Past noontime they went trampin' round</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' nary thing to pop at found,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till, fairly tired o' their spree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They leaned their guns agin a tree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' jest ez they wuz settin' down</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To take their noonin', Joe looked roun'</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And see (across lots in a pond</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That warn't more 'n twenty rod beyond,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A goose that on the water sot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ez ef awaitin' to be shot.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Isrel he ups and grabs his gun;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sez he, "By ginger, here's some fun!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Don't fire," sez Joe, "it aint no use,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wild-goose;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sez Isrel, "I don't care a cent,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I've sighted an' I'll let her went;"</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Two fellers, Isrel named and Joe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One Sundy mornin' 'greed to go</span><br > +<span class="i0">Agunnin' soon's the bells wuz done</span><br > +<span class="i0">And meetin' finally begun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So 'st no one wouldn't be about</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ther Sabbath-breakin' to spy out.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Joe didn't want to go a mite;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He felt ez though 't warnt skeercely right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, when his doubts he went to speak on,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Isrel he up and called him Deacon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' kep' apokin' fun like sin</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' then arubbin' on it in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till Joe, less skeered o' doin' wrong</span><br > +<span class="i0">Than bein' laughed at, went along.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Past noontime they went trampin' round</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' nary thing to pop at found,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till, fairly tired o' their spree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They leaned their guns agin a tree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' jest ez they wuz settin' down</span><br > +<span class="i0">To take their noonin', Joe looked roun'</span><br > +<span class="i0">And see (across lots in a pond</span><br > +<span class="i0">That warn't more 'n twenty rod beyond,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">A goose that on the water sot</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ez ef awaitin' to be shot.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Isrel he ups and grabs his gun;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sez he, "By ginger, here's some fun!"</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Don't fire," sez Joe, "it aint no use,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thet's Deacon Peleg's tame wild-goose;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sez Isrel, "I don't care a cent,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I've sighted an' I'll let her went;"</span><br > <span class="i0"><i>Bang!</i> went queen's-arm, ole gander -flopped</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His wings a spell, an' quorked, an' dropped.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Sez Joe, "I wouldn't ha' been hired</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At that poor critter to ha' fired,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, sence it's clean gin up the ghost,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We'll hev the tallest kind o' roast;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I guess our waistbands 'll be tight</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Fore it comes ten o'clock ternight."</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 378]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00a">"I won't agree to no such bender,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sez Isrel, "keep it tell it's tender;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'T aint wuth a snap afore it's ripe."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sez Joe, "I'd jest ez lives eat tripe;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You <i>air</i> a buster ter suppose</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I'd eat what makes me hol' my nose!"</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So they disputed to an' fro</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till cunnin' Isrel sez to Joe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Don't less stay here an' play the fool,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Less wait till both on us git cool,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Jest for a day or two less hide it</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' then toss up an' so decide it."</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Agreed!" sez Joe, an' so they did,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' the ole goose wuz safely hid.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now 't wuz the hottest kind o' weather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' when at last they come together,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It didn't signify which won,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fer all the mischief hed ben done:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The goose wuz there, but, fer his soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Joe wouldn't ha' tetched it with a pole;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But Isrel kind o' liked the smell on't</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' made <i>his</i> dinner very well on't.</span><br /> +flopped</span><br > +<span class="i0">His wings a spell, an' quorked, an' dropped.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Sez Joe, "I wouldn't ha' been hired</span><br > +<span class="i0">At that poor critter to ha' fired,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, sence it's clean gin up the ghost,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We'll hev the tallest kind o' roast;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I guess our waistbands 'll be tight</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Fore it comes ten o'clock ternight."</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 378]</span><br > + +<span class="i00a">"I won't agree to no such bender,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sez Isrel, "keep it tell it's tender;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'T aint wuth a snap afore it's ripe."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sez Joe, "I'd jest ez lives eat tripe;</span><br > +<span class="i0">You <i>air</i> a buster ter suppose</span><br > +<span class="i0">I'd eat what makes me hol' my nose!"</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So they disputed to an' fro</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till cunnin' Isrel sez to Joe,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Don't less stay here an' play the fool,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Less wait till both on us git cool,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Jest for a day or two less hide it</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' then toss up an' so decide it."</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Agreed!" sez Joe, an' so they did,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' the ole goose wuz safely hid.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now 't wuz the hottest kind o' weather,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' when at last they come together,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It didn't signify which won,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fer all the mischief hed ben done:</span><br > +<span class="i0">The goose wuz there, but, fer his soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Joe wouldn't ha' tetched it with a pole;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But Isrel kind o' liked the smell on't</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' made <i>his</i> dinner very well on't.</span><br > </div> <p>My own humble attempt was in manner and form following, and I print @@ -22640,185 +22606,185 @@ hope of doing good.</p> <h5>BY HOMER WILBUR, A.M.</h5> -<span class="i00">Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Together dwelt (no matter where),</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To whom an Uncle Sam, or some one,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had left a house and farm in common.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The two in principles and habits</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were different as rats from rabbits;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stout farmer North, with frugal care,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Laid up provision for his heir,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not scorning with hard sun-browned hands</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To scrape acquaintance with his lands;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whatever thing he had to do</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He did, and made it pay him, too;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He sold his waste stone by the pound,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His drains made water-wheels spin round,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His ice in summer-time he sold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His wood brought profit when 'twas cold,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He dug and delved from morn till night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strove to make profit square with right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lived on his means, cut no great dash,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And paid his debts in honest cash.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">On tother hand, his brother South</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lived very much from hand to mouth,</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 379]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Played gentleman, nursed dainty hands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Borrowed North's money on his lands,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And culled his morals and his graces</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Together dwelt (no matter where),</span><br > +<span class="i0">To whom an Uncle Sam, or some one,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had left a house and farm in common.</span><br > +<span class="i0">The two in principles and habits</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were different as rats from rabbits;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stout farmer North, with frugal care,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Laid up provision for his heir,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not scorning with hard sun-browned hands</span><br > +<span class="i0">To scrape acquaintance with his lands;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whatever thing he had to do</span><br > +<span class="i0">He did, and made it pay him, too;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He sold his waste stone by the pound,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His drains made water-wheels spin round,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His ice in summer-time he sold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His wood brought profit when 'twas cold,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He dug and delved from morn till night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strove to make profit square with right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lived on his means, cut no great dash,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And paid his debts in honest cash.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">On tother hand, his brother South</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lived very much from hand to mouth,</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 379]</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Played gentleman, nursed dainty hands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Borrowed North's money on his lands,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And culled his morals and his graces</span><br > <span class="i0">From cock-pits, bar-rooms, fights, and races;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">His sole work in the farming line</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was keeping droves of long-legged swine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which brought great bothers and expenses</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To North in looking after fences,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when they happened to break through,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cost him both time and temper too,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For South insisted it was plain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He ought to drive them home again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And North consented to the work</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because he loved to buy cheap pork.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Meanwhile, South's swine increasing fast,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His farm became too small at last,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So, having thought the matter over,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And feeling bound to live in clover</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And never pay the clover's worth,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">His sole work in the farming line</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was keeping droves of long-legged swine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which brought great bothers and expenses</span><br > +<span class="i0">To North in looking after fences,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when they happened to break through,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cost him both time and temper too,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For South insisted it was plain</span><br > +<span class="i0">He ought to drive them home again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And North consented to the work</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because he loved to buy cheap pork.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Meanwhile, South's swine increasing fast,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His farm became too small at last,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So, having thought the matter over,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And feeling bound to live in clover</span><br > +<span class="i0">And never pay the clover's worth,</span><br > <span class="i0">He said one day to brother North:<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> - -<span class="i00">"Our families are both increasing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, though we labor without ceasing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Our produce soon will be too scant</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To keep our children out of want;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They who wish fortune to be lasting</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Must be both prudent and forecasting;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We soon shall need more land; a lot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I know, that cheaply can be bo't;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You lend the cash, I'll buy the acres,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > + +<span class="i00">"Our families are both increasing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, though we labor without ceasing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Our produce soon will be too scant</span><br > +<span class="i0">To keep our children out of want;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They who wish fortune to be lasting</span><br > +<span class="i0">Must be both prudent and forecasting;</span><br > +<span class="i0">We soon shall need more land; a lot</span><br > +<span class="i0">I know, that cheaply can be bo't;</span><br > +<span class="i0">You lend the cash, I'll buy the acres,</span><br > <span class="i0">And we'll be equally partakers.<ins title="punctuation -added">"</ins></span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Poor North, whose Anglo-Saxon blood</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gave him a hankering after mud,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wavered a moment, then consented,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when the cash was paid, repented;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make the new land worth a pin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thought he, it must be all fenced in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, if South's swine once get the run on't</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No kind of farming can be done on't;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If that don't suit the other side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">'Tis best we instantly divide.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But somehow South could ne'er incline</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This way or that to run the line,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And always found some new pretence</span><br /> -<span class="i0">'Gainst setting the division fence;</span><br /> +added">"</ins></span><br > + +<span class="i00">Poor North, whose Anglo-Saxon blood</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gave him a hankering after mud,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wavered a moment, then consented,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when the cash was paid, repented;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make the new land worth a pin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thought he, it must be all fenced in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, if South's swine once get the run on't</span><br > +<span class="i0">No kind of farming can be done on't;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If that don't suit the other side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">'Tis best we instantly divide.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But somehow South could ne'er incline</span><br > +<span class="i0">This way or that to run the line,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And always found some new pretence</span><br > +<span class="i0">'Gainst setting the division fence;</span><br > <span class="i0">At last he said:<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<span class="i08">"For peace's sake,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Liberal concessions I will make;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though I believe, upon my soul,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I've a just title to the whole,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I'll make an offer which I call</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gen'rous,—we'll have no fence at all;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then both of us, whene'er we choose,</span><br /> +<span class="i08">"For peace's sake,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Liberal concessions I will make;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though I believe, upon my soul,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I've a just title to the whole,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I'll make an offer which I call</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gen'rous,—we'll have no fence at all;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then both of us, whene'er we choose,</span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 380]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 380]</span><br > -<span class="i0">Can take what part we want to use;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If you should chance to need it first,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pick you the best, I'll take the worst."</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Can take what part we want to use;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If you should chance to need it first,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pick you the best, I'll take the worst."</span><br > <span class="i00">"Agreed!" cried North; thought he, this fall</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">With wheat and rye I'll sow it all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In that way I shall get the start,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And South may whistle for his part;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So thought, so done, the field was sown,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, winter having come and gone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sly North walked blithely forth to spy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The progress of his wheat and rye;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heavens, what a sight! his brother's swine</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had asked themselves all out to dine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such grunting, munching, rooting, shoving,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The soil seemed all alive and moving,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">With wheat and rye I'll sow it all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In that way I shall get the start,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And South may whistle for his part;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So thought, so done, the field was sown,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, winter having come and gone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sly North walked blithely forth to spy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The progress of his wheat and rye;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heavens, what a sight! his brother's swine</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had asked themselves all out to dine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such grunting, munching, rooting, shoving,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The soil seemed all alive and moving,</span><br > <span class="i0">As for his grain, such work they'd made on't,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">He couldn't spy a single blade on't.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">He couldn't spy a single blade on't.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Off in a rage he rushed to South,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Off in a rage he rushed to South,</span><br > <span class="i0">"My wheat and rye"—grief choked his -mouth;</span><br /> +mouth;</span><br > <span class="i0">"Pray don't mind me," said South, "but plant</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">All of the new land that you want;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">"Yes, but your hogs," cried North;</span><br /> - -<span class="i014">"The grain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Won't hurt them," answered South again;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">"But they destroy my grain;"</span><br /> - -<span class="i012">"No doubt;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">'Tis fortunate you've found it out;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Misfortunes teach, and only they,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You must not sow it in their way;"</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">All of the new land that you want;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">"Yes, but your hogs," cried North;</span><br > + +<span class="i014">"The grain</span><br > +<span class="i0">Won't hurt them," answered South again;</span><br > +<span class="i0">"But they destroy my grain;"</span><br > + +<span class="i012">"No doubt;</span><br > +<span class="i0">'Tis fortunate you've found it out;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Misfortunes teach, and only they,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You must not sow it in their way;"</span><br > <span class="i0">"Nay, you," says North, "must keep them -out;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">"Did I create them with a snout?"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Asked South demurely; "as agreed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The land is open to your seed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And would you fain prevent my pigs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From running there their harmless rigs?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">God knows I view this compromise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With not the most approving eyes;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I gave up my unquestioned rights</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For sake of quiet days and nights,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I offered then, you know 'tis true,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To cut the piece of land in two."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">"Then cut it now," growls North;</span><br /> - -<span class="i014">"Abate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your heat," says South, "'tis now too late;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I offered you the rocky corner,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But you, of your own good the scorner,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Refused to take it; I am sorry;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No doubt you might have found a quarry,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a gold-mine, for aught I know,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Containing heaps of native rhino;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You can't expect me to resign</span><br /> +out;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">"Did I create them with a snout?"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Asked South demurely; "as agreed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The land is open to your seed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And would you fain prevent my pigs</span><br > +<span class="i0">From running there their harmless rigs?</span><br > +<span class="i0">God knows I view this compromise</span><br > +<span class="i0">With not the most approving eyes;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I gave up my unquestioned rights</span><br > +<span class="i0">For sake of quiet days and nights,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I offered then, you know 'tis true,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To cut the piece of land in two."</span><br > +<span class="i0">"Then cut it now," growls North;</span><br > + +<span class="i014">"Abate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your heat," says South, "'tis now too late;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I offered you the rocky corner,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But you, of your own good the scorner,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Refused to take it; I am sorry;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No doubt you might have found a quarry,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Perhaps a gold-mine, for aught I know,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Containing heaps of native rhino;</span><br > +<span class="i0">You can't expect me to resign</span><br > <span class="i0">My right"<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 381]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 381]</span><br > -<span class="i6">"But where," quoth North, "are mine?"</span><br /> +<span class="i6">"But where," quoth North, "are mine?"</span><br > <span class="i0">"<i>Your</i> rights," says tother, "well, that's -funny,</span><br /> +funny,</span><br > <span class="i0"><i>I</i> bought the land"<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> - -<span class="i08">"<i>I</i> paid the money;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">"That," answered South, "is from the point,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ownership, you'll grant, is joint;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I'm sure my only hope and trust is</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not law so much as abstract justice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though, you remember, 'twas agreed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That so and so—consult the deed;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Objections now are out of date,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They might have answered once, but Fate</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Quashes them at the point we've got to;</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>Obsta principiis</i>, that's my motto."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So saying, South began to whistle</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And looked as obstinate as gristle,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">While North went homeward, each brown paw</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Clenched like a knot of natural law,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all the while, in either ear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Heard something clicking wondrous clear.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > + +<span class="i08">"<i>I</i> paid the money;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">"That," answered South, "is from the point,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ownership, you'll grant, is joint;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I'm sure my only hope and trust is</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not law so much as abstract justice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though, you remember, 'twas agreed</span><br > +<span class="i0">That so and so—consult the deed;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Objections now are out of date,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They might have answered once, but Fate</span><br > +<span class="i0">Quashes them at the point we've got to;</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>Obsta principiis</i>, that's my motto."</span><br > +<span class="i0">So saying, South began to whistle</span><br > +<span class="i0">And looked as obstinate as gristle,</span><br > +<span class="i0">While North went homeward, each brown paw</span><br > +<span class="i0">Clenched like a knot of natural law,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all the while, in either ear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Heard something clicking wondrous clear.</span><br > </div> <p>To turn now to other matters, there are two things upon which it @@ -22836,7 +22802,7 @@ which came hither in 1620 came, not to seek gold, but to found a democracy. They came that they might have the privilege to work and pray, to sit upon hard benches and listen to painful preachers as long as they would, yea, even unto thirty-seventhly, if the spirit so willed -it. And surely, if the Greek might boast his Thermopylæ, where three +it. And surely, if the Greek might boast his Thermopylæ, where three hundred men fell in resisting the Persian, we may well be proud of our Plymouth Rock, where a handful of men, women, and children not merely faced, but vanquished, winter, famine, the wilderness, and the yet more @@ -22850,8 +22816,7 @@ grapple with the terrible Unknown.</p> <p>As Want was the prime foe these hardy exodists had to fortress themselves against, so it is little wonder if that traditional feud is long in wearing out of the stock. The wounds of the old warfare were long -ahealing, and an east wind of hard times <span class="pagenum"><a -name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span> puts a new ache in every +ahealing, and an east wind of hard times <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span> puts a new ache in every one of them. Thrift was the first lesson in their hornbook, pointed out, letter after letter, by the lean finger of the hard schoolmaster, Necessity. Neither were those plump, rosy-gilled Englishmen that came @@ -22865,13 +22830,13 @@ all points against the old enemy Hunger, longanimous, good at patching, not so careful for what is best as for what will <i>do</i>, with a clasp to his purse and a button to his pocket, not skilled to build against Time, as in old countries, but against sore-pressing Need, accustomed to move the world -with no <ins title="pou stô"> ποῦ στῶ</ins> +with no <ins title="pou stô"> ποῦ στῶ</ins> but his own two feet, and no lever but his own long forecast. A strange hybrid, indeed, did circumstance beget, here in the New World, upon the old Puritan stock, and the earth never before saw such mystic-practicalism, such niggard-geniality, such calculating-fanaticism, such cast-iron-enthusiasm, such sourfaced-humor, such close-fisted-generosity. -This new <i>Græculus esuriens</i> will make a living out of anything. He +This new <i>Græculus esuriens</i> will make a living out of anything. He will invent new trades as well as tools. His brain is his capital, and he will get education at all risks. Put him on Juan Fernandez, and he would make a spelling-book first, and a salt-pan afterward. <i>In cœlum, @@ -22951,9 +22916,9 @@ style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0a">"<i>Quem recitas, meus est, O Fidentine, -libellus;</i></span><br /> +libellus;</i></span><br > <span class="i0"><i>Sed male cum recitas, incipit esse tuus."</i></span> -<br /> +<br > </div> @@ -22979,7 +22944,7 @@ consider his partiality for nasals. The same of the final <i>d</i>, as giving a close and obscure sound, as <i>hev</i> for <i>have</i>, <i>hendy</i> for <i>handy</i>, <i>ez</i> for <i>as</i>, <i>thet</i> for <i>that</i>, and again giving it the broad sound it has in -<i>father</i>, as <i>hânsome</i> for <i>handsome</i>.</p> +<i>father</i>, as <i>hânsome</i> for <i>handsome</i>.</p> <p>5. To the sound <i>ou</i> he prefixes an <i>e</i> (hard to exemplify otherwise than orally).</p> @@ -22989,23 +22954,23 @@ style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00a">"Neow is the winta uv eour discontent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Med glorious summa by this sun o' Yock,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"Neow is the winta uv eour discontent</span><br > +<span class="i0">Med glorious summa by this sun o' Yock,</span><br > <span class="i0">An' all the cleouds thet leowered upun eour -heouse</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the deep buzzum o' the oshin buried;</span><br /> +heouse</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the deep buzzum o' the oshin buried;</span><br > <span class="i0">Neow air eour breows beound 'ith victorious -wreaths;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Eour breused arms hung up fer monimunce;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Eour starn alarums changed to merry meetins,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Eour dreffle marches to delightful measures.</span><br /> +wreaths;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Eour breused arms hung up fer monimunce;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Eour starn alarums changed to merry meetins,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Eour dreffle marches to delightful measures.</span><br > <span class="i0">Grim-visaged war heth smeuthed his wrinkled -front,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' neow, instid o' mountin' barehid steeds</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To fright the souls o' ferfle edverseries,</span><br /> +front,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' neow, instid o' mountin' barehid steeds</span><br > +<span class="i0">To fright the souls o' ferfle edverseries,</span><br > <span class="i0">He capers nimly in a lady's ch<ins title="caron over 'a' -in the original">a</ins>mber,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the lascivious pleasin' uv a loot."</span><br /> +in the original">a</ins>mber,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the lascivious pleasin' uv a loot."</span><br > </div> <p>6. <i>Au</i>, in such words as <i>daughter</i> and <i>slaughter</i>, @@ -23034,18 +22999,18 @@ is)—seemed yet to Mrs. Wilbur a sufficient objection to the engraving of the aforesaid painting. We read of many who either absolutely refused to allow the copying of their features, as especially did Plotinus and Agesilaus among the ancients, not to mention the more modern instances of -Scioppius, Palæottus, Pinellus, Velserus, Gataker, and others, or were +Scioppius, Palæottus, Pinellus, Velserus, Gataker, and others, or were indifferent thereto, as Cromwell.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p>β. Yet was Cæsar desirous of concealing his baldness. <i>Per +<p>β. Yet was Cæsar desirous of concealing his baldness. <i>Per contra</i>, my Lord Protector's carefulness in the matter of his wart might be cited. Men generally more desirous of being <i>improved</i> in their portraits than characters. Shall probably find very unflattered likenesses of ourselves in Recording Angel's gallery.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p>γ. Whether any of our national peculiarities may be traced to our use of stoves, as a certain closeness of the lips in pronunciation, @@ -23059,7 +23024,7 @@ priests not always reliable authority.</p> in the spring. Whether Noah was justifiable in preserving this class of insects?</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p>δ. Concerning Mr. Biglow's pedigree. Tolerably certain that there was never a poet among his ancestors. An ordination hymn @@ -23070,7 +23035,7 @@ demanding the creative faculty.</p> Seldom painted objects smaller than houses or barns, and these with uncommon expression.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <p>ε. Of the Wilburs no complete pedigree. The crest said to be a <i>wild boar</i>, whence, perhaps, the name.(?) A connection with the @@ -23080,20 +23045,20 @@ had issue, 1. John, 2. Haggai, 3. Expect, 4. Ruhamah, 5. Desire.</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0a">"Hear lyes y<sup>e</sup> bodye of Mrs Expect -Wilber,</span><br /> +Wilber,</span><br > <span class="i0">Y<sup>e</sup> crewell salvages they kil'd her</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Together w<sup>th</sup> other Christian soles -eleaven,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">October y<sup>e</sup> ix daye, 1707.</span><br /> +eleaven,</span><br > +<span class="i0">October y<sup>e</sup> ix daye, 1707.</span><br > <span class="i0">Y<sup>e</sup> stream of Jordan sh' as crost -ore</span><br /> +ore</span><br > <span class="i0">And now expeacts me on y<sup>e</sup> other -shore:</span><br /> -<span class="i0c">I live in hope her soon to join;</span><br /> -<span class="i0c">Her earthlye yeeres were forty and nine."</span><br /> +shore:</span><br > +<span class="i0c">I live in hope her soon to join;</span><br > +<span class="i0c">Her earthlye yeeres were forty and nine."</span><br > <span class="i2"><i>From Gravestone in Pekussett, North -Parish.</i></span><br /> +Parish.</i></span><br > </div> <p><span class="pagenum">[Pg 386]</span> This is unquestionably the same @@ -23126,38 +23091,38 @@ Name spelt with two <i>l-s</i>.</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i0a">"Here lyeth y<sup>e</sup> bod [<i>stone unhappily -broken.</i>]</span><br /> +broken.</i>]</span><br > <span class="i0c">Mr. Ihon Willber [Esq.] [<i>I enclose this in brackets -as doubtful. To me it seems clear.</i>]</span><br /> +as doubtful. To me it seems clear.</i>]</span><br > <span class="i0c">Ob't die [<i>illegible; looks like xviii.</i>] ... iii -[<i>prob.</i> 1693.]</span><br /> +[<i>prob.</i> 1693.]</span><br > <span class="i0c"> . . . . -. paynt</span><br /> +. paynt</span><br > <span class="i0c"> . . . -. deseased seinte:</span><br /> +. deseased seinte:</span><br > <span class="i0">A friend and [fath]er untoe all y<sup>e</sup> -opreast,</span><br /> +opreast,</span><br > <span class="i0">Hee gave y<sup>e</sup> wicked familists noe -reast,</span><br /> +reast,</span><br > -<span class="i0c">When Sat[an bl]ewe his Antinomian blaste,</span><br /> +<span class="i0c">When Sat[an bl]ewe his Antinomian blaste,</span><br > <span class="i0c">Wee clong to [Willber as a steadf]ast maste. -</span><br /> +</span><br > <span class="i0">[A]gaynst y<sup>e</sup> horrid Qua[kers] ..."</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> @@ -23171,7 +23136,7 @@ vein of poetry. If his papers be still extant, a copy might possibly be recovered.</p> <p class="footnote p2"> -<a name="footnote_J" id="footnote_J"></a> +<a id="footnote_J"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_J">[J]</a> The reader curious in such matters may refer (if he can find them) to "A Sermon preached on the Anniversary of the Dark Day," "An Artillery Election Sermon," "A Discourse on the Late @@ -23180,7 +23145,7 @@ recovered.</p> <p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 387]</span></p> -<table class="bold" border="0" cellpadding="5" summary="Biglow TOC"> +<table class="bold" style="border: none; padding: 5px;"> <tr><th colspan="2">CONTENTS.</th></tr> @@ -23217,8 +23182,7 @@ href="#NoVI">421</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="smcap">No. VII.</span>—A Letter from a Candidate for the Presidency in Answer to suttin Questions proposed by Mr. Hosea Biglow, enclosed in a Note from Mr. Biglow to S. -H. Gay, Esq., Editor of the National Anti-slavery Standard,</td><td -class="right"><a href="#NoVII">426</a></td></tr> +H. Gay, Esq., Editor of the National Anti-slavery Standard,</td><td class="right"><a href="#NoVII">426</a></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="smcap">No. VIII.</span>—A Second Letter from B. Sawin, Esq.,</td><td class="right"><a @@ -23228,23 +23192,21 @@ href="#NoVIII">433</a></td></tr> Letter from B. Sawin, Esq,</td><td class="right"><a href="#NoIX">443</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"><span class="smcap">Glossary</span>,</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Glossary">455</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"><span class="smcap">Glossary</span>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Glossary">455</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"><span class="smcap">Index</span>,</td><td -class="right"><a href="#Index">459</a></td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"><span class="smcap">Index</span>,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Index">459</a></td></tr> </table> -<p><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 388] +<p><a id="Page_388"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 388] </span></p> <h3 class="p4">THE BIGLOW PAPERS.</h3> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoI" id="NoI"></a></p> -<h4>No. I.<br /> +<p><a id="NoI"></a></p> +<h4>No. I.<br > A LETTER</h4> @@ -23269,7 +23231,7 @@ coat and trousis, let alone wut nater hed sot in his featers, to make a I heern Him a thrashin round like a short-tailed Bull in fli-time. The old Woman ses she to me ses she, Zekle, ses she, our Hosee's gut the chollery or suthin anuther ses she, don't yon Bee skeered, ses I, he's -oney amakin pottery<a name="fnanchor_K" id="fnanchor_K"></a><a +oney amakin pottery<a id="fnanchor_K"></a><a href="#footnote_K" class="fnanchor"><sup>[K]</sup></a> ses i, he's ollers on hand at that ere busynes like Da & martin, and shure enuf, cum mornin, Hosy he cum down stares full chizzle, hare on eend and cote @@ -23283,7 +23245,7 @@ o' slicked off sum o' the last varses, but he told Hosee he didn't want to put his ore in to tetch to the Rest on 'em, bein they wuz verry well As thay wuz, and then Hosy ses he sed suthin a nuther about Simplex Mundishes or sum sech feller, but I guess Hosea kind o' didn't hear him, -for I never <a name="Page_389" id="Page_389"></a><span class="pagenum"> +for I never <a id="Page_389"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 389]</span> hearn o' nobody o' that name in this villadge, and I've lived here man and boy 76 year cum next tater diggin, and thair aint no wheres a kitting spryer'n I be.</p> @@ -23296,210 +23258,210 @@ aint livin though and he's a likely kind o' lad.</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00">Thrash away, you'll <i>hev</i> to rattle</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thrash away, you'll <i>hev</i> to rattle</span><br > <span class="i2">On them kittle-drums o' yourn,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'T aint a knowin' kind o' cattle</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Put in stiff, you fifer feller,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0b">'T aint a knowin' kind o' cattle</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Put in stiff, you fifer feller,</span><br > <span class="i2">Let folks see how spry you be,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Guess you'll toot till you are yeller</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Fore you git ahold o' me!</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Guess you'll toot till you are yeller</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Fore you git ahold o' me!</span><br > -<span class="i00">Thet air flag's a leetle rotten,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Thet air flag's a leetle rotten,</span><br > <span class="i2">Hope it aint your Sunday's best;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fact! it takes a sight o' cotton</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To stuff out a soger's chest:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sence we farmers hev to pay fer't,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ef you must wear humps like these,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sposin' you should try salt hay fer't,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It would du ez slick ez grease.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00b">'T wouldn't suit them Southun fellers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They're a dreffle graspin' set,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We must ollers blow the bellers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wen they want their irons het;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">May be it's all right ez preachin',</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But <i>my</i> narves it kind o' grates,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wen I see the overreachin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O' them nigger-drivin' States.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Them thet rule us, them slave-traders,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Haint they cut a thunderin' swarth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Helped by Yankee renegaders,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thru the vartu o' the North!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">We begin to think it's nater</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Fact! it takes a sight o' cotton</span><br > +<span class="i2">To stuff out a soger's chest:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sence we farmers hev to pay fer't,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ef you must wear humps like these,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sposin' you should try salt hay fer't,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It would du ez slick ez grease.</span><br > + +<span class="i00b">'T wouldn't suit them Southun fellers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">They're a dreffle graspin' set,</span><br > +<span class="i0">We must ollers blow the bellers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wen they want their irons het;</span><br > +<span class="i0">May be it's all right ez preachin',</span><br > +<span class="i2">But <i>my</i> narves it kind o' grates,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wen I see the overreachin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">O' them nigger-drivin' States.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Them thet rule us, them slave-traders,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Haint they cut a thunderin' swarth,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Helped by Yankee renegaders,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thru the vartu o' the North!</span><br > +<span class="i0">We begin to think it's nater</span><br > <span class="i2">To take sarse an' not be riled;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who'd expect to see a tater</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All on eend at bein' biled?</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Who'd expect to see a tater</span><br > +<span class="i2">All on eend at bein' biled?</span><br > -<a name="Page_390" id="Page_390"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 390] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_390"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 390] +</span><br > <span class="i00">Ez fer war, I call it murder,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">There you hev it plain an' flat;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I don't want to go no furder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Than my Testyment fer that;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">God hez sed so plump an' fairly,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It's ez long ez it is broad,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' you've gut to git up airly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ef you want to take in God.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00b">'T aint your eppyletts an' feathers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Make the thing a grain more right;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'T aint afollerin' your bell-wethers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Will excuse ye in His sight;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ef you take a sword an' dror it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' go stick a feller thru,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Guv'ment aint to answer for it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">God'll send the bill to you.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Wut's the use o' meetin'-goin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Every Sabbath, wet or dry,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ef it's right to go amowin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Feller-men like oats an' rye?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I dunno but wut it's pooty</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">There you hev it plain an' flat;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I don't want to go no furder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Than my Testyment fer that;</span><br > +<span class="i0">God hez sed so plump an' fairly,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It's ez long ez it is broad,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' you've gut to git up airly</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ef you want to take in God.</span><br > + +<span class="i00b">'T aint your eppyletts an' feathers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Make the thing a grain more right;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'T aint afollerin' your bell-wethers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Will excuse ye in His sight;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ef you take a sword an' dror it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' go stick a feller thru,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Guv'ment aint to answer for it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">God'll send the bill to you.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Wut's the use o' meetin'-goin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Every Sabbath, wet or dry,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ef it's right to go amowin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Feller-men like oats an' rye?</span><br > +<span class="i0">I dunno but wut it's pooty</span><br > <span class="i2">Trainin' round in bobtail coats,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">But it's curus Christian dooty</span><br /> -<span class="i2">This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">But it's curus Christian dooty</span><br > +<span class="i2">This 'ere cuttin' folks's throats.</span><br > -<span class="i00">They may talk o' Freedom's airy</span><br /> +<span class="i00">They may talk o' Freedom's airy</span><br > <span class="i2">Tell they're pupple in the face,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">It's a grand gret cemetary</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fer the barthrights of our race;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They jest want this Californy</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So's to lug new slave-states in</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' to plunder ye like sin.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Aint it cute to see a Yankee</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Take sech everlastin' pains,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All to git the Devil's thankee,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Helpin' on 'em weld their chains?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wy, it's jest ez clear ez figgers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Clear ez one an' one make two,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Chaps thet make black slaves o' niggers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Want to make wite slaves o' you.</span><br /> - -<a name="Page_391" id="Page_391"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 391] -</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Tell ye jest the eend I've come to</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Arter cipherin' plaguy smart,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' it makes a handy sum, tu,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Any gump could larn by heart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Laborin' man an' laborin' woman</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Hev one glory an' one shame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Injers all on 'em the same.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00b">'T aint by turnin' out to hack folks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You're agoin' to git your right,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor by lookin' down on black folks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Coz you're put upon by wite;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slavery aint o' nary color,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'T aint the hide thet makes it wus,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All it keers fer in a feller</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'S jest to make him fill its pus.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Want to tackle <i>me</i> in, du ye?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I expect you'll hev to wait;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You'll begin to kal'klate;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Spose the crows wun't fall to pickin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All the carkiss from your bones,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Coz you helped to give a lickin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To them poor half-Spanish drones?</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Jest go home an' ask our Nancy</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wether I'd be sech a goose</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ez to jine ye,—guess you'd fancy</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The etarnal bung wuz loose!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She wants me fer home consumption,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">It's a grand gret cemetary</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fer the barthrights of our race;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They jest want this Californy</span><br > +<span class="i2">So's to lug new slave-states in</span><br > +<span class="i0">To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' to plunder ye like sin.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Aint it cute to see a Yankee</span><br > +<span class="i2">Take sech everlastin' pains,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All to git the Devil's thankee,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Helpin' on 'em weld their chains?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wy, it's jest ez clear ez figgers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Clear ez one an' one make two,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Chaps thet make black slaves o' niggers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Want to make wite slaves o' you.</span><br > + +<a id="Page_391"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 391] +</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Tell ye jest the eend I've come to</span><br > +<span class="i2">Arter cipherin' plaguy smart,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' it makes a handy sum, tu,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Any gump could larn by heart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Laborin' man an' laborin' woman</span><br > +<span class="i2">Hev one glory an' one shame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman</span><br > +<span class="i2">Injers all on 'em the same.</span><br > + +<span class="i00b">'T aint by turnin' out to hack folks</span><br > +<span class="i2">You're agoin' to git your right,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor by lookin' down on black folks</span><br > +<span class="i2">Coz you're put upon by wite;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slavery aint o' nary color,</span><br > +<span class="i2">'T aint the hide thet makes it wus,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All it keers fer in a feller</span><br > +<span class="i2">'S jest to make him fill its pus.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Want to tackle <i>me</i> in, du ye?</span><br > +<span class="i2">I expect you'll hev to wait;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wen cold lead puts daylight thru ye</span><br > +<span class="i2">You'll begin to kal'klate;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Spose the crows wun't fall to pickin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">All the carkiss from your bones,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Coz you helped to give a lickin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">To them poor half-Spanish drones?</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Jest go home an' ask our Nancy</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wether I'd be sech a goose</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ez to jine ye,—guess you'd fancy</span><br > +<span class="i2">The etarnal bung wuz loose!</span><br > +<span class="i0">She wants me fer home consumption,</span><br > <span class="i2">Let alone the hay's to mow,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ef you're arter folks o' gumption,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You've a darned long row to hoe.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Ef you're arter folks o' gumption,</span><br > +<span class="i2">You've a darned long row to hoe.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Take them editors thet's crowin'</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Take them editors thet's crowin'</span><br > <span class="i2">Like a cockerel three months old,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Don't ketch any on 'em goin',</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Though they <i>be</i> so blasted bold;</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>Aint</i> they a prime lot o' fellers?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Fore they think on't they will sprout,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">(Like a peach thet's got the yellers,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With the meanness bustin' out.</span><br /> - -<a name="Page_392" id="Page_392"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 392] -</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Wal, go 'long to help 'em stealin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Bigger pens to cram with slaves,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Help the men thet's ollers dealin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Insults on your fathers' graves;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Help the strong to grind the feeble,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Help the many agin the few,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Help the men thet call your people</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Witewashed slaves an' peddlin' crew!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Massachusetts, God forgive her,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">She's akneelin' with the rest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She, thet ough' to ha' clung fer ever</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In her grand old eagle-nest;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She thet ough' to stand so fearless</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wile the wracks are round her hurled,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Holdin' up a beacon peerless</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To the oppressed of all the world!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Haint they sold your colored seamen?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Haint they made your env'ys wiz?</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>Wut</i>'ll make ye act like freemen?</span><br /> -<span class="i2"><i>Wut</i>'ll git your dander riz?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come, I'll tell ye wut I'm thinkin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is our dooty in this fix,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They'd ha' done't ez quick ez winkin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the days o' seventy-six.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Clang the bells in every steeple,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Call all true men to disown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tradoocers of our people,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The enslavers o' their own;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let our dear old Bay State proudly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Put the trumpet to her mouth,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let her ring this messidge loudly</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Don't ketch any on 'em goin',</span><br > +<span class="i2">Though they <i>be</i> so blasted bold;</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>Aint</i> they a prime lot o' fellers?</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Fore they think on't they will sprout,</span><br > +<span class="i0">(Like a peach thet's got the yellers,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">With the meanness bustin' out.</span><br > + +<a id="Page_392"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 392] +</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Wal, go 'long to help 'em stealin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Bigger pens to cram with slaves,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Help the men thet's ollers dealin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Insults on your fathers' graves;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Help the strong to grind the feeble,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Help the many agin the few,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Help the men thet call your people</span><br > +<span class="i2">Witewashed slaves an' peddlin' crew!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Massachusetts, God forgive her,</span><br > +<span class="i2">She's akneelin' with the rest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She, thet ough' to ha' clung fer ever</span><br > +<span class="i2">In her grand old eagle-nest;</span><br > +<span class="i0">She thet ough' to stand so fearless</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wile the wracks are round her hurled,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Holdin' up a beacon peerless</span><br > +<span class="i2">To the oppressed of all the world!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Haint they sold your colored seamen?</span><br > +<span class="i2">Haint they made your env'ys wiz?</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>Wut</i>'ll make ye act like freemen?</span><br > +<span class="i2"><i>Wut</i>'ll git your dander riz?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come, I'll tell ye wut I'm thinkin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is our dooty in this fix,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They'd ha' done't ez quick ez winkin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the days o' seventy-six.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Clang the bells in every steeple,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Call all true men to disown</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tradoocers of our people,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The enslavers o' their own;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let our dear old Bay State proudly</span><br > +<span class="i2">Put the trumpet to her mouth,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let her ring this messidge loudly</span><br > <span class="i2">In the ears of all the South:<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<span class="i00a">"I'll return ye good fer evil</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Much ez we frail mortils can,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But I wun't go help the Devil</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Makin' man the cus o' man;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Call me coward, call me traiter,</span><br /> +<span class="i00a">"I'll return ye good fer evil</span><br > +<span class="i2">Much ez we frail mortils can,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But I wun't go help the Devil</span><br > +<span class="i2">Makin' man the cus o' man;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Call me coward, call me traiter,</span><br > <span class="i2">Jest ez suits your mean idees,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Here I stand a tyrant-hater,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' the friend o' God an' Peace!"</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Here I stand a tyrant-hater,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' the friend o' God an' Peace!"</span><br > -<a name="Page_393" id="Page_393"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 393] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_393"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 393] +</span><br > -<span class="i00">Ef I'd <i>my</i> way I hed ruther</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Ef I'd <i>my</i> way I hed ruther</span><br > <span class="i2">We should go to work an' part,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0">They take one way, we take t'other,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Guess it wouldn't break my heart;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Man hed ough' to put asunder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Them thet God has noways jined;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' I shouldn't gretly wonder</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ef there's thousands o' my mind.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Guess it wouldn't break my heart;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Man hed ough' to put asunder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Them thet God has noways jined;</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' I shouldn't gretly wonder</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ef there's thousands o' my mind.</span><br > </div> <p class="blockquote">[The first recruiting sergeant on record I @@ -23513,13 +23475,12 @@ inasmuch as he was able to overcome and slay his younger brother. That was a wise saying of the famous Marquis Pescara to the Papal Legate, that <i>it was impossible for men to serve Mars and Christ at the same time</i>. Yet in time past the profession of arms was judged to be <ins -title="kat exochên"> κατ᾽ -ἐξοχήν</ins> that of a gentleman, nor +title="kat exochên"> κατ᾽ á¼Î¾Î¿Ï‡Î®Î½</ins> that of a gentleman, nor does this opinion want for strenuous upholders even in our day. Must we suppose, then, that the profession of Christianity was only intended for losels, or, at best, to afford an opening for plebeian ambition? Or shall we hold with that nicely metaphysical Pomeranian, Captain Vratz, -who was Count Königsmark's chief instrument in the murder of Mr. Thynne, +who was Count Königsmark's chief instrument in the murder of Mr. Thynne, that the Scheme of Salvation has been arranged with an especial eye to the necessities of the upper classes, and that "God would consider a <i>gentleman</i> and deal with him suitably to the condition and @@ -23527,14 +23488,14 @@ profession he had placed him in"? It may be said of us all, <i>Exemplo plus quam ratione vivimus</i>.—H. W.]</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_K" id="footnote_K"></a> +<a id="footnote_K"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_K">[K]</a> <i>Aut insanit, aut versos facit.</i>—H. W.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoII" id="NoII"></a></p> -<h4>No. II.<br /> +<p><a id="NoII"></a></p> +<h4>No. II.<br > A LETTER</h4> @@ -23553,8 +23514,7 @@ barely remark, that I have sometimes noticed in the unlanguaged prattlings of infants a fondness for alliteration, assonance, and even rhyme, in which natural predisposition we may trace the three degrees through which our Anglo-Saxon verse rose to its culmination in the -poetry of Pope. I <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" -id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span> would not be understood as questioning in +poetry of Pope. I <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span> would not be understood as questioning in these remarks that pious theory which supposes that children, if left entirely to themselves, would naturally discourse in Hebrew. For this the authority of one experiment is claimed, and I could, with Sir Thomas @@ -23592,8 +23552,7 @@ he wore a cocktale onto his hat.</p> <p>his Folks gin the letter to me and i shew it to parson Wilbur and he ses it oughter Bee printed. send It to mister Buckinum, ses he, i don't -ollers agree with him, ses he, but by Time,<a name="fnanchor_L" -id="fnanchor_L"></a><a href="#footnote_L" +ollers agree with him, ses he, but by Time,<a id="fnanchor_L"></a><a href="#footnote_L" class="fnanchor"><sup>[L]</sup></a> ses he, I <i>du</i> like a feller that ain't a Feared.</p> @@ -23607,275 +23566,271 @@ prest with Hayin.</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i00g">This kind o' sogerin' aint a mite like our October -trainin',</span><br /> +trainin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">A chap could clear right out from there ef't only -looked like rainin',</span><br /> +looked like rainin',</span><br > -<a name="Page_395" id="Page_395"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 395] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_395"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 395] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' th' Cunnles, tu, could kiver up their shappoes with -bandanners,</span><br /> +bandanners,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' send the insines skootin' to the bar-room with -their banners,</span><br /> +their banners,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Fear o' gittin' on 'em spotted,) an' a feller could -cry quarter</span><br /> +cry quarter</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef he fired away his ramrod arter tu much rum an' -water.</span><br /> +water.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Recollect wut fun we hed, you'n' I an' Ezry -Hollis,</span><br /> +Hollis,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Up there to Waltham plain last fall, along o' the -Cornwallis?<a name="fnanchor_M" id="fnanchor_M"></a><a -href="#footnote_M" class="fnanchor"><sup>[M]</sup></a></span><br /> +Cornwallis?<a id="fnanchor_M"></a><a +href="#footnote_M" class="fnanchor"><sup>[M]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">This sort o' thing aint <i>jest</i> like thet,—I -wish thet I wuz furder,<a name="fnanchor_N" id="fnanchor_N"></a><a +wish thet I wuz furder,<a id="fnanchor_N"></a><a href="#footnote_N" class="fnanchor"><sup>[N]</sup></a><span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Nimepunce a day fer killin' folks comes kind o' low fer -murder,</span><br /> +murder,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Wy I've worked out to slarterin' some fer Deacon -Cephas Billins,</span><br /> +Cephas Billins,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' in the hardest times there wuz I ollers tetched ten -shillins,)</span><br /> +shillins,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's sutthin' gits into my throat thet makes it hard -to swaller,</span><br /> +to swaller,</span><br > <span class="i0g">It comes so nateral to think about a hempen -collar;</span><br /> +collar;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's glory,—but, in spite o' all my tryin' to git -callous,</span><br /> +callous,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I feel a kind o' in a cart, aridin' to the -gallus.</span><br /> +gallus.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But wen it comes to <i>bein'</i> killed,—I tell -ye I felt streakèd</span><br /> +ye I felt streakèd</span><br > <span class="i0g">The fust time 't ever I found out wy baggonets wuz -peaked;</span><br /> +peaked;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Here's how it wuz: I started out to go to a -fandango,</span><br /> +fandango,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The sentinul he ups an' sez, "Thet's furder 'an you can -go."</span><br /> +go."</span><br > <span class="i0g">"None o' your sarse," sez I; sez he, "Stan' back!" -"Aint you a buster?"</span><br /> +"Aint you a buster?"</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sez I, "I'm up to all thet air, I guess I've ben to -muster;</span><br /> +muster;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I know wy sentinuls air sot; you aint agoin' to eat -us;</span><br /> +us;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Caleb haint no monopoly to court the -seenoreetas;</span><br /> +seenoreetas;</span><br > <span class="i0g">My folks to hum air full ez good ez hisn be, by -golly!"</span><br /> +golly!"</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' so ez I wuz goin' by, not thinkin' wut would -folly,</span><br /> +folly,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The everlastin' cus he stuck his one-pronged pitchfork -in me</span><br /> +in me</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' made a hole right thru my close ez ef I wuz an -in'my.</span><br /> +in'my.</span><br > -<a name="Page_396" id="Page_396"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 396] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_396"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 396] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, it beats all how big I felt hoorawin' in ole -Funnel</span><br /> +Funnel</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen Mister Bolles he gin the sword to our Leftenant -Cunnle,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">(It's Mister Secondary Bolles,<a name="fnanchor_O" -id="fnanchor_O"></a><a href="#footnote_O" +Cunnle,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">(It's Mister Secondary Bolles,<a id="fnanchor_O"></a><a href="#footnote_O" class="fnanchor"><sup>[O]</sup></a> thet writ the prize peace -essay;</span><br /> +essay;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet's why he didn't list himself along o' us, I -dessay,)</span><br /> +dessay,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' Rantoul, tu, talked pooty loud, but don't put -<i>his</i> foot in it,</span><br /> +<i>his</i> foot in it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coz human life's so sacred thet he's principled agin -it,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +it,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Though I myself can't rightly see it's any wus achokin' -on 'em,</span><br /> +on 'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Than puttin' bullets thru their lights, or with a -bagnet pokin' on 'em;</span><br /> +bagnet pokin' on 'em;</span><br > <span class="i0g">How dreffle slick he reeled it off, (like Blitz at our -lyceum</span><br /> +lyceum</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ahaulin' ribbins from his chops so quick you skeercely -see 'em,)</span><br /> +see 'em,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">About the Anglo-Saxon race (an' saxons would be -handy</span><br /> +handy</span><br > <span class="i0g">To du the buryin' down here upon the Rio -Grandy),</span><br /> +Grandy),</span><br > <span class="i0g">About our patriotic pas an' our star-spangled -banner,</span><br /> +banner,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our country's bird alookin' on an' singin' out -hosanner,</span><br /> +hosanner,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' how he (Mister B. himself) wuz happy fer -Ameriky,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Ameriky,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I felt, ez sister Patience sez, a leetle mite -histericky.</span><br /> +histericky.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I felt, I swon, ez though it wuz a dreffle kind o' -privilege</span><br /> +privilege</span><br > <span class="i0g">Atrampin' round thru Boston streets among the gutter's -drivelage;</span><br /> +drivelage;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I act'lly thought it wuz a treat to hear a little -drummin',</span><br /> +drummin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' it did bonyfidy seem millanyum wuz -acomin'</span><br /> +acomin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen all on us got suits (darned like them wore in the -state prison)</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">An' every feller felt ez though all Mexico wuz hisn.<a -name="fnanchor_P" id="fnanchor_P"></a><a href="#footnote_P" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[P]</sup></a></span><br /> +state prison)</span><br > +<span class="i0g">An' every feller felt ez though all Mexico wuz hisn.<a id="fnanchor_P"></a><a href="#footnote_P" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[P]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i00g">This 'ere's about the meanest place a skunk could wal -diskiver</span><br /> +diskiver</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Saltillo's Mexican, I b'lieve, fer wut we call -Salt-river);</span><br /> +Salt-river);</span><br > <span class="i0g">The sort o' trash a feller gits to eat doos beat all -nater,</span><br /> +nater,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'd give a year's pay fer a smell o' one good blue-nose -tater;</span><br /> +tater;</span><br > -<a name="Page_397" id="Page_397"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 397] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_397"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 397] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">The country here thet Mister Bolles declared to be so -charmin'</span><br /> +charmin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">Throughout is swarmin' with the most alarmin' kind o' -varmin.</span><br /> +varmin.</span><br > <span class="i0g">He talked about delishis froots, but then it wuz a -wopper all,</span><br /> +wopper all,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The holl on't 's mud an' prickly pears, with here an' -there a chapparal;</span><br /> +there a chapparal;</span><br > <span class="i0g">You see a feller peekin' out, an', fust you know, a -lariat</span><br /> +lariat</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is round your throat an' you a copse, 'fore you can -say, "Wut air ye at?"<a name="fnanchor_Q" id="fnanchor_Q"></a><a -href="#footnote_Q" class="fnanchor"><sup>[Q]</sup></a></span><br /> +say, "Wut air ye at?"<a id="fnanchor_Q"></a><a +href="#footnote_Q" class="fnanchor"><sup>[Q]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">You never see sech darned gret bugs (it may not be -irrelevant</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To say I've seen a <i>scarabœus pilularius</i><a -name="fnanchor_R" id="fnanchor_R"></a><a href="#footnote_R" +irrelevant</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To say I've seen a <i>scarabœus pilularius</i><a id="fnanchor_R"></a><a href="#footnote_R" class="fnanchor"><sup>[R]</sup></a> big ez a year old -elephant,)</span><br /> +elephant,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">The rigiment come up one day in time to stop a red -bug</span><br /> +bug</span><br > <span class="i0g">From runnin' off with Cunnle Wright,—'t wuz jest -a common <i>cimex lectularius</i>.</span><br /> +a common <i>cimex lectularius</i>.</span><br > <span class="i00g">One night I started up on eend an' thought I wuz to hum -agin,</span><br /> +agin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I heern a horn, thinks I it's Sol the fisherman hez -come agin,</span><br /> +come agin,</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>His</i> bellowses is sound enough,—ez I'm a -livin' creeter,</span><br /> +livin' creeter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I felt a thing go thru my leg,—'t wuz nothin' -more 'n a skeeter!</span><br /> +more 'n a skeeter!</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then there's the yaller fever, tu, they call it here el -vomito,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +vomito,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">(Come, thet wun't du, you landcrab there, I tell ye to -le' <i>go</i> my toe!</span><br /> +le' <i>go</i> my toe!</span><br > <span class="i0g">My gracious! it's a scorpion thet's took a shine to -play with 't</span><br /> +play with 't</span><br > <span class="i0g">I darsn't skeer the tarnal thing fer fear he'd run away -with 't.)</span><br /> +with 't.)</span><br > <span class="i00g">Afore I come away from hum I hed a strong -persuasion</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet Mexicans worn't human beans,<a name="fnanchor_S" -id="fnanchor_S"></a><a href="#footnote_S" +persuasion</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thet Mexicans worn't human beans,<a id="fnanchor_S"></a><a href="#footnote_S" class="fnanchor"><sup>[S]</sup></a>—an ourang outang -nation,</span><br /> +nation,</span><br > -<a name="Page_398" id="Page_398"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 398] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_398"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 398] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">A sort o' folks a chap could kill an' never dream on't -arter,</span><br /> +arter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">No more 'n a feller 'd dream o' pigs thet he hed hed to -slarter;</span><br /> +slarter;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'd an idee thet they were built arter the darkie -fashion all,</span><br /> +fashion all,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' kickin' colored folks about, you know, 's a kind o' -national;</span><br /> +national;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But wen I jined I worn't so wise ez thet air queen o' -Sheby,</span><br /> +Sheby,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer, come to look at 'em, they aint much diff'rent from -wut we be,</span><br /> +wut we be,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' here we air ascrougin' 'em out o' thir own -dominions,</span><br /> +dominions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ashelterin' 'em, ez Caleb sez, under our eagle's -pinions,</span><br /> +pinions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wich means to take a feller up jest by the slack o' 's -trowsis</span><br /> +trowsis</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' walk him Spanish clean right out o' all his homes -an' houses;</span><br /> +an' houses;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, it doos seem a curus way, but then hooraw fer -Jackson!</span><br /> +Jackson!</span><br > <span class="i0g">It must be right, fer Caleb sez it's reg'lar -Anglosaxon.</span><br /> +Anglosaxon.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The Mex'cans don't fight fair, they say, they piz'n all -the water,</span><br /> +the water,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' du amazin' lots o' things thet isn't wut they ough' -to;</span><br /> +to;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Bein' they haint no lead, they make their bullets out -o' copper</span><br /> +o' copper</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' shoot the darned things at us, tu, wich Caleb sez -aint proper;</span><br /> +aint proper;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He sez they'd ough' to stan' right up an' let us pop -'em fairly,</span><br /> +'em fairly,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Guess wen he ketches 'em at thet he'll hev to git up -airly,)</span><br /> +airly,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet our nation's bigger'n theirn an' so its rights air -bigger,</span><br /> +bigger,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' thet it's all to make 'em free thet we air pullin' -trigger,</span><br /> +trigger,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet Anglo Saxondom's idee 's abreakin' 'em to -pieces,</span><br /> +pieces,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' thet idee's thet every man doos jest wut he damn -pleases;</span><br /> +pleases;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef I don't make his meanin' clear, perhaps in some -respex I can,</span><br /> +respex I can,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I know thet "every man" don't mean a nigger or a -Mexican;</span><br /> +Mexican;</span><br > -<a name="Page_399" id="Page_399"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 399] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_399"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 399] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' there's another thing I know, an' thet is, ef these -creeturs,</span><br /> +creeturs,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet stick an Anglosaxon mask onto State-prison -feeturs,</span><br /> +feeturs,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Should come to Jaalam Centre fer to argify an' spout -on't,</span><br /> +on't,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The gals 'ould count the silver spoons the minnit they -cleared out on't.</span><br /> +cleared out on't.</span><br > <span class="i00g">This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable -feetur,</span><br /> +feetur,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' ef it worn't fer wakin' snakes, I'd home agin short -meter;</span><br /> +meter;</span><br > <span class="i0g">O, wouldn't I be off, quick time, ef't worn't thet I -wuz sartin</span><br /> +wuz sartin</span><br > <span class="i0g">They'd let the daylight into me to pay me fer -desartin'!</span><br /> +desartin'!</span><br > <span class="i0g">I don't approve o' tellin' tales, but jest to you I may -state</span><br /> +state</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our ossifers aint wut they wuz afore they left the -Baystate;</span><br /> +Baystate;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then it wuz "Mister Sawin, sir, you're middlin' well -now, be ye?</span><br /> +now, be ye?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Step up an' take a nipper, sir; I'm dreffle glad to see -ye";</span><br /> +ye";</span><br > <span class="i0g">But now it's "Ware's my eppylet? here, Sawin, step an' -fetch it!</span><br /> +fetch it!</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' mind your eye, be thund'rin' spry, or, damn ye, you -shall ketch it!"</span><br /> +shall ketch it!"</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, ez the Doctor sez, some pork will bile so, but by -mighty,</span><br /> +mighty,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef I hed some on 'em to hum, I 'd give 'em linkum -vity,</span><br /> +vity,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'd play the rogue's march on their hides an' other -music follerin'<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +music follerin'<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">But I must close my letter here, fer one on 'em 's -ahollerin',</span><br /> +ahollerin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">These Anglosaxon ossifers,—wal, taint no use -ajawin',</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I'm safe enlisted fer the war,</span><br /> +ajawin',</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I'm safe enlisted fer the war,</span><br > </div> <p class="center">Yourn,</p> @@ -23893,8 +23848,7 @@ in that former invasion of Mexico, the zealous Gomara (spawn though he were of the Scarlet Woman) was favored with a vision of St. James of Compostella, skewering the infidels upon his apostolical lance. We read, also, that Richard of the lion heart, having gone to Palestine on a -similar errand <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" -id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span> of mercy, was divinely encouraged to +similar errand <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span> of mercy, was divinely encouraged to cut the throats of such Paynims as refused to swallow the bread of life (doubtless that they might be thereafter incapacitated for swallowing the filthy gobbets of Mahound) by angels of heaven, who cried to the @@ -23918,7 +23872,7 @@ of fuzzy cotton.</p> <p class="blockquote">This, however, by the way. It is time now <i>revocare gradum</i>. While so many miracles of this sort, vouched by eyewitnesses, have encouraged the arms of Papists, not to speak of -Echetlæus at Marathon and those <i>Dioscuri</i> (whom we must conclude +Echetlæus at Marathon and those <i>Dioscuri</i> (whom we must conclude imps of the pit) who sundry times captained the pagan Roman soldiery, it is strange that our first American crusade was not in some such wise also signalized. Yet it is said that the Lord hath manifestly prospered @@ -23947,7 +23901,7 @@ the (by many esteemed) sinful pastime of dancing, and I own myself to be so far of that mind, that I could not but set my face against this Mexican Polka, though danced to the Presidential piping with a Gubernatorial second. If ever the country should be seized with another -such mania <i>de propagandâ fide</i>, I think it would be wise to fill +such mania <i>de propagandâ fide</i>, I think it would be wise to fill our bombshells with alternate copies of the Cambridge Platform and the Thirty-nine Articles, which would produce a mixture of the highest explosive power, and to wrap every one of our cannon-balls in a leaf of @@ -23956,8 +23910,7 @@ the darkness of Popery. Those iron evangelists would thus be able to disseminate vital religion and Gospel truth in quarters inaccessible to the ordinary missionary. I have seen lads, unimpregnate with the more sublimated punctiliousness of Walton, secure pickerel, taking their -unwary <i>siesta</i> <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" -id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span> beneath the lily-pads too nigh the +unwary <i>siesta</i> <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span> beneath the lily-pads too nigh the surface, with a gun and small shot. Why not, then, since gunpowder was unknown in the time of the Apostles (not to enter here upon the question whether it were discovered before that period by the Chinese), suit our @@ -23984,12 +23937,8 @@ grog-shop. Yet it is of this that we must all be puppets. This thumps the pulpit-cushion, this guides the editor's pen, this wags the senator's tongue. This decides what Scriptures are canonical, and shuffles Christ away into the Apocrypha. According to that sentence fathered upon Solon, -<ins title="Houtô dêmosion kakon erchetai oikad' -hekastô.">Οὕτω -δημόσιον -κακὸν ἔρχεται -οἴκαδ᾽ -ἑκάστῳ. </ins>This unclean spirit is +<ins title="Houtô dêmosion kakon erchetai oikad' +hekastô.">Οὕτω δημόσιον κακὸν á¼”Ïχεται οἴκαδ᾽ ἑκάστῳ. </ins>This unclean spirit is skilful to assume various shapes. I have known it to enter my own study and nudge my elbow of a Saturday, under the semblance of a wealthy member of my congregation. It were a great blessing, if every particular of what in the @@ -24000,7 +23949,7 @@ tracing its original to a speech of Ensign Cilley at a dinner of the Bungtown Fencibles. H. W.]</p> <p class="footnote p2"> -<a name="footnote_L" id="footnote_L"></a> +<a id="footnote_L"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_L">[L]</a> In relation to this expression, I cannot but think that Mr. Biglow has been too hasty in attributing it to me. Though Time be a comparatively @@ -24012,24 +23961,24 @@ Bungtown Fencibles. H. W.]</p> swearing and hectoring fellows.—H. W.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_M" id="footnote_M"></a> +<a id="footnote_M"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_M">[M]</a> i hait the Site of a feller with a muskit as I du pizn But their <i>is</i> fun to a cornwallis I aint agoin' to deny it.—H. B.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_N" id="footnote_N"></a> +<a id="footnote_N"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_N">[N]</a> he means Not quite so fur I guess.—H. B.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_O" id="footnote_O"></a> +<a id="footnote_O"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_O">[O]</a> the ignerant creeter means Sekketary; but he ollers stuck to his books like cobbler's wax to an ile-stone.—H. B.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_P" id="footnote_P"></a> +<a id="footnote_P"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_P">[P]</a> it must be aloud that thare's a streak o' nater in lovin' sho, but it sartinly is 1 of the curusest things in nater to see a rispecktable dri @@ -24039,13 +23988,13 @@ Bungtown Fencibles. H. W.]</p> than militerry gloary it is milishy gloary.—H. B.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_Q" id="footnote_Q"></a> +<a id="footnote_Q"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_Q">[Q]</a> these fellers are verry proppilly called Rank Heroes, and the more tha kill the ranker and more Herowick tha bekum.—H. B.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_R" id="footnote_R"></a> +<a id="footnote_R"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_R">[R]</a> it wuz "tumblebug" as he Writ it, but the parson put the Latten instid. i sed tother maid better meeter, but he said tha was eddykated @@ -24053,15 +24002,15 @@ Bungtown Fencibles. H. W.]</p> <i>wood</i> and idnow <i>as</i> tha wood.—H. B.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_S" id="footnote_S"></a> +<a id="footnote_S"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_S">[S]</a> he means human beins, that's wut he means, i spose he kinder thought tha wuz human beans ware the Xisle Poles comes from.—H. B.</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoIII" id="NoIII"></a></p> +<p><a id="NoIII"></a></p> <h4>No. III.</h4> <p class="smaller center">WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS.</p> @@ -24076,12 +24025,11 @@ attacking bad principles, he is obliged to select some individual who has made himself their exponent, and in whom they are impersonate, to the end that what he says may not, through ambiguity, be dissipated <i>tenues in auras</i>. For what says Seneca? <i>Longum iter per -præcepta, breve et efficace per exempla.</i> A bad principle is +præcepta, breve et efficace per exempla.</i> A bad principle is comparatively harmless while it continues to be an abstraction, nor can the general mind comprehend it fully till it is printed in that large type which all men can read at sight, namely, the life and character, -the sayings and doings, of particular <span class="pagenum"><a -name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[Pg 402]</a></span> persons. It is one of +the sayings and doings, of particular <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_402">[Pg 402]</a></span> persons. It is one of the cunningest fetches of Satan, that he never exposes himself directly to our arrows, but, still dodging behind this neighbor or that acquaintance, compels us to wound him through them, if at all. He holds @@ -24118,115 +24066,115 @@ are not lions."—H. W.]</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00">Guvener B. is a sensible man;</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Guvener B. is a sensible man;</span><br > <span class="i2g">He stays to his home an' looks arter his -folks;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,</span><br /> +folks;</span><br > +<span class="i0">He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,</span><br > <span class="i2g">An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.</span><br > -<span class="i00">My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du?</span><br /> +<span class="i00">My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du?</span><br > <span class="i2g">We can't never choose him, o' course,—thet's -flat;</span><br /> +flat;</span><br > <span class="i0">Guess we shall hev to come round, (don't -you?)</span><br /> +you?)</span><br > <span class="i2g">An' go in fer thunder an' guns, an' all that;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i6">Fer John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i6">Fer John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B.</span><br > -<span class="i00">Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man:</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man:</span><br > <span class="i2g">He's ben on all sides thet give places or -pelf;</span><br /> +pelf;</span><br > -<a name="Page_403" id="Page_403"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 403] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_403"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 403] +</span><br > <span class="i0">But consistency still wuz a part of his -plan,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +plan,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i2g">He's been true to <i>one</i> party and thet is -himself;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">So John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Gineral C. he goes in fer the war;</span><br /> -<span class="i2g">He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer,</span><br /> -<span class="i2g">But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an' blood?</span><br /> -<span class="i6">So John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Sez he shall vote fer Gineral G.</span><br /> +himself;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">So John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Gineral C. he goes in fer the war;</span><br > +<span class="i2g">He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer,</span><br > +<span class="i2g">But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an' blood?</span><br > +<span class="i6">So John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Sez he shall vote fer Gineral G.</span><br > <span class="i00">We were gittin' on nicely up here to our -village,</span><br /> +village,</span><br > <span class="i2g">With good old idees o' wut's right an' wut -aint,</span><br /> +aint,</span><br > <span class="i0">We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' -pillage,</span><br /> +pillage,</span><br > <span class="i2g">An' thet eppyletts worn't the best mark of a -saint</span><br /> -<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee.</span><br /> +saint</span><br > +<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Sez this kind o' thing's an exploded idee.</span><br > <span class="i00">The side of our country must ollers be took,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2g">An' Presidunt Polk, you know, <i>he</i> is our -country.</span><br /> +country.</span><br > <span class="i0">An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a -book</span><br /> +book</span><br > <span class="i2g">Puts the <i>debit</i> to him, an' to us the <i>per -contry</i>;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">An' John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Sez this is his view o' the thing to a T.</span><br /> +contry</i>;</span><br > +<span class="i6">An' John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Sez this is his view o' the thing to a T.</span><br > <span class="i00">Parson Wilbur he calls all these argimunts -lies;</span><br /> +lies;</span><br > <span class="i2g">Sez they're nothin' on airth but jest <i>fee, faw, -fum</i>:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' thet all this big talk of our destinies</span><br /> +fum</i>:</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' thet all this big talk of our destinies</span><br > <span class="i2g">Is half on it ignorance, an' t' other half -rum,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> +rum,</span><br > +<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > <span class="i4g">Sez it aint no sech thing; an', of course, so must -we.</span><br /> +we.</span><br > <span class="i00">Parson Wilbur sez <i>he</i> never heerd in his -life</span><br /> +life</span><br > <span class="i2g">Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail -coats,</span><br /> +coats,</span><br > <span class="i0">An' marched round in front of a drum an' a -fife,</span><br /> +fife,</span><br > <span class="i2g">To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em -votes,</span><br /> +votes,</span><br > -<a name="Page_404" id="Page_404"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 404] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_404"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 404] +</span><br > -<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> +<span class="i6">But John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > <span class="i4g">Sez they didn't know everythin' down in -Judee.</span><br /> +Judee.</span><br > <span class="i00">Wal, it's a marcy we've gut folks to tell us</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2g">The rights an' the wrongs o' these matters, I -vow,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +vow,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0">God sends country lawyers, an' other wise -fellers,</span><br /> +fellers,</span><br > <span class="i2g">To start the world's team wen it gits in a -slough;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Fer John P.</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br /> +slough;</span><br > +<span class="i6">Fer John P.</span><br > +<span class="i6">Robinson he</span><br > <span class="i4g">Sez the world'll go right, ef he hollers out -Gee!</span><br /> +Gee!</span><br > </div> @@ -24241,7 +24189,7 @@ to the Magistrate. I love our own Bay State too well to do the one, and as for the other, I have myself for nigh forty years exercised, however unworthily, the function of Justice of the Peace, having been called thereto by the unsolicited kindness of that most excellent man and -upright patriot, Caleb Strong. <i>Patriæ fumus igne alieno +upright patriot, Caleb Strong. <i>Patriæ fumus igne alieno luculentior</i> is best qualified with this,—<i>Ubi libertas, ibi patria</i>. We are inhabitants of two worlds, and owe a double but not a divided, allegiance. In virtue of our clay, this little ball of earth @@ -24279,8 +24227,7 @@ Buckingham, of the Boston Courier, the following letter.</p> <p class="blockquote">"<span class="smcap">Respected Sir</span>,—Calling at the post-office this morning, our worthy and -efficient postmaster offered for my perusal a paragraph in <a -name="Page_405" id="Page_405"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 405]</span> the +efficient postmaster offered for my perusal a paragraph in <a id="Page_405"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 405]</span> the Boston Morning Post of the 3d instant, wherein certain effusions of the pastoral muse are attributed to the pen of Mr. James Russell Lowell. For aught I know or can affirm to the contrary, this Mr. Lowell may be a very @@ -24349,7 +24296,7 @@ animadversion, namely,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <p class="smaller center">'We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.'</p> -<p class="blockquote"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406"></a><span +<p class="blockquote"><a id="Page_406"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 406]</span> "If the Post maintains the converse of this proposition, it can hardly be considered as a safe guide-post for the moral and religious portions of its party, however many other excellent qualities @@ -24386,7 +24333,7 @@ in print, and there is certainly one thing in them which I consider highly improper. I allude to the personal references to myself by name. To confer notoriety on an humble individual who is laboring quietly in his vocation, and who keeps his cloth as free as he can from the dust of -the political arena (though <i>væ mihi si non evangelizavero</i>), is no +the political arena (though <i>væ mihi si non evangelizavero</i>), is no doubt an indecorum. The sentiments which he attributes to me I will not deny to be mine. They were embodied, though in a different form, in a discourse preached upon the last day of public fasting, and were @@ -24418,7 +24365,7 @@ rule, Mrs. W. desires me to add, has no exceptions.</p> <p class="smaller quotesig2">"<span class="smcap">Homer Wilbur</span>, A.M.</p> -<p class="blockquote"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407"></a><span +<p class="blockquote"><a id="Page_407"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 407]</span> "P.S. Perhaps the last paragraph may look like an attempt to obtain the insertion of my circular gratuitously. If it should appear to you in that light, I desire that you would erase it, or @@ -24455,7 +24402,7 @@ at Oxford, that, when one wished to find him, being absconded, as was his wont, in some obscure alehouse, he was counselled to traverse the city with a drum and fife, the sound of which inspiring music would be sure to draw the Doctor from his retirement into the street. We are all -more or less bitten with this martial insanity. <i>Nescio quâ dulcedine +more or less bitten with this martial insanity. <i>Nescio quâ dulcedine ... cunctos ducit.</i> I confess to some infection of that itch myself. When I see a Brigadier-General maintaining his insecure elevation in the saddle under the severe fire of the training-field, and when I remember @@ -24478,12 +24425,12 @@ I think it sufficiently evident, that, during the first two centuries of the Christian era, at least, two professions were esteemed incompatible. Consult Jortin on this head.—H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p class="p2"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408"></a><span class="pagenum"> +<p class="p2"><a id="Page_408"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 408]</span></p> -<p><a name="NoIV" id="NoIV"></a></p> +<p><a id="NoIV"></a></p> <h4>No. IV.</h4> <p class="smaller center">REMARKS OF INCREASE D. O'PHACE, ESQUIRE, AT AN @@ -24543,470 +24490,467 @@ Speakership.—H. W.]</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i00g">No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin -him?</span><br /> +him?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef the bird of our country could ketch him, she'd skin -him;</span><br /> +him;</span><br > -<a name="Page_409" id="Page_409"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 409] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_409"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 409] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">I seem's though I see her, with wrath in each -quill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Like a chancery lawyer, afilin' her bill,</span><br /> +quill,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Like a chancery lawyer, afilin' her bill,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' grindin' her talents ez sharp ez all -nater,</span><br /> +nater,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To pounce like a writ on the back o' the -traitor.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Forgive me, my friends, ef I seem to be het,</span><br /> +traitor.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Forgive me, my friends, ef I seem to be het,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But a crisis like this must with vigor be -met;</span><br /> +met;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen an Arnold the star-spangled banner -bestains,</span><br /> +bestains,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Holl Fourth o' Julys seem to bile in my -veins.</span><br /> +veins.</span><br > -<span class="i00g">Who ever'd ha' thought sech a pisonous rig</span><br /> +<span class="i00g">Who ever'd ha' thought sech a pisonous rig</span><br > <span class="i0g">Would be run by a chap thet wuz chose fer a -Wig?</span><br /> +Wig?</span><br > <span class="i0g">"We knowed wut his principles wuz 'fore we sent -him?'</span><br /> +him?'</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wut wuz ther in them from this vote to pervent -him?</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A marciful Providunce fashioned us holler</span><br /> +him?</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A marciful Providunce fashioned us holler</span><br > <span class="i0g">O' purpose thet we might our principles -swaller;</span><br /> +swaller;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It can hold any quantity on 'em, the belly -can,</span><br /> +can,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' bring 'em up ready fer use like the -pelican,</span><br /> +pelican,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or more like the kangaroo, who (wich is -stranger)</span><br /> +stranger)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Puts her family into her pouch wen there's -danger.</span><br /> +danger.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Aint principle precious? then, who's goin' to use -it</span><br /> +it</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen there's resk o' some chap's gittin' up to abuse -it?</span><br /> +it?</span><br > <span class="i0g">I can't tell the wy on 't, but nothin' is so -sure</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Ez ther principle kind o' gits spiled by exposure;<a -name="fnanchor_T" id="fnanchor_T"></a><a href="#footnote_T" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[T]</sup></a></span><br /> +sure</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Ez ther principle kind o' gits spiled by exposure;<a id="fnanchor_T"></a><a href="#footnote_T" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[T]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">A man thet lets all sorts o' folks git a sight on -'t</span><br /> +'t</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ough' to hev it all took right away, every mite on -'t;</span><br /> +'t;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef he can't keep it all to himself wen it's wise -to,</span><br /> +to,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He aint one it's fit to trust nothin' so nice -to.</span><br /> +to.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Besides, ther's a wonderful power in latitude</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">To shift a man's morril relations an' -attitude;</span><br /> +attitude;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some flossifers think thet a fakkilty's -granted</span><br /> +granted</span><br > <span class="i0g">The minnit it's proved to be thoroughly -wanted,</span><br /> +wanted,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet a change o' demand makes a change o' -condition,</span><br /> +condition,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' thet everythin' 's nothin' except by -position,</span><br /> +position,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ez, fer instance, thet rubber-trees fust begun -bearin'</span><br /> +bearin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen p'litikle conshunces come into -wearin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +wearin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<a name="Page_410" id="Page_410"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 410] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_410"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 410] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet the fears of a monkey, whose holt chanced to -fail,</span><br /> +fail,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Drawed the vertibry out to a prehensile tail;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">So, wen one's chose to Congriss, ez soon ez he's in -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A collar grows right round his neck in a -minnit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">An' sartin it is thet a man cannot be strict</span><br /> +minnit,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">An' sartin it is thet a man cannot be strict</span><br > <span class="i0g">In bein' himself, wen he gits to the -Deestrict,</span><br /> +Deestrict,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer a coat thet sets wal here in ole -Massachusetts,</span><br /> +Massachusetts,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen it gits on to Washinton, somehow askew -sets.</span><br /> +sets.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Resolves, do you say, o' the Springfield -Convention?</span><br /> +Convention?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet's percisely the pint I was goin' to -mention;</span><br /> +mention;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Resolves air a thing we most gen'ally keep -ill,</span><br /> +ill,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They're a cheap kind o' dust fer the eyes o' the -people;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">A parcel o' delligits jest git together</span><br /> +people;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">A parcel o' delligits jest git together</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' chat fer a spell o' the crops an' the -weather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Then, comin' to order, they squabble awile</span><br /> +weather,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Then, comin' to order, they squabble awile</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' let off the speeches they're ferful 'll -spile;</span><br /> +spile;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then—Resolve,—Thet we wunt hev an inch o' -slave territory;</span><br /> +slave territory;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet President Polk's holl perceedins air very -tory;</span><br /> +tory;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet the war is a damned war, an' them thet enlist in -it</span><br /> +it</span><br > <span class="i0g">Should hev a cravat with a dreffle tight twist in -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet the war is a war fer the spreadin' o' -slavery;</span><br /> +slavery;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet our army desarves our best thanks fer their -bravery;</span><br /> +bravery;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet we're the original friends o' the -nation,</span><br /> +nation,</span><br > <span class="i0g">All the rest air a paltry an' base -fabrication;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet we highly respect Messrs. A, B, an' C,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">An' ez deeply despise Messrs. E, F, an' G.</span><br /> +fabrication;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thet we highly respect Messrs. A, B, an' C,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">An' ez deeply despise Messrs. E, F, an' G.</span><br > <span class="i0g">In this way they go to the eend o' the -chapter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">An' then they bust out in a kind of a raptur</span><br /> +chapter,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">An' then they bust out in a kind of a raptur</span><br > <span class="i0g">About their own vartoo, an' folks's -stone-blindness</span><br /> +stone-blindness</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the men thet 'ould actilly do 'em a -kindness,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +kindness,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">The American eagle,—the Pilgrims thet -landed,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +landed,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Till on ole Plymouth Rock they git finally -stranded.</span><br /> +stranded.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, the people they listen and say, "Thet's the -ticket;</span><br /> +ticket;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ez fer Mexico, t'aint no great glory to lick -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But 't would be a darned shame to go pullin' o' -triggers</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To extend the aree of abusin' the niggers."</span><br /> +triggers</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To extend the aree of abusin' the niggers."</span><br > <span class="i00g">So they march in percessions, an' git up -hooraws,</span><br /> +hooraws,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' tramp thru the mud fer the good o' the -cause,</span><br /> +cause,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' think they're a kind o' fulfillin' the -prophecies,</span><br /> +prophecies,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen they're on'y jest changin' the holders of -offices;</span><br /> +offices;</span><br > -<a name="Page_411" id="Page_411"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 411] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_411"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 411] +</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ware A sot afore, B is comf'tably seated,</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ware A sot afore, B is comf'tably seated,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One humbug's victor'ous, an' t' other -defeated,</span><br /> +defeated,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Each honnable doughface gits jest wut he -axes,</span><br /> +axes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' the people—their annool soft-sodder an' -taxes.</span><br /> +taxes.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Now, to keep unimpared all these glorious -feeturs</span><br /> +feeturs</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet characterize morril an' reasonin' -creeturs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet give every paytriot all he can cram,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet oust the untrustworthy Presidunt Flam,</span><br /> +creeturs,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thet give every paytriot all he can cram,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thet oust the untrustworthy Presidunt Flam,</span><br > <span class="i0g">And stick honest Presidunt Sham in his place,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">To the manifest gain o' the holl human race,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">To the manifest gain o' the holl human race,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' to some indervidgewals on 't in -partickler,</span><br /> +partickler,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who love Public Opinion an' know now to tickle -her,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +her,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I say thet a party with great aims like these</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Must stick jest ez close ez a hive full o' -bees.</span><br /> +bees.</span><br > -<span class="i00g">I'm willin' a man should go tollable strong</span><br /> +<span class="i00g">I'm willin' a man should go tollable strong</span><br > <span class="i0g">Agin wrong in the abstract, fer thet kind o' -wrong</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Is ollers unpop'lar an' never gits pitied,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Because it's a crime no one never committed;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">But he mus'n't be hard on partickler sins,</span><br /> +wrong</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Is ollers unpop'lar an' never gits pitied,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Because it's a crime no one never committed;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">But he mus'n't be hard on partickler sins,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coz then he'll be kickin' the people's own -shins;</span><br /> +shins;</span><br > <span class="i0g">On'y look at the Demmercrats, see wut they've -done</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Jest simply by stickin' together like fun;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">They've sucked us right into a mis'able war</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet no one on airth aint responsible for;</span><br /> +done</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Jest simply by stickin' together like fun;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">They've sucked us right into a mis'able war</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thet no one on airth aint responsible for;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They've run us a hundred cool millions in -debt,</span><br /> +debt,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(An' fer Demmercrat Horners ther's good plums left -yet;)</span><br /> +yet;)</span><br > <span class="i0g">They talk agin tayriffs, but act fer a high -one,</span><br /> +one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' so coax all parties to build up their -Zion;</span><br /> +Zion;</span><br > <span class="i0g">To the people they're ollers ez slick ez -molasses,</span><br /> +molasses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' butter their bread on both sides with The -Masses,</span><br /> +Masses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Half o' whom they've persuaded, by way of a -joke,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet Washinton's mantelpiece fell upon Polk.</span><br /> +joke,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Thet Washinton's mantelpiece fell upon Polk.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Now all o' these blessin's the Wigs might -enjoy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Ef they'd gumption enough the right means to imploy;<a -name="fnanchor_U" id="fnanchor_U"></a><a href="#footnote_U" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[U]</sup></a></span><br /> +enjoy,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Ef they'd gumption enough the right means to imploy;<a id="fnanchor_U"></a><a href="#footnote_U" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[U]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer the silver spoon born in Dermocracy's -mouth</span><br /> +mouth</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is a kind of a scringe thet they hev to the -South;</span><br /> +South;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Their masters can cuss 'em an' kick 'em an' wale -'em,</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > -<a name="Page_412" id="Page_412"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 412] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_412"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 412] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' they notice it less 'an the ass did to -Balaam;</span><br /> +Balaam;</span><br > <span class="i0g">In this way they screw into second-rate -offices</span><br /> +offices</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wich the slaveholder thinks 'ould substract too much -off his ease;</span><br /> +off his ease;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The file-leaders, I mean, du, fer they, by their -wiles,</span><br /> +wiles,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Unlike the old viper, grow fat on their -files.</span><br /> +files.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, the Wigs hev been tryin' to grab all this prey -frum 'em</span><br /> +frum 'em</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' to hook this nice spoon o' good fortin' away frum -'em</span><br /> +'em</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' they might ha' succeeded, ez likely ez -not,</span><br /> +not,</span><br > <span class="i0g">In lickin' the Demmercrats all round the lot,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Ef it warn't thet, wile all faithful Wigs were their -knees on,</span><br /> +knees on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some stuffy old codger would holler -out,—"Treason!</span><br /> +out,—"Treason!</span><br > <span class="i0g">You must keep a sharp eye on a dog thet hez bit you -once,</span><br /> +once,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' <i>I</i> aint agoin' to cheat my -constitoounts,"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Wen every fool knows thet a man represents</span><br /> +constitoounts,"<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">Wen every fool knows thet a man represents</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not the fellers thet sent him, but them on the -fence,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Impartially ready to jump either side</span><br /> +fence,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">Impartially ready to jump either side</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' make the fust use of a turn o' the -tide,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0g">The waiters on Providunce here in the city,</span><br /> +tide,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0g">The waiters on Providunce here in the city,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who compose wut they call a State Centerl -Committy.</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in,</span><br /> +Committy.</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But arterwards don't weigh the heft of a pin.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Wy, the people can't all live on Uncle Sam's -pus,</span><br /> +pus,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So they've nothin' to du with 't fer better or -wus;</span><br /> +wus;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's the folks thet air kind o' brought up to depend on -'t</span><br /> +'t</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet hev any consarn in 't, an' thet is the end on -'t.</span><br /> +'t.</span><br > -<span class="i00g">Now here wuz New England ahevin' the honor</span><br /> +<span class="i00g">Now here wuz New England ahevin' the honor</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of a chance at the Speakership showered upon -her;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +her;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Do you say,—"She don't want no more Speakers, but -fewer;</span><br /> +fewer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">She's hed plenty o' them, wut she wants is a -<i>doer</i>"?</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Fer the matter o' thet it's notorous in town</span><br /> +<i>doer</i>"?</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Fer the matter o' thet it's notorous in town</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet her own representatives du her quite -brown.</span><br /> +brown.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But thet's nothin' to du with it; wut right hed -Palfrey</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">To mix himself up with fanatical small fry?</span><br /> +Palfrey</span><br > +<span class="i0g">To mix himself up with fanatical small fry?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Warn't we gittin' on prime with our hot an' cold -blowin',</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Acondemnin' the war wilst we kep' it agoin'?</span><br /> +blowin',</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Acondemnin' the war wilst we kep' it agoin'?</span><br > <span class="i0g">We'd assumed with gret skill a commandin' -position,</span><br /> +position,</span><br > -<a name="Page_413" id="Page_413"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 413] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_413"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 413] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">On this side or thet, no one couldn't tell wich -one,</span><br /> +one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, wutever side wipped, we'd a chance at the -plunder</span><br /> +plunder</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' could sue fer infringin' our paytented -thunder;</span><br /> +thunder;</span><br > <span class="i0g">We were ready to vote fer whoever wuz -eligible,</span><br /> +eligible,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef on all pints at issoo he'd stay -unintelligible.</span><br /> +unintelligible.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, sposin' we hed to gulp down our -perfessions,</span><br /> +perfessions,</span><br > <span class="i0g">We were ready to come out next mornin' with fresh -ones;</span><br /> +ones;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Besides, ef we did, 'twas our business alone,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Fer couldn't we du wut we would with our own?</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">An' ef a man can, wen pervisions hev riz so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Eat up his own words, it's a marcy it is so.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">An' ef a man can, wen pervisions hev riz so,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Eat up his own words, it's a marcy it is so.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Wy, these chaps frum the North, with back-bones to 'em, -darn 'em,</span><br /> +darn 'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Ould be wuth more 'an Gennle Tom Thumb is to -Barnum;</span><br /> +Barnum;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ther's enough thet to office on this very plan -grow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">By exhibitin' how very small a man can grow;</span><br /> +grow,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">By exhibitin' how very small a man can grow;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But an M. C. frum here ollers hastens to state -he</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Belongs to the order called invertebraty,</span><br /> +he</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Belongs to the order called invertebraty,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wence some gret filologists judge primy fashy</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0g">Thet M. C. is M. T. by paronomashy;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0g">Thet M. C. is M. T. by paronomashy;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' these few exceptions air <i>loosus -naytury</i></span><br /> +naytury</i></span><br > <span class="i0g">Folks 'ould put down their quarters to stare at, like -fury.</span><br /> +fury.</span><br > -<span class="i00g">It's no use to open the door o' success,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Ef a member can bolt so fer nothin' or less;</span><br /> +<span class="i00g">It's no use to open the door o' success,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Ef a member can bolt so fer nothin' or less;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wy, all o' them grand constitootional pillers</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Our fore-fathers fetched with 'em over the -billers,</span><br /> +billers,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Them pillers the people so soundly hev slep' -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wile to slav'ry, invasion, an' debt they were swep' -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wile our Destiny higher an' higher kep' -mountin',</span><br /> +mountin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Though I guess folks'll stare wen she hends her -account in,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Ef members in this way go kickin' agin 'em,</span><br /> +account in,)</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Ef members in this way go kickin' agin 'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They wunt hev so much ez a feather left in -'em.</span><br /> +'em.</span><br > -<span class="i00g">An', ez fer this Palfrey,<a name="fnanchor_V" -id="fnanchor_V"></a><a href="#footnote_V" +<span class="i00g">An', ez fer this Palfrey,<a id="fnanchor_V"></a><a href="#footnote_V" class="fnanchor"><sup>[V]</sup></a> we thought wen we'd gut him -in,</span><br /> +in,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He'd go kindly in wutever harness we put him -in;</span><br /> +in;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Supposin' we <i>did</i> know thet he wuz a peace -man?</span><br /> +man?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Doos he think he can be Uncle Sammle's -policeman,</span><br /> +policeman,</span><br > -<a name="Page_414" id="Page_414"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 414] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_414"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 414] +</span><br > -<span class="i0g">An' wen Sam gits tipsy an' kicks up a riot,</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">An' wen Sam gits tipsy an' kicks up a riot,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Lead him off to the lockup to snooze till he's -quiet?</span><br /> +quiet?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wy, the war is a war thet true paytriots can bear, -ef</span><br /> +ef</span><br > <span class="i0g">It leads to the fat promised land of a -tayriff;</span><br /> +tayriff;</span><br > <span class="i0g">We don't go an' fight it, nor aint to be driv -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor Demmercrats nuther, thet hev wut to live -on;</span><br /> +on;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef it aint jest the thing thet's well pleasin' to -God,</span><br /> +God,</span><br > <span class="i0g">It makes us thought highly on elsewhere -abroad;</span><br /> +abroad;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The Rooshian black eagle looks blue in his -eerie</span><br /> +eerie</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' shakes both his heads wen he hears o' -Monteery;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">In the Tower Victory sets, all of a fluster,</span><br /> +Monteery;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">In the Tower Victory sets, all of a fluster,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' reads, with locked doors, how we won Cherry -Buster;</span><br /> +Buster;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' old Philip Lewis—thet come an' kep' school -here</span><br /> +here</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer the mere sake o' scorin' his ryalist -ruler</span><br /> +ruler</span><br > <span class="i0g">On the tenderest part of our kings <i>in -futuro</i><span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +futuro</i><span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Hides his crown underneath an old shut in his -bureau,</span><br /> +bureau,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Breaks off in his brags to a suckle o' merry -kings,</span><br /> +kings,</span><br > <span class="i0g">How he often hed hided young native -Amerrikins,</span><br /> +Amerrikins,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An', turnin' quite faint in the midst of his -fooleries,</span><br /> +fooleries,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sneaks down stairs to bolt the front door o' the -Tooleries.<a name="fnanchor_W" id="fnanchor_W"></a><a href="#footnote_W" -class="fnanchor"><sup>[W]</sup></a></span><br /> +Tooleries.<a id="fnanchor_W"></a><a href="#footnote_W" +class="fnanchor"><sup>[W]</sup></a></span><br > <span class="i00g">You say,—"We'd ha' scared 'em by growin' in -peace,</span><br /> +peace,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A plaguy sight more then by bobberies like -these"?</span><br /> +these"?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Who is it dares say thet "our naytional eagle</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Wun't much longer be classed with the birds thet air -regal,</span><br /> +regal,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coz theirn be hooked beaks, an' she, arter this -slaughter,</span><br /> +slaughter,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'ll bring back a bill ten times longer 'n she ough' -to"?</span><br /> +to"?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wut's your name? Come, I see ye, you up-country -feller,</span><br /> +feller,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You've put me out severil times with your -beller;</span><br /> +beller;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Out with it! Wut? Biglow? I say nothin' -furder,</span><br /> +furder,</span><br > -<a name="Page_415" id="Page_415"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 415] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_415"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 415] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet feller would like nothin' better 'n a -murder;</span><br /> +murder;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's a traiter, blasphemer, an' wut ruther worse -is,</span><br /> +is,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He puts all his ath'ism in dreffle bad -verses;</span><br /> +verses;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Socity aint safe till sech monsters air out on -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Refer to the Post, ef you hev the least doubt on -it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Wy, he goes agin war, agin indirect taxes,</span><br /> +it;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Wy, he goes agin war, agin indirect taxes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Agin sellin' wild lands 'cept to settlers with -axes,</span><br /> +axes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Agin holdin' o' slaves, though he knows it's the -corner</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Our libbaty rests on, the mis'able scorner!</span><br /> +corner</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Our libbaty rests on, the mis'able scorner!</span><br > <span class="i0g">In short, he would wholly upset with his -ravages</span><br /> +ravages</span><br > <span class="i0g">All thet keeps us above the brute critters an' -savages,</span><br /> +savages,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' pitch into all kinds o' briles an' -confusions</span><br /> +confusions</span><br > <span class="i0g">The holl of our civilized, free institutions;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">He writes fer thet ruther unsafe print, the -Courier,</span><br /> +Courier,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' likely ez not hez a squintin' to Foorier;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">I'll be——, thet is, I mean I'll be -blest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Ef I hark to a word frum so noted a pest;</span><br /> +blest,</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Ef I hark to a word frum so noted a pest;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I shan't talk with <i>him</i>, my religion's too -fervent.<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +fervent.<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Good mornin', my friends, I'm your most humble -servant.</span><br /> +servant.</span><br > </div> @@ -25043,7 +24987,7 @@ me that he had received a first instalment of the gift of tongues as a small earnest of larger possessions in the like kind to follow. For, of a truth, I could not reconcile it with my ideas of the Divine justice and mercy that the single wall which protected people, of other -languages <a name="Page_416" id="Page_416"></a><span class="pagenum"> +languages <a id="Page_416"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 416]</span> from the incursions of this otherwise well-meaning propagandist should be broken down.</p> @@ -25053,10 +24997,10 @@ result from such exercises, I detected a slender residuum of valuable information. I made the discovery that <i>nothing</i> takes longer in the saying than any thing else, for, as <i>ex nihilo nihil fit</i>, so from one polypus <i>nothing</i> any number of similar ones may be -produced. I would recommend to the attention of <i>vivâ voce</i> +produced. I would recommend to the attention of <i>vivâ voce</i> debaters and controversialists the admirable example of the monk Copres, who, in the fourth century, stood for half an hour in the midst of a -great fire, and thereby silenced a Manichæan antagonist who had less of +great fire, and thereby silenced a Manichæan antagonist who had less of the salamander in him. As for those who quarrel in print, I have no concern with them here, since the eyelids are a divinely-granted shield against all such. Moreover, I have observed in many modern books that @@ -25066,7 +25010,7 @@ tendency of literature continue, books will grow more valuable from year to year, and the whole Serbonian bog yield to the advances of firm arable land.</p> -<p class="blockquote">The sagacious Lacedæmonians hearing that Tesephone +<p class="blockquote">The sagacious Lacedæmonians hearing that Tesephone had bragged that he could talk all day long on any given subject, made no more ado, but forthwith banished him, whereby they supplied him a topic and at the same time took care that his experiment upon it should @@ -25084,9 +25028,9 @@ tap themselves in Fanueil Halls, meeting-houses, and other places of public resort.—H. W.]</p> <p class="footnote p2"> -<a name="footnote_T" id="footnote_T"></a> +<a id="footnote_T"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_T">[T]</a> The speaker is of a different mind from -Tully, who, in his recently discovered tractate <i>De Republicâ</i>, +Tully, who, in his recently discovered tractate <i>De Republicâ</i>, tells us,—<i>Nec vero habere virtutem satis est, quasi artem aliquam, nisi utare</i>, and from our Milton, who says,—"I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, @@ -25098,23 +25042,23 @@ Roman's mouth, without knowing it, and might well exclaim with Austin nos nostra dixerint!</i>—H. W.</p> <p class="footnote"> -<a name="footnote_U" id="footnote_U"></a> +<a id="footnote_U"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_U">[U]</a> That was a pithy saying of Persius, and fits our politicians without a wrinkle,-<i>Magister artis, ingeniique largitor venter.</i>—H. W.</p> <p class="footnote lessafter"> -<a name="footnote_V" id="footnote_V"></a> +<a id="footnote_V"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_V">[V]</a> There is truth yet in this of Juvenal,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <p class="footnote poem"> -<span class="i0">"Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas."</span><br /> -<span class="i14">H. W.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">"Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas."</span><br > +<span class="i14">H. W.</span><br > </p> <p class="footnote lessafter"> -<a name="footnote_W" id="footnote_W"></a> +<a id="footnote_W"></a> <a href="#fnanchor_W">[W]</a> Jortin is willing to allow of other miracles besides those recorded in Holy Writ, and why not of other prophecies? It is granting too much to Satan to suppose him, as divers @@ -25127,35 +25071,32 @@ in Medea will suit here:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <p class="poem footnote lessafter"> -<span class="i6">"Rapida fortuna ac levis</span><br /> +<span class="i6">"Rapida fortuna ac levis</span><br > -<span class="i2">Præcepsque regno eripuit, exsilio dedit."</span><br /> +<span class="i2">Præcepsque regno eripuit, exsilio dedit."</span><br > </p> <p class="footnote morebefore lessafter">Let us allow, even to richly deserved misfortune, our commiseration, and be not over-hasty meanwhile in our censure of the French people, left for the first time to govern -themselves, remembering that wise sentence of Æschylus,<span +themselves, remembering that wise sentence of Æschylus,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> <p class="poem footnote lessafter"> -<span class="i2"><ins title="Hapas de trachus hostis an neon kratê."> -Ἅπας δὲ -τραχὺς ὅστις -ἂν νέον -κρατᾖ.</ins></span><br /> +<span class="i2"><ins title="Hapas de trachus hostis an neon kratê."> +á¼Ï€Î±Ï‚ δὲ Ï„Ïαχὺς ὅστις ἂν νÎον κÏατᾖ.</ins></span><br > -<span class="i20">H. W.</span><br /> +<span class="i20">H. W.</span><br > </p> <p class="p2"></p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoV" id="NoV"></a></p> +<p><a id="NoV"></a></p> <h4>No. V.</h4> <p class="center smaller">THE DEBATE IN THE SENNIT.</p> @@ -25179,7 +25120,7 @@ indeed!</p> <p class="blockquote">Mr. Calhoun, who is made the chief speaker in this burlesque, seems to think that the light of the nineteenth century is to be put out as soon as he tinkles his little cow-bell curfew. Whenever -slavery is <a name="Page_417" id="Page_417"></a><span class="pagenum"> +slavery is <a id="Page_417"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 417]</span> touched, he sets up his scarecrow of dissolving the Union. This may do for the North, but I should conjecture that something more than a pumpkin-lantern is required to scare manifest and irretrievable @@ -25244,177 +25185,177 @@ Biglow</span>.</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i00g">"Here we stan' on the Constitution, by -thunder!</span><br /> +thunder!</span><br > <span class="i2g">It's a fact o' wich ther's bushils o' proofs;</span> -<br /> +<br > -<a name="Page_418" id="Page_418"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 418] -</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">Fer how could we trample on't so, I wonder,</span><br /> +<a id="Page_418"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 418] +</span><br > +<span class="i0g">Fer how could we trample on't so, I wonder,</span><br > <span class="ig2">Ef 't worn't thet it's ollers under our -hoofs?"</span><br /> -<span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Human rights haint no more</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Right to come on this floor,</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">No more'n the man in the moon," sez he.</span><br /> +hoofs?"</span><br > +<span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;</span><br > +<span class="i6">"Human rights haint no more</span><br > +<span class="i6">Right to come on this floor,</span><br > +<span class="i4g">No more'n the man in the moon," sez he.</span><br > <span class="i00g">"The North haint no kind o' bisness with -nothin',</span><br /> -<span class="i2g">An' you've no idee how much bother it saves;</span><br /> +nothin',</span><br > +<span class="i2g">An' you've no idee how much bother it saves;</span><br > <span class="i0g">We aint none riled by their frettin' an' -frothin',</span><br /> +frothin',</span><br > <span class="i2g">We're <i>used</i> to layin' the string on our -slaves,"</span><br /> +slaves,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">Sez Mister Foote,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"I should like to shoot</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">Sez Mister Foote,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"I should like to shoot</span><br > <span class="i4g">The holl gang, by the great horn spoon," sez -he.</span><br /> +he.</span><br > <span class="i00g">"Freedom's Keystone is Slavery, thet ther's no doubt -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i2g">It's sutthin' thet's—wha' d' ye call -it?—divine,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +it?—divine,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">An' the slaves thet we allers <i>make</i> the most out -on</span><br /> -<span class="i2g">Air them north o' Mason an' Dixon's line,"</span><br /> +on</span><br > +<span class="i2g">Air them north o' Mason an' Dixon's line,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Fer all thet," sez Mangum,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"'T would be better to hang 'em,</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">An' so git red on 'em soon," sez he.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"Fer all thet," sez Mangum,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"'T would be better to hang 'em,</span><br > +<span class="i4g">An' so git red on 'em soon," sez he.</span><br > <span class="i00g">"The mass ough' to labor an' we lay on -soffies,</span><br /> +soffies,</span><br > <span class="i2g">Thet's the reason I want to spread Freedom's -aree;</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">It puts all the cunninest on us in office,</span><br /> -<span class="i2g">An' reelises our Maker's orig'nal idee,"</span><br /> +aree;</span><br > +<span class="i0g">It puts all the cunninest on us in office,</span><br > +<span class="i2g">An' reelises our Maker's orig'nal idee,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Thet's ez plain," sez Cass,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Ez thet some one's an ass,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"Thet's ez plain," sez Cass,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"Ez thet some one's an ass,</span><br > <span class="i4g">It's ez clear ez the sun is at noon," sez he.</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i00g">"Now don't go to say I'm the friend of -oppression,</span><br /> +oppression,</span><br > <span class="i2g">But keep all your spare breath fer coolin' your -broth,</span><br /> +broth,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer I ollers hev strove (at least thet's my -impression)</span><br /> +impression)</span><br > <span class="i2g">To make cussed free with the rights o' the -North,"</span><br /> +North,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Yes," sez Davis o' Miss.,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"The perfection o' bliss</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Is in skinnin' thet same old coon," sez he.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"Yes," sez Davis o' Miss.,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"The perfection o' bliss</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Is in skinnin' thet same old coon," sez he.</span><br > -<a name="Page_419" id="Page_419"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 419] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_419"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 419] +</span><br > <span class="i00g">"Slavery's a thing thet depends on complexion,</span><br -/> +> <span class="i2g">It's God's law thet fetters on black skins don't -chafe;</span><br /> +chafe;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef brains wuz to settle it (horrid reflection!)</span><br -/> -<span class="i2g">Wich of our onnable body'd be safe?"</span><br /> +> +<span class="i2g">Wich of our onnable body'd be safe?"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">Sez Mister Hannegan,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">Afore he began agin,</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">"Thet exception is quite oppertoon," sez he.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">Sez Mister Hannegan,</span><br > +<span class="i6">Afore he began agin,</span><br > +<span class="i4g">"Thet exception is quite oppertoon," sez he.</span><br > <span class="i00g">"Gen'nle Cass, Sir, you needn't be twitchin' your -collar,</span><br /> +collar,</span><br > <span class="i2g"><i>Your</i> merit's quite clear by the dut on your -knees,</span><br /> +knees,</span><br > <span class="i0g">At the North we don't make no distinctions o' -color,</span><br /> +color,</span><br > <span class="i2g">You can all take a lick at our shoes wen you -please,"</span><br /> +please,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">Sez Mister Jarnagin,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"They wunt hev to larn agin,</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">They all on 'em know the old toon," sez he.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">Sez Mister Jarnagin,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"They wunt hev to larn agin,</span><br > +<span class="i4g">They all on 'em know the old toon," sez he.</span><br > <span class="i00g">"The slavery question aint no ways -bewilderin',</span><br /> +bewilderin',</span><br > <span class="i2g">North an' South hev one int'rest, it's plain to a -glance;</span><br /> +glance;</span><br > <span class="i0g">No'thern men, like us patriarchs, don't sell their -childrin,</span><br /> +childrin,</span><br > <span class="i2g">But they <i>du</i> sell themselves, ef they git a good -chance,"</span><br /> +chance,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">Sez Atherton here,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"This is gittin' severe,</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">I wish I could dive like a loon," sez he.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">Sez Atherton here,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"This is gittin' severe,</span><br > +<span class="i4g">I wish I could dive like a loon," sez he.</span><br > <span class="i00g">"It'll break up the Union, this talk about -freedom,</span><br /> +freedom,</span><br > <span class="i2g">An' your fact'ry gals (soon ez we split) 'll make -head,</span><br /> +head,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' gittin' some Miss chief or other to lead -'em,</span><br /> -<span class="i2g">'ll go to work raisin' pr'miscoous Ned,"</span><br /> +'em,</span><br > +<span class="i2g">'ll go to work raisin' pr'miscoous Ned,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John O. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Yes, the North," sez Colquitt,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Ef we Southeners all quit,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"Yes, the North," sez Colquitt,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"Ef we Southeners all quit,</span><br > <span class="i4g">Would go down like a busted balloon," sez he.</span> <br -/> +> <span class="i00g">"Jest look wut is doin', wut annyky's brewin'</span><br -/> +> <span class="i2g">In the beautiful clime o' the olive an' vine,</span> <br -/> -<span class="i0g">All the wise aristoxy is tumblin' to ruin,</span><br /> +> +<span class="i0g">All the wise aristoxy is tumblin' to ruin,</span><br > <span class="i2g">An' the sankylots drorin' an' drinkin' their -wine,"</span><br /> +wine,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Yes," sez Johnson, "in France</span><br /> -<span class="i6">They're beginnin' to dance</span><br /> -<span class="i4g">Beelzebub's own rigadoon," sez he.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"Yes," sez Johnson, "in France</span><br > +<span class="i6">They're beginnin' to dance</span><br > +<span class="i4g">Beelzebub's own rigadoon," sez he.</span><br > -<a name="Page_420" id="Page_420"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 420] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_420"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 420] +</span><br > <span class="i00g">"The South's safe enough, it don't feel a mite -skeery,</span><br /> +skeery,</span><br > <span class="i2g">Our slaves in their darkness an' dut air tu -blest</span><br /> +blest</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not to welcome with proud hallylugers the ery</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2g">Wen our eagle kicks yourn from the naytional -nest,"</span><br /> +nest,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"O," sez Westcott o' Florida,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Wut treason is horrider</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"O," sez Westcott o' Florida,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"Wut treason is horrider</span><br > <span class="i4g">Then our priv'leges tryin' to proon?" sez he.</span> <br -/> +> <span class="i00g">"It's 'coz they're so happy, thet, wen crazy -sarpints</span><br /> +sarpints</span><br > <span class="i2g">Stick their nose in our bizness, we git so darned -riled;</span><br /> +riled;</span><br > <span class="i0g">We think it's our dooty to give pooty sharp -hints,</span><br /> +hints,</span><br > <span class="i2g">Thet the last crumb of Edin on airth shan't be -spiled,"</span><br /> +spiled,"</span><br > <span class="i4">Sez John C. Calhoun, sez he;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i6">"Ah," sez Dixon H. Lewis,</span><br /> -<span class="i6">"It perfectly true is</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i6">"Ah," sez Dixon H. Lewis,</span><br > +<span class="i6">"It perfectly true is</span><br > <span class="i4g">Thet slavery 's airth's grettest boon," sez -he.</span><br /> +he.</span><br > </div> @@ -25448,14 +25389,14 @@ mine, he shall be in danger of the justice; but if he steal my brother, I must be silent. Who says this? Our Constitution, consecrated by the callous consuetude of sixty years, and grasped in triumphant argument by the left hand of him whose right hand clutches the clotted slave-whip. -Justice, venerable with the undethronable majesty of countless æons, +Justice, venerable with the undethronable majesty of countless æons, says,—<span class="smcap">Speak</span>! The Past, wise with the sorrows and desolations of ages, from amid her shattered fanes and wolf-housing palaces, echoes,—<span class="smcap">Speak</span>! Nature, through her thousand trumpets of freedom, her stars, her sunrises, her seas, her winds, her cataracts, her mountains blue with cloudy pines, blows jubilant encouragement, and cries,—<span -class="smcap">Speak!</span> <a name="Page_421" id="Page_421"></a><span +class="smcap">Speak!</span> <a id="Page_421"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 421]</span> From the soul's trembling abysses the still, small voice not vaguely murmurs,—<span class="smcap">Speak</span>! But, alas! the Constitution and the Honorable @@ -25468,8 +25409,8 @@ Bagowind, M. C., will be expected to take their places on the left as our hircine vicars.</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i2 smaller"><i>Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?</i></span><br /> -<span class="i2 smaller"><i>Quem patronum rogaturus?</i></span><br /> +<span class="i2 smaller"><i>Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?</i></span><br > +<span class="i2 smaller"><i>Quem patronum rogaturus?</i></span><br > </div> <p class="blockquote">There is a point where toleration sinks @@ -25491,9 +25432,9 @@ divos.</i></p> <p class="lessbefore footnote justr">H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoVI" id="NoVI"></a></p> +<p><a id="NoVI"></a></p> <h4>No. VI.</h4> <p class="smaller center">THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED.</p> @@ -25524,8 +25465,7 @@ that of the auctioneer, on which <i>gone</i> follows before we have made up our minds to bid,—in which manner, not three months back, I lost an excellent copy of Chappelow on Job. So it has come to pass that the preacher, instead of being a living force, has faded into an -emblematic figure at christenings, weddings, and <a name="Page_422" -id="Page_422"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 422]</span> funerals. Or, if he +emblematic figure at christenings, weddings, and <a id="Page_422"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 422]</span> funerals. Or, if he exercise any other function, it is as keeper and feeder of certain theologic dogmas, which, when occasion offers, he unkennels with a <i>staboy</i>! 'to bark and bite as 'tis their nature to,' whence that @@ -25540,7 +25480,7 @@ laity,—the open volume of the world, upon which, with a pen of sunshine or destroying fire, the inspired Present is even now writing the annals of God! Methinks the editor who should understand his calling, and be equal thereto, would truly deserve that title of <ins -title="poimên laôn"> ποιμὴν +title="poimên laôn"> ποιμὴν λαῶν</ins>, which Homer bestows upon princes. He would be the Moses of our nineteenth century; and whereas the old Sinai, silent now, is but a common mountain stared at by the elegant tourist @@ -25573,143 +25513,143 @@ according to <i>Tweedledee</i>."—H. W.]</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00">I du believe in Freedom's cause,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez fur away ez Payris is;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I love to see her stick her claws</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In them infarnal Phayrisees;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It's wal enough agin a king</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I du believe in Freedom's cause,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez fur away ez Payris is;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I love to see her stick her claws</span><br > +<span class="i2">In them infarnal Phayrisees;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It's wal enough agin a king</span><br > <span class="i2">To dror resolves an' triggers,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">But libbaty's a kind o' thing</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thet don't agree with niggers.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">But libbaty's a kind o' thing</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thet don't agree with niggers.</span><br > -<span class="i00">I du believe the people want</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A tax on teas, an' coffees,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I du believe the people want</span><br > +<span class="i2">A tax on teas, an' coffees,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thet nothin' aint extravygunt,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Purvidin' I'm in office;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fer I hev loved my country sence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">My eye-teeth filled their sockets,</span><br /> - -<a name="Page_423" id="Page_423"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 423] -</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">An' Uncle Sam I reverence,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Partic'larly his pockets.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe in <i>any</i> plan</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O' levyin' the taxes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ez long ez, like a lumberman,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I git jest wut I axes:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I go free-trade thru thick an' thin,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Because it kind o' rouses</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The folks to vote,—an' keeps us in</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Our quiet custom-houses.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe it's wise an' good</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To sen' out furrin missions,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thet is, on sartin understood</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Purvidin' I'm in office;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fer I hev loved my country sence</span><br > +<span class="i2">My eye-teeth filled their sockets,</span><br > + +<a id="Page_423"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 423] +</span><br > + +<span class="i0">An' Uncle Sam I reverence,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Partic'larly his pockets.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe in <i>any</i> plan</span><br > +<span class="i2">O' levyin' the taxes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ez long ez, like a lumberman,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I git jest wut I axes:</span><br > +<span class="i0">I go free-trade thru thick an' thin,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Because it kind o' rouses</span><br > +<span class="i0">The folks to vote,—an' keeps us in</span><br > +<span class="i2">Our quiet custom-houses.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe it's wise an' good</span><br > +<span class="i2">To sen' out furrin missions,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thet is, on sartin understood</span><br > <span class="i2">An' orthydox conditions;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">I mean nine thousan' dolls. per ann.,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nine thousan' more fer outfit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' me to recommend a man</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The place 'ould jest about fit.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe in special ways</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O' prayin' an' convartin';</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bread comes back in many days,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' buttered, tu, fer sartin;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I mean in prayin' till one busts</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On wut the party chooses,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' in convartin' public trusts</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To very privit uses.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe hard coin the stuff</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fer 'lectioneers to spout on;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The people's ollers soft enough</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To make hard money out on;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dear Uncle Sam pervides fer his,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">I mean nine thousan' dolls. per ann.,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nine thousan' more fer outfit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' me to recommend a man</span><br > +<span class="i2">The place 'ould jest about fit.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe in special ways</span><br > +<span class="i2">O' prayin' an' convartin';</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bread comes back in many days,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' buttered, tu, fer sartin;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I mean in prayin' till one busts</span><br > +<span class="i2">On wut the party chooses,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' in convartin' public trusts</span><br > +<span class="i2">To very privit uses.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe hard coin the stuff</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fer 'lectioneers to spout on;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The people's ollers soft enough</span><br > +<span class="i2">To make hard money out on;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dear Uncle Sam pervides fer his,</span><br > <span class="i2">An' gives a good-sized junk to all,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">I don't care <i>how</i> hard money is,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez long ez mine's paid punctooal.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe with all my soul</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the gret Press's freedom,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To pint the people to the goal</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' in the traces lead 'em;</span><br /> - -<a name="Page_424" id="Page_424"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 424] -</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Palsied the arm thet forges yokes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">At my fat contracts squintin',</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' withered be the nose thet pokes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Inter the gov'ment printin'!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe thet I should give</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wut's his'n unto Cæsar,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fer it's by him I move an' live,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Frum him my bread an' cheese air;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I du believe thet all o' me</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">I don't care <i>how</i> hard money is,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez long ez mine's paid punctooal.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe with all my soul</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the gret Press's freedom,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To pint the people to the goal</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' in the traces lead 'em;</span><br > + +<a id="Page_424"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 424] +</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Palsied the arm thet forges yokes</span><br > +<span class="i2">At my fat contracts squintin',</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' withered be the nose thet pokes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Inter the gov'ment printin'!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe thet I should give</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wut's his'n unto Cæsar,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fer it's by him I move an' live,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Frum him my bread an' cheese air;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I du believe thet all o' me</span><br > <span class="i2">Doth bear his superscription,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will, conscience, honor, honesty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' things o' thet description.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Will, conscience, honor, honesty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' things o' thet description.</span><br > -<span class="i00">I du believe in prayer an' praise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To him that hez the grantin'</span><br /> -<span class="i0">O' jobs,—in every thin' thet pays,</span><br /> +<span class="i00">I du believe in prayer an' praise</span><br > +<span class="i2">To him that hez the grantin'</span><br > +<span class="i0">O' jobs,—in every thin' thet pays,</span><br > <span class="i2">But most of all in <span -class="smcap">Cantin</span>';</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This doth my cup with marcies fill,</span><br /> +class="smcap">Cantin</span>';</span><br > +<span class="i0">This doth my cup with marcies fill,</span><br > <span class="i2">This lays all thought o' sin to rest,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">I <i>don't</i> believe in princerple,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But O, I <i>du</i> in interest.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe in bein' this</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or thet, ez it may happen</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One way or t' other hendiest is</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To ketch the people nappin';</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It aint by princerples nor men</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">I <i>don't</i> believe in princerple,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But O, I <i>du</i> in interest.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe in bein' this</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or thet, ez it may happen</span><br > +<span class="i0">One way or t' other hendiest is</span><br > +<span class="i2">To ketch the people nappin';</span><br > +<span class="i0">It aint by princerples nor men</span><br > <span class="i2">My preudunt course is steadied,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">I scent which pays the best, an' then</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Go into it baldheaded.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe thet holdin' slaves</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Comes nat'ral tu a Presidunt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Let 'lone the rowdedow it saves</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To hev a wal-broke precedunt;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fer any office, small or gret,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I couldn't ax with no face,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Without I'd ben, thru dry an' wet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Th' unrizzest kind o' doughface.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I du believe wutever trash</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">I scent which pays the best, an' then</span><br > +<span class="i2">Go into it baldheaded.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe thet holdin' slaves</span><br > +<span class="i2">Comes nat'ral tu a Presidunt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Let 'lone the rowdedow it saves</span><br > +<span class="i2">To hev a wal-broke precedunt;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fer any office, small or gret,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I couldn't ax with no face,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Without I'd ben, thru dry an' wet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Th' unrizzest kind o' doughface.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I du believe wutever trash</span><br > <span class="i2">'ll keep the people in blindness,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> - -<a name="Page_425" id="Page_425"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 425] -</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Right inter brotherly kindness,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Air good-will's strongest magnets,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thet peace, to make it stick at all,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Must be druv in with bagnets.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">In short, I firmly du believe</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In Humbug generally,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fer it's a thing thet I perceive</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To hev a solid vally;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This heth my faithful shepherd ben,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In pasturs sweet heth led me,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' this 'll keep the people green</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To feed ez they hev fed me.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > + +<a id="Page_425"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 425] +</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash</span><br > +<span class="i2">Right inter brotherly kindness,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball</span><br > +<span class="i2">Air good-will's strongest magnets,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thet peace, to make it stick at all,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Must be druv in with bagnets.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">In short, I firmly du believe</span><br > +<span class="i2">In Humbug generally,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fer it's a thing thet I perceive</span><br > +<span class="i2">To hev a solid vally;</span><br > +<span class="i0">This heth my faithful shepherd ben,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In pasturs sweet heth led me,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' this 'll keep the people green</span><br > +<span class="i2">To feed ez they hev fed me.</span><br > </div> <p class="blockquote">[I subjoin here another passage from my @@ -25752,7 +25692,7 @@ the dark Beyond.</p> <p class="blockquote">"Yes, the little show-box has its solemner suggestions. Now and then we catch a glimpse of a grim old man, who lays down a scythe and hour-glass in the corner while he shifts the scenes. -There, too, in <a name="Page_426" id="Page_426"></a><span +There, too, in <a id="Page_426"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 426]</span> the dim background, a weird shape is ever delving. Sometimes he leans upon his mattock, and gazes, as a coach whirls by, bearing the newly married on their wedding jaunt, or glances carelessly @@ -25793,9 +25733,9 @@ sheet, in which a vision was let down to me from Heaven, shall be the wrappage to a bar of soap or the platter for a beggar's broken victuals."—H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoVII" id="NoVII"></a></p> +<p><a id="NoVII"></a></p> <h4>No. VII.</h4> <h4>A LETTER</h4> @@ -25812,7 +25752,7 @@ As we trace the scale of animated nature downward, we find this faculty quite extinct in the brute. The first object which civilized man proposes to himself I take to be the finding out whatsoever he can concerning his neighbors. <i>Nihil humanum a me alienum puto</i>; I am -curious about even John <a name="Page_427" id="Page_427"></a><span +curious about even John <a id="Page_427"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 427]</span> Smith. The desire next in strength to this (an opposite pole, indeed, of the same magnet) is that of communicating the unintelligence we have carefully picked up.</p> @@ -25876,8 +25816,7 @@ letters of marque, and letters generally, which are in nowise letters of mark. Second, are real letters, such as those of Gray, Cowper, Walpole, Howel, Lamb, D. Y., the first letters from children, (printed in staggering capitals,) Letters from New York, letters of credit, and -others, interesting for the sake of the <span class="pagenum"><a -name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</a></span> writer or the thing +others, interesting for the sake of the <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_428">[Pg 428]</a></span> writer or the thing written. I have read also letters from Europe by a gentleman named Pinto, containing some curious gossip, and which I hope to see collected for the benefit of the curious. There are, besides, letters addressed to @@ -25909,136 +25848,136 @@ him a chance fur the cheef madgustracy.—H. B.</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i00"><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,—You wish, to -know my notions</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On sartin pints thet rile the land;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There's nothin' thet my natur so shuns</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez bein' mum or underhand;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I'm a straight-spoken kind o' creetur</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thet blurts right out wut's in his head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' ef I've one pecooler feetur,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">It is a nose thet wunt be led.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">So, to begin at the beginnin',</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' come direcly to the pint,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I think the country's underpinnin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is some consid'ble out o' jint;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I aint agoin' to try your patience</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By tellin' who done this or thet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I don't make no insinooations,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I jest let on I smell a rat.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Thet is, I mean, it seems to me so,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But, ef the public think I'm wrong,</span><br /> - -<a name="Page_429" id="Page_429"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 429] -</span><br /> +know my notions</span><br > +<span class="i2">On sartin pints thet rile the land;</span><br > +<span class="i0">There's nothin' thet my natur so shuns</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez bein' mum or underhand;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I'm a straight-spoken kind o' creetur</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thet blurts right out wut's in his head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' ef I've one pecooler feetur,</span><br > +<span class="i2">It is a nose thet wunt be led.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">So, to begin at the beginnin',</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' come direcly to the pint,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I think the country's underpinnin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is some consid'ble out o' jint;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I aint agoin' to try your patience</span><br > +<span class="i2">By tellin' who done this or thet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I don't make no insinooations,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I jest let on I smell a rat.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Thet is, I mean, it seems to me so,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But, ef the public think I'm wrong,</span><br > + +<a id="Page_429"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 429] +</span><br > <span class="i0">I wunt deny but wut I be so,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">An', fact, it don't smell very strong;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My mind's tu fair to lose its balance</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' say wich party hez most sense;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There may be folks o' greater talence</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thet can't set stiddier on the fence.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I'm an eclectic; ez to choosin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'Twixt this an' thet, I'm plaguy lawth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I leave a side thet looks like losin',</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But (wile there's doubt) I stick to both;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I stan' upon the Constitution,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ez preudunt statesmun say, who've planned</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A way to git the most profusion</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O' chances ez to <i>ware</i> they'll stand.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">An', fact, it don't smell very strong;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My mind's tu fair to lose its balance</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' say wich party hez most sense;</span><br > +<span class="i0">There may be folks o' greater talence</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thet can't set stiddier on the fence.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I'm an eclectic; ez to choosin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">'Twixt this an' thet, I'm plaguy lawth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I leave a side thet looks like losin',</span><br > +<span class="i2">But (wile there's doubt) I stick to both;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I stan' upon the Constitution,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ez preudunt statesmun say, who've planned</span><br > +<span class="i0">A way to git the most profusion</span><br > +<span class="i2">O' chances ez to <i>ware</i> they'll stand.</span><br > <span class="i00">Ez fer the war, I go agin it,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i2">I mean to say I kind o' du,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thet is, I mean thet, bein' in it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The best way wuz to fight it thru;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not but wut abstract war is horrid,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Thet is, I mean thet, bein' in it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The best way wuz to fight it thru;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not but wut abstract war is horrid,</span><br > <span class="i2">I sign to thet with all my heart,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">But civlyzation <i>doos</i> git forrid</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sometimes upon a powder-cart.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">About thet darned Proviso matter</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I never hed a grain o' doubt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor I aint one my sense to scatter</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So'st no one couldn't pick it out;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">My love fer North an' South is equil,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">But civlyzation <i>doos</i> git forrid</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sometimes upon a powder-cart.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">About thet darned Proviso matter</span><br > +<span class="i2">I never hed a grain o' doubt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor I aint one my sense to scatter</span><br > +<span class="i2">So'st no one couldn't pick it out;</span><br > +<span class="i0">My love fer North an' South is equil,</span><br > <span class="i2">So I'll jest answer plump an' frank,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0">No matter wut may be the sequil,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Yes, Sir, I <i>am</i> agin a Bank.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ez to the answerin' o' questions,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I'm an off ox at bein' druv,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though I aint one thet ary test shuns</span><br /> -<span class="i2">'ll give our folks a helpin' shove;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Kind o' pr'miscoous I go it</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Fer the holl country, an' the ground</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I take, ez nigh ez I can show it,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is pooty gen'ally all round.</span><br /> - -<a name="Page_430" id="Page_430"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 430] -</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">I don't appruve o' givin' pledges;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You'd ough' to leave a fellar free,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' not go knockin' out the wedges</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To ketch his fingers in the tree;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pledges air awfle breachy cattle</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Yes, Sir, I <i>am</i> agin a Bank.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ez to the answerin' o' questions,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I'm an off ox at bein' druv,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though I aint one thet ary test shuns</span><br > +<span class="i2">'ll give our folks a helpin' shove;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Kind o' pr'miscoous I go it</span><br > +<span class="i2">Fer the holl country, an' the ground</span><br > +<span class="i0">I take, ez nigh ez I can show it,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is pooty gen'ally all round.</span><br > + +<a id="Page_430"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 430] +</span><br > + +<span class="i00">I don't appruve o' givin' pledges;</span><br > +<span class="i2">You'd ough' to leave a fellar free,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' not go knockin' out the wedges</span><br > +<span class="i2">To ketch his fingers in the tree;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pledges air awfle breachy cattle</span><br > <span class="i2">Thet preudunt farmers don't turn out,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ez long 'z the people git their rattle,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wut is there fer 'm to grout about?</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Ez long 'z the people git their rattle,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wut is there fer 'm to grout about?</span><br > -<span class="i00">Ez to the slaves, there's no confusion</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Ez to the slaves, there's no confusion</span><br > <span class="i2">In <i>my</i> idees consarnin' them,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>I</i> think they air an Institution,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A sort of—yes, jest so,—ahem:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Do <i>I</i> own any? Of my merit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On thet pint you yourself may jedge.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All is, I never drink no sperit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor I haint never signed no pledge.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ez to my princerples, I glory</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In hevin' nothin' o' the sort;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I aint a Wig, I aint a Tory,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I'm jest a candidate, in short;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thet's fair an' square an' parpendicler,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But, ef the Public cares' a fig</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To hev me an'thin' in particler,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Wy, I'm a kind o' peri-wig.</span><br /> - -<span class="i08">P. S.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Ez we're a sort o' privateerin',</span><br /> -<span class="i2">O' course, you know, it's sheer an' sheer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">An' there is sutthin' wuth your hearin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">I'll mention in <i>your</i> privit ear;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ef you git me inside the White House,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Your head with ile I'll kin' o' 'nint</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By gittin' you inside the Light-house</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Down to the eend o' Jaalam Pint.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">An' ez the North hez took to brustlin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">At bein' scrouged frum off the roost,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I'll tell ye wut'll save all tusslin'</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>I</i> think they air an Institution,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A sort of—yes, jest so,—ahem:</span><br > +<span class="i0">Do <i>I</i> own any? Of my merit</span><br > +<span class="i2">On thet pint you yourself may jedge.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All is, I never drink no sperit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor I haint never signed no pledge.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ez to my princerples, I glory</span><br > +<span class="i2">In hevin' nothin' o' the sort;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I aint a Wig, I aint a Tory,</span><br > +<span class="i2">I'm jest a candidate, in short;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thet's fair an' square an' parpendicler,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But, ef the Public cares' a fig</span><br > +<span class="i0">To hev me an'thin' in particler,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Wy, I'm a kind o' peri-wig.</span><br > + +<span class="i08">P. S.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Ez we're a sort o' privateerin',</span><br > +<span class="i2">O' course, you know, it's sheer an' sheer,</span><br > +<span class="i0">An' there is sutthin' wuth your hearin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">I'll mention in <i>your</i> privit ear;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ef you git me inside the White House,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Your head with ile I'll kin' o' 'nint</span><br > +<span class="i0">By gittin' you inside the Light-house</span><br > +<span class="i2">Down to the eend o' Jaalam Pint.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">An' ez the North hez took to brustlin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">At bein' scrouged frum off the roost,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I'll tell ye wut'll save all tusslin'</span><br > <span class="i2">An' give our side a harnsome boost,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<a name="Page_431" id="Page_431"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 431] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_431"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 431] +</span><br > -<span class="i0">Tell 'em thet on the Slavery question</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Tell 'em thet on the Slavery question</span><br > <span class="i2">I'm <span class="smcap">right</span>, although to speak -I'm lawth;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This gives you a safe pint to rest on,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An' leaves me frontin' South by North.</span><br /> +I'm lawth;</span><br > +<span class="i0">This gives you a safe pint to rest on,</span><br > +<span class="i2">An' leaves me frontin' South by North.</span><br > </div> @@ -26094,8 +26033,7 @@ hundred and fourth, which I embodied in a discourse preached on occasion of the demise of the late usurper, Napoleon Bonaparte, and which quieted, in a large measure, the minds of my people. It is true that my views on this important point were ardently controverted by Mr. -Shearjashub Holden, the then preceptor of our academy, and in <a -name="Page_432" id="Page_432"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 432]</span> +Shearjashub Holden, the then preceptor of our academy, and in <a id="Page_432"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 432]</span> other particulars a very deserving and sensible young man, though possessing a somewhat limited knowledge of the Greek tongue. But his heresy struck down no deep root, and, he having been lately removed by the hand of @@ -26124,7 +26062,7 @@ opposite thereto. In this way we arrive at the conclusion, that the Greeks objected to the questioning of candidates. And very properly, if, as I conceive, the chief point be not to discover what a person in that position is, or what he will do, but whether he can be elected. <i>Vos -exemplaria Græca nocturna versate manu, versate diurna.</i></p> +exemplaria Græca nocturna versate manu, versate diurna.</i></p> <p class="blockquote">But, since an imitation of the Greeks in this particular (the asking of questions being one chief privilege of @@ -26147,7 +26085,7 @@ us, and will probably continue to supply posterity, with a very vast and various body of authentic history. For even the briefest epistle in the ordinary chirography is dangerous. There is scarce any style so compressed that superfluous words may not be detected in it. A severe -critic might curtail that famous brevity of Cæsar's by two thirds, +critic might curtail that famous brevity of Cæsar's by two thirds, drawing his pen through the supererogatory <i>veni</i> and <i>vidi</i>. Perhaps, after all, the surest footing of hope is to be found in the rapidly increasing tendency to demand less and less of qualification in @@ -26158,9 +26096,9 @@ follow? At present, there may be death in pot-hooks as well as pots, the loop of a letter may suffice for a bowstring, and all the dreadful heresies of Anti-slavery may lurk in a flourish.—H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoVIII" id="NoVIII"></a><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433"></a> +<p><a id="NoVIII"></a><a id="Page_433"></a> <span class="pagenum">[Pg 433]</span></p> <h4>No. VIII.</h4> @@ -26222,390 +26160,390 @@ for pity and indignation, and I renewed this covenant with my own soul,—<i>In aliis mansuetus ero, at, in blasphemiis contra Christum, non ita.</i>—H. W.]</p> -<div class="poem"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434"></a><span -class="pagenum">[Pg 434] </span><br /> +<div class="poem"><a id="Page_434"></a><span +class="pagenum">[Pg 434] </span><br > <span class="i00g">I spose you wonder ware I be; I can't tell, fer the -soul o' me,</span><br /> +soul o' me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Exacly ware I be myself,—meanin' by thet the holl -o' me.</span><br /> +o' me.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen I left hum, I hed two legs, an' they worn't bad -ones neither,</span><br /> +ones neither,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(The scaliest trick they ever played wuz bringin' on me -hither,)</span><br /> +hither,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Now one on 'm's I dunno ware;—they thought I wuz -adyin',</span><br /> +adyin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' sawed it off because they said 'twuz kin' o' -mortifyin';</span><br /> +mortifyin';</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'm willin' to believe it wuz, an' yit I don't see, -nuther,</span><br /> +nuther,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wy one should take to feelin' cheap a minnit sooner'n -t' other,</span><br /> +t' other,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sence both wuz equilly to blame; but things is ez they -be;</span><br /> +be;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It took on so they took it off, an' thet's enough fer -me:</span><br /> +me:</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's one good thing, though, to be said about my wooden new one,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The liquor can't git into it ez't used to in the true -one;</span><br /> +one;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So it saves drink; an' then, besides, a feller couldn't -beg</span><br /> +beg</span><br > <span class="i0g">A gretter blessin' then to hev one ollers sober -peg;</span><br /> +peg;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's true a chap's in want o' two fer follerin' a -drum,</span><br /> +drum,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But all the march I'm up to now is jest to Kingdom -Come.</span><br /> +Come.</span><br > <span class="i00g">I've lost one eye, but thet's a loss it's easy to -supply</span><br /> +supply</span><br > <span class="i0g">Out o' the glory that I've gut, fer thet is all my -eye;</span><br /> +eye;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' one is big enough, I guess, by diligently usin' -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To see all I shall ever git by way o' pay fer losin' -it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Off'cers, I notice, who git paid fer all our thumps an' -kickins,</span><br /> +kickins,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Du wal by keepin' single eyes arter the fattest -pickins;</span><br /> +pickins;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, ez the eye's put fairly out, I'll larn to go -without it,</span><br /> +without it,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' not allow <i>myself</i> to be no gret put out about -it.</span><br /> +it.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Now, le' me see, thet isn't all; I used, 'fore leavin' -Jaalam,</span><br /> +Jaalam,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To count things on my finger-eends, but sutthin' seems -to ail 'em:</span><br /> +to ail 'em:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ware's my left hand? O, darn it, yes, I recollect wut's -come on't;</span><br /> +come on't;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I haint no left arm but my right, an' thet's gut jest a -thumb on't;</span><br /> +thumb on't;</span><br > -<a name="Page_435" id="Page_435"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 435] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_435"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 435] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">It aint so hendy ez it wuz to cal'late a sum -on't.</span><br /> +on't.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I've hed some ribs broke,—six (I -b'lieve),—I haint kep' no account on 'em;</span><br /> +b'lieve),—I haint kep' no account on 'em;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen pensions git to be the talk, I'll settle the amount -on 'em.</span><br /> +on 'em.</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' now I'm speakin' about ribs, it kin' o' brings to -mind</span><br /> +mind</span><br > <span class="i0g">One thet I couldn't never break,—the one I lef' -behind;</span><br /> +behind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef you should see her, jest clear out the spout o' your -invention</span><br /> +invention</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' pour the longest sweetnin' in about an annooal -pension,</span><br /> +pension,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' kin' o' hint (in case, you know, the critter should -refuse to be</span><br /> +refuse to be</span><br > <span class="i0g">Consoled) I aint so 'xpensive now to keep ez wut I used -to be;</span><br /> +to be;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's one arm less, ditto one eye, an' then the leg -thet's wooden</span><br /> +thet's wooden</span><br > <span class="i0g">Can be took off an' sot away wenever ther's a -puddin'.</span><br /> +puddin'.</span><br > <span class="i00g">I spose you think I'm comin' back ez opperlunt ez -thunder,</span><br /> +thunder,</span><br > <span class="i0g">With shiploads o' gold images an' varus sorts o' -plunder;</span><br /> +plunder;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, 'fore I vullinteered, I thought this country wuz a -sort o'</span><br /> +sort o'</span><br > <span class="i0g">Canaan, a reg'lar Promised Land flowin' with rum an' -water,</span><br /> +water,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ware propaty growed up like time, without no -cultivation,</span><br /> +cultivation,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' gold wuz dug ez taters be among our Yankee -nation,</span><br /> +nation,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ware nateral advantages were pufficly -amazin',</span><br /> +amazin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ware every rock there wuz about with precious stuns wuz -blazin',</span><br /> +blazin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ware mill-sites filled the country up ez thick ez you -could cram 'em,</span><br /> +could cram 'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' desput rivers run about abeggin' folks to dam -'em;</span><br /> +'em;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then there were meetinhouses, tu, chockful o' gold an' -silver</span><br /> +silver</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet you could take, an' no one couldn't hand ye in no -bill fer;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +bill fer;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet's wut I thought afore I went, thet's wut them -fellers told us</span><br /> +fellers told us</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet stayed to hum an' speechified an' to the buzzards -sold us;</span><br /> +sold us;</span><br > -<a name="Page_436" id="Page_436"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 436] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_436"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 436] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">I thought thet gold mines could be gut cheaper than -Chiny asters,</span><br /> +Chiny asters,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' see myself a comin' back like sixty Jacob -Astors;</span><br /> +Astors;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But sech idees soon melted down an' didn't leave a -grease-spot;</span><br /> +grease-spot;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I vow my holl sheer o' the spiles wouldn't come nigh a -V spot;</span><br /> +V spot;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Although, most anywares we've ben, you needn't break no -locks,</span><br /> +locks,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor run no kin' o' risks, to fill your pocket full o' -rocks.</span><br /> +rocks.</span><br > <span class="i00g">I guess I mentioned in my last some o' the nateral -feeturs</span><br /> +feeturs</span><br > <span class="i0g">O' this all-fiered buggy hole in th' way o' awfle -creeturs,</span><br /> +creeturs,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But I fergut to name (new things to speak on so -abounded)</span><br /> +abounded)</span><br > <span class="i0g">How one day you'll most die o' thust, an' 'fore the -next git drownded.</span><br /> +next git drownded.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The clymit seems to me jest like a teapot made o' -pewter</span><br /> +pewter</span><br > <span class="i0g">Our Prudence hed, thet wouldn't pour (all she could du) -to suit her;</span><br /> +to suit her;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fust place the leaves 'ould choke the spout, so's not a -drop 'ould dreen out,</span><br /> +drop 'ould dreen out,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then Prude 'ould tip an' tip an' tip, till the holl kit -bust clean out,</span><br /> +bust clean out,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The kiver-hinge-pin bein' lost, tea-leaves an' tea an' -kiver</span><br /> +kiver</span><br > <span class="i0g">'ould all come down <i>kerswosh</i>! ez though the dam -broke in a river.</span><br /> +broke in a river.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jest so 'tis here; holl months there aint a day o' -rainy weather,</span><br /> +rainy weather,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' jest ez th' officers 'ould be alayin' heads -together</span><br /> +together</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ez t' how they'd mix their drink at sech a milingtary -deepot,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +deepot,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">'T'ould pour ez though the lid wuz off the everlastin' -teapot.</span><br /> +teapot.</span><br > <span class="i0g">The cons'quence is, thet I shall take, wen I'm allowed -to leave here,</span><br /> +to leave here,</span><br > <span class="i0g">One piece o' propaty along,—an' thet's the -shakin' fever;</span><br /> +shakin' fever;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's reggilar employment, though, an' thet aint thought -to harm one,</span><br /> +to harm one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor 'taint so tiresome ez it wuz with t'other leg an' -arm on;</span><br /> +arm on;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' it's a consolation, tu, although it doosn't -pay,</span><br /> +pay,</span><br > -<a name="Page_437" id="Page_437"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 437] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_437"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 437] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">To hev it said you're some gret shakes in any kin' o' -way.</span><br /> +way.</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T worn't very long, I tell ye wut, I thought o' -fortin-makin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +fortin-makin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">One day a reg'lar shiver-de-freeze, an' next ez good ez -bakin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +bakin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">One day abrilin' in the sand, then smoth'rin' in the -mashes,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +mashes,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Git up all sound, be put to bed a mess o' hacks an' -smashes.</span><br /> +smashes.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But then, thinks I, at any rate there's glory to be -hed,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +hed,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet's an investment, arter all, thet mayn't turn out -so bad;</span><br /> +so bad;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But somehow, wen we'd fit an' licked, I ollers found -the thanks</span><br /> +the thanks</span><br > <span class="i0g">Gut kin' o' lodged afore they come ez low down ez the -ranks;</span><br /> +ranks;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The Gin'rals gut the biggest sheer, the Cunnles next, -an' so on,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +an' so on,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>We</i> never gut a blasted mite o' glory ez I know -on;</span><br /> +on;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' spose we hed, I wonder how you're goin' to contrive -its</span><br /> +its</span><br > <span class="i0g">Division so's to give a piece to twenty thousand -privits;</span><br /> +privits;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef you should multiply by ten the portion o' the -brav'st one,</span><br /> +brav'st one,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You wouldn't git more 'n half enough to speak of on a -grave-stun;</span><br /> +grave-stun;</span><br > <span class="i0g">We git the licks,—we're jest the grist thet's put -into War's hoppers;</span><br /> +into War's hoppers;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Leftenants is the lowest grade thet helps pick up the -coppers.</span><br /> +coppers.</span><br > <span class="i0g">It may suit folks thet go agin a body with a soul -in't,</span><br /> +in't,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' aint contented with a hide without a bagnet hole -in't;</span><br /> +in't;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But glory is a kin' o' thing <i>I</i> shan't pursue no -furder,</span><br /> +furder,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coz thet's the off'cers parquisite,—yourn's on'y -jest the murder.</span><br /> +jest the murder.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Wal, arter I gin glory up, thinks I at least there's -one</span><br /> +one</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thing in the bills we aint hed yit, an' thet's the -<span class="smcap">glorious fun</span>;</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">glorious fun</span>;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef once we git to Mexico, we fairly may persume -we</span><br /> +we</span><br > <span class="i0g">All day an' night shall revel in the halls o' -Montezumy.</span><br /> +Montezumy.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'll tell ye wut <i>my</i> revels wuz, an' see how you -would like 'em;</span><br /> +would like 'em;</span><br > -<a name="Page_438" id="Page_438"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 438] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_438"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 438] +</span><br > <span class="i0g"><i>We</i> never gut inside the hall: the nighest ever -<i>I</i> come</span><br /> +<i>I</i> come</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wuz stan'in' sentry in the sun (an', fact, it -<i>seemed</i> a cent'ry)</span><br /> +<i>seemed</i> a cent'ry)</span><br > <span class="i0g">A ketchin' smells o' biled an' roast thet come out thru -the entry,</span><br /> +the entry,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' hearin' ez I sweltered thru my passes an' -repasses,</span><br /> +repasses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A rat-tat-too o' knives an' forks, a clinkty-clink o' -glasses:</span><br /> +glasses:</span><br > <span class="i0g">I can't tell off the bill o' fare the Gin'rals hed -inside;</span><br /> +inside;</span><br > <span class="i0g">All I know is, thet out o' doors a pair o' soles wuz -fried,</span><br /> +fried,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' not a hunderd miles away frum ware this child wuz -posted,</span><br /> +posted,</span><br > <span class="i0g">A Massachusetts citizen wuz baked an' biled an' -roasted;</span><br /> +roasted;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The on'y thing like revellin' thet ever come to -me</span><br /> +me</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wuz bein' routed out o' sleep by thet darned -revelee.</span><br /> +revelee.</span><br > <span class="i00g">They say the quarrel's settled now; fer my part I've -some doubt on't,</span><br /> +some doubt on't,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T 'll take more fish-skin than folks think to take -the rile clean out on't;</span><br /> +the rile clean out on't;</span><br > <span class="i0g">At any rate, I'm so used up I can't do no more -fightin',</span><br /> +fightin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">The on'y chance thet's left to me is politics or -writin';</span><br /> +writin';</span><br > <span class="i0g">Now, ez the people's gut to hev a milingtary -man,</span><br /> +man,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' I aint nothin' else jest now, I've hit upon a -plan;</span><br /> +plan;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The can'idatin' line, you know, 'ould suit me to a -T,</span><br /> +T,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' ef I lose, 't wunt hurt my ears to lodge another -flea;</span><br /> +flea;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So I'll set up ez can'idate fer any kin' o' -office,</span><br /> +office,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(I mean fer any thet includes good easy-cheers an' -soffies;</span><br /> +soffies;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer ez to runnin' fer a place ware work's the time o' -day,</span><br /> +day,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You know thet's wut I never did,—except the other -way;)</span><br /> +way;)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef it's the Presidential cheer fer wich I'd better -run,</span><br /> +run,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wut two legs anywares about could keep up with my -one?</span><br /> +one?</span><br > <span class="i0g">There aint no kin' o' quality in can'idates, it's -said,</span><br /> +said,</span><br > <span class="i0g">So useful ez a wooden leg,—except a wooden -head;</span><br /> +head;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's nothin' aint so poppylar—(wy, it's a -parfect sin</span><br /> +parfect sin</span><br > <span class="i0g">To think wut Mexico hez paid fer Santy Anny's -pin;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +pin;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Then I haint gut no princerples, an', sence I wuz -knee-high,</span><br /> +knee-high,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I never <i>did</i> hev any gret, ez you can -testify;</span><br /> +testify;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'm a decided peace man, tu, an' go agin the -war,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +war,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer now the holl on 't 's gone an' past, wut is there -to go <i>for</i>?</span><br /> +to go <i>for</i>?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef, wile you're 'lectioneerin' round, some curus chaps -should beg</span><br /> +should beg</span><br > -<a name="Page_439" id="Page_439"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 439] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_439"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 439] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">To know my views o' state affairs, jest answer <span -class="smcap">wooden leg</span>!</span><br /> +class="smcap">wooden leg</span>!</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef they aint settisfied with thet, an' kin' o' pry an' -doubt</span><br /> +doubt</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' ax fer sutthin' deffynit, jest say <span -class="smcap">one eye put out</span>!</span><br /> +class="smcap">one eye put out</span>!</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet kin' o' talk I guess you'll find'll answer to a -charm,</span><br /> +charm,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' wen you're druv tu nigh the wall, hol' up my -missin' arm;</span><br /> +missin' arm;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef they should nose round fer a pledge, put on a -vartoous look</span><br /> +vartoous look</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' tell 'em thet's percisely wut I never gin -nor—took!</span><br /> +nor—took!</span><br > <span class="i00g">Then you can call me "Timbertoes,"—thet's wut the -people likes;</span><br /> +people likes;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sutthin' combinin' morril truth with phrases sech ez -strikes;</span><br /> +strikes;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some say the people's fond o' this, or thet, or wut you -please,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +please,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I tell ye wut the people want is jest correct -idees;</span><br /> +idees;</span><br > <span class="i0ga">"Old Timbertoes," you see, 's a creed it's safe to be -quite bold on,</span><br /> +quite bold on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's nothin' in't the other side can any ways git -hold on;</span><br /> +hold on;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's a good tangible idee, a sutthin' to -embody</span><br /> +embody</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet valooable class o' men who look thru -brandy-toddy;</span><br /> +brandy-toddy;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It gives a Party Platform, tu, jest level with the -mind</span><br /> +mind</span><br > <span class="i0g">Of all right-thinkin', honest folks thet mean to go it -blind;</span><br /> +blind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then there air other good hooraws to dror on ez you -need 'em,</span><br /> +need 'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sech ez the <span class="smcap">one-eyed Slarterer</span>, the <span class="smcap">bloody -Birdofredum</span>;</span><br /> +Birdofredum</span>;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Them's wut takes hold o' folks thet think, ez well ez -o' the masses,</span><br /> +o' the masses,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' makes you sartin o' the aid o' good men of all -classes.</span><br /> +classes.</span><br > <span class="i00g">There's one thing I'm in doubt about; in order to be -Presidunt,</span><br /> +Presidunt,</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's absolutely ne'ssary to be a Southern -residunt;</span><br /> +residunt;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The Constitution settles thet, an' also thet a -feller</span><br /> +feller</span><br > <span class="i0g">Must own a nigger o' some sort, jet black, or brown, or -yeller.</span><br /> +yeller.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Now I haint no objections agin particklar -climes,</span><br /> +climes,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor agin ownin' anythin' (except the truth -sometimes),</span><br /> +sometimes),</span><br > -<a name="Page_440" id="Page_440"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 440] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_440"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 440] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, ez I haint no capital, up there among ye, -maybe,</span><br /> +maybe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You might raise funds enough fer me to buy a low-priced -baby,</span><br /> +baby,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' then, to suit the No'thern folks, who feel obleeged -to say</span><br /> +to say</span><br > <span class="i0g">They hate an' cuss the very thing they vote fer every -day,</span><br /> +day,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Say you're assured I go full butt fer Liberty's -diffusion</span><br /> +diffusion</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' made the purchis on'y jest to spite the -Institootion;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Institootion;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">But, golly! there's the currier's hoss upon the -pavement pawin'!</span><br /> -<span class="i0g">I'll be more 'xplicit in my next.</span><br /> -<span class="i8">Yourn,</span><br /> +pavement pawin'!</span><br > +<span class="i0g">I'll be more 'xplicit in my next.</span><br > +<span class="i8">Yourn,</span><br > <span class="i10"><span class="smcap">Birdofredum -Sawin</span>.</span><br /> +Sawin</span>.</span><br > </div> @@ -26615,32 +26553,26 @@ Supposing the entries to be set down on both sides of the account in fractional parts of one hundred, we shall arrive at something like the following result:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> -<div><table class="smaller" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" -summary="Expense Account"> +<div><table class="smaller" style="border: none; padding: 5px; border-spacing: 5px;"> <tr><td class="center" colspan="3"><span class="smcap">B. Sawin</span>, Esq., in account with (<span class="smcap">Blank</span>) <span class="smcap">Glory</span>.</td></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="right">Cr.</td></tr> +<tr><td></td><td class="right">Cr.</td><td></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">By loss of one leg,</td><td -class="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left">By loss of one leg,</td><td class="right">20</td><td></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"> " do. one arm,</td><td -class="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"> " do. one arm,</td><td class="right">15</td><td></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"> " do. four fingers,</td><td -class="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"> " do. four fingers,</td><td class="right">5</td><td></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"> " do. one eye,</td><td -class="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"> " do. one eye,</td><td class="right">10</td><td></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"> " the breaking of six ribs,</td><td -class="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"> " the breaking of six ribs,</td><td class="right">6</td><td></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"> " having served under Colonel Cushing one -month,</td><td class="right">44</td></tr> +month,</td><td class="right">44</td><td></td></tr> <tr><td></td><td></td><td class="right">Dr.</td></tr> @@ -26656,11 +26588,9 @@ unbecoming),</td><td></td><td class="right">15</td></tr> <tr><td class="left"> " musical entertainments (drum and fife six months),</td><td></td><td class="right">5</td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"> " one dinner after return,</td><td></td><td -class="right">1</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"> " one dinner after return,</td><td></td><td class="right">1</td></tr> -<tr><td class="left"> " chance of pension,</td><td></td><td -class="right">1</td></tr> +<tr><td class="left"> " chance of pension,</td><td></td><td class="right">1</td></tr> <tr><td class="left"> " privilege of drawing longbow during rest of natural life,</td><td></td><td class="right">23</td></tr> @@ -26668,14 +26598,14 @@ natural life,</td><td></td><td class="right">23</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td class="right o">100</td><td class="right o">100</td></tr> -<tr><td class="center">E. E.</td></tr> +<tr><td class="center">E. E.</td><td></td><td></td></tr> </table></div> <p class="blockquote">It would appear that Mr. Sawin found the actual feast curiously the reverse of the bill of fare advertised in Faneuil Hall and other places.His primary object seems to have been the making of his -fortune. <i>Quærenda pecunia primum, virtus post nummos.</i> He hoisted +fortune. <i>Quærenda pecunia primum, virtus post nummos.</i> He hoisted sail forEldorado, and shipwrecked on Point Tribulation. <i>Quid non mortalia pectora cogis, auri sacra fames?</i> The speculation has sometimes crossed my mind, in that dreary interval of drought which intervenes @@ -26683,8 +26613,7 @@ between quarterly stipendiary showers, that Providence, by the creation of a money-tree, might have simplified wonderfully the sometimes perplexing problem of human life. We read of bread-trees, the butter for which lies ready-churned in Irish bogs. Milk-trees we are assured of in South America, -and stout Sir John Hawkins testifies to water-trees <a name="Page_441" -id="Page_441"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 441]</span> in the Canaries. +and stout Sir John Hawkins testifies to water-trees <a id="Page_441"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 441]</span> in the Canaries. Boot-trees bear abundantly in Lynn and elsewhere; and I have seen, in the entries of the wealthy, hat-trees with a fair show of fruit. A family-tree I once cultivated myself, and found therefrom but a scanty yield, and that @@ -26699,7 +26628,7 @@ the china-tree. Not to multiply examples, I will barely add to my list the birch-tree, in the smaller branches of which has been implanted so miraculous a virtue for communicating the Latin and Greek languages, and which may well, therefore, be classed among the trees producing necessaries -of life,—<i>venerabile donum fatalis virgæ</i>. That money-trees +of life,—<i>venerabile donum fatalis virgæ</i>. That money-trees existed in the golden age there want not prevalent reasons for our believing. For does not the old proverb, when it asserts that money does not grow on <i>every</i> bush, imply <i>a fortiori</i> that there were @@ -26709,7 +26638,7 @@ it may be safe to infer that the aforesaid species of tree first degenerated into a shrub, then absconded underground, and finally, in our iron age, vanished altogether. In favorable exposures it may be conjectured that a specimen or two survived to a great age, as in the garden of the -Hesperides; and, indeed, what else could that tree in the Sixth Æneid have +Hesperides; and, indeed, what else could that tree in the Sixth Æneid have been, with a branch whereof the Trojan hero procured admission to a territory, for the entering of which money is a surer passport than to a certain other more profitable (too) foreign kingdom? Whether these @@ -26719,7 +26648,7 @@ question which I leave to the determination of an indulgent posterity. That there were, in more primitive and happier times, shops where money was sold,—and that, too, on credit and at a bargain,—I take to be matter of demonstration. For what but a dealer in this article was that -Æolus who supplied Ulysses with motive power for his fleet in bags? What +Æolus who supplied Ulysses with motive power for his fleet in bags? What that Ericus, king of Sweden, who is said to have kept the winds in his cap? What, in more recent times, those Lapland Nornas who traded in favorable breezes? All which will appear the more clearly when we consider, that, @@ -26730,7 +26659,7 @@ period.</p> <p class="blockquote">And now for the improvement of this digression. I find a parallel to Mr. Sawin's fortune in an adventure of my own. For, shortly after I had first broached to myself the before-stated -natural-historical and archæological theories, as I was passing, <i>hæc +natural-historical and archæological theories, as I was passing, <i>hæc negotia penitus mecum revolvens</i>, through one of the obscure suburbs of our New England metropolis, my eye was attracted by these words upon a sign-board,—<span class="smcap">Cheap Cash-Store</span>. Here was at @@ -26743,8 +26672,7 @@ mirage-Pisgah which the imps of the bottle are so cunning in raising up. Already had my Alnaschar-fancy (even during that first half-believing glance) expended in various useful directions the funds to be obtained by pledging the manuscript of a proposed volume of discourses. Already did a -clock ornament the tower of the Jaalam meeting-house, a gift <a -name="Page_442" id="Page_442"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 442]</span> +clock ornament the tower of the Jaalam meeting-house, a gift <a id="Page_442"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 442]</span> appropriately, but modestly, commemorated in the parish and town records, both, for now many years, kept by myself. Already had my son Seneca completed his course at the University. Whether, for the moment, we may not @@ -26758,7 +26686,7 @@ upon their prey even in the very scales), which purchase I made, not only with an eye to the little ones at home, but also as a figurative reproof of that too frequent habit of my mind, which, forgetting the due order of chronology, will often persuade me that the happy sceptre of Saturn is -stretched over this Astræa-forsaken nineteenth century.</p> +stretched over this Astræa-forsaken nineteenth century.</p> <p class="blockquote">Having glanced at the ledger of Glory under the title <i>Sawin, B.</i>, let us extend our investigations, and discover @@ -26789,13 +26717,12 @@ following bill:<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></p> to <ins title="black font in the original"><b>Uncle Samuel</b></ins>,</p> -<div> <table class="smaller" border="0" cellpadding="4" summary="Bill to -Uncle Samuel"> +<div> <table class="smaller" style="border: none; padding: 4px;"> <tr><td></td><td></td><td class="right">Dr.</td></tr> <tr><td class="lefta">To</td><td class="left">his share of work done in -Mexico on partnership account, sundry jobs, as below.</td></tr> +Mexico on partnership account, sundry jobs, as below.</td><td></td></tr> <tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">killing, maiming, and wounding about 5,000 Mexicans,</td><td class="right">$2.00</td></tr> @@ -26810,8 +26737,7 @@ high mass,</td><td class="right">3.50</td></tr> <tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">throwing an especially fortunate and Protestant bombshell into the Cathedral at Vera Cruz, -whereby several female Papists were slain at the altar,</td><td -class="right">.50</td></tr> +whereby several female Papists were slain at the altar,</td><td class="right">.50</td></tr> <tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">his proportion of cash paid for conquered territory,</td><td class="right">1.75</td></tr> @@ -26820,23 +26746,21 @@ paid for conquered territory,</td><td class="right">1.75</td></tr> paid for conquering do.</td><td class="right">1.50</td></tr> <tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">manuring do. with new -superior compost called "American Citizen,"</td><td -class="right">.50</td></tr> +superior compost called "American Citizen,"</td><td class="right">.50</td></tr> <tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">extending the area of freedom and Protestantism,</td><td class="right">.01</td></tr> -<tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">glory,</td><td -class="right">.01</td></tr> +<tr><td class="center">"</td><td class="left">glory,</td><td class="right">.01</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td></td><td class="right o"> $9.87</td></tr> <tr><td></td><td class="left"><i>Immediate payment is -requested.</i></td></tr> +requested.</i></td><td></td></tr> </table></div> -<p><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 443] +<p><a id="Page_443"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 443] </span></p> <p class="blockquote">N. B. Thankful for former favors, U. S. requests a @@ -26865,9 +26789,9 @@ blood, and a basket on his arm out of which lolled a gore-smeared axe, thereby destroying my relish for the temporal mercies upon the board before me!—H. W.]</p> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > -<p><a name="NoIX" id="NoIX"></a></p> +<p><a id="NoIX"></a></p> <h4>No. IX.</h4> <p class="smaller center">A THIRD LETTER FROM B. SAWIN, ESQ.</p> @@ -26889,15 +26813,15 @@ minutely exact as could be desired. It is sufficiently so, however, for purposes of scenic representation. An humble cottage (if built of logs, the better) forms the Arcadian background of the stage. This rustic paradise is labelled Ashland, Jaalam, North Bend, Marshfield, Kinderhook, -or Bâton Rouge, as occasion demands. Before the door stands a something +or Bâton Rouge, as occasion demands. Before the door stands a something with one handle (the other painted in proper perspective), which represents, in happy ideal vagueness, the plough. To this the defeated candidate rushes with delirous joy, welcomed as a father by appropriate groups of happy laborers, or from it the successful one is torn with difficulty, sustained alone by a noble sense of public duty. Only I have -observed, that, if the scene be laid at Bâton Rouge or Ashland, the +observed, that, if the scene be laid at Bâton Rouge or Ashland, the laborers are kept carefully in the background, and are heard to shout from -behind the scenes in a singular <a name="Page_444" id="Page_444"></a><span +behind the scenes in a singular <a id="Page_444"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 444]</span> tone resembling ululation, and accompanied by a sound not unlike vigorous clapping. This, however, may be artistically in keeping with the habits of the rustic population of those localities. @@ -26917,7 +26841,7 @@ space in the public eye. And to me, deeply revolving the qualifications necessary to a candidate in these frugal times, those of Mr. S. seemed peculiarly adapted to a successful campaign. The loss of a leg, an arm, an eye, and four fingers, reduced him so nearly to the condition of a <i>vox -et præterea nihil</i>, that I could think of nothing but the loss of his +et præterea nihil</i>, that I could think of nothing but the loss of his head by which his chance could have been bettered. But since he has chosen to baulk our suffrages, we must content ourselves with what we can get, remembering <i>lactucas non esse dandas, dum cardui @@ -26926,515 +26850,515 @@ sufficiant.</i>—H. W.]</p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i00g">I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle -views</span><br /> +views</span><br > <span class="i0g">In the last billet thet I writ, 'way down frum Veery -Cruze,</span><br /> +Cruze,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jest arter I'd a kind o' ben spontanously sot -up</span><br /> +up</span><br > <span class="i0g">To run unanimously fer the Presidential cup;</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">O' course it worn't no wish o' mine, 'twuz ferflely -distressin',</span><br /> +distressin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">But poppiler enthusiasm gut so almighty -pressin'</span><br /> +pressin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet, though like sixty all along I fumed an' fussed -an' sorrered,</span><br /> +an' sorrered,</span><br > <span class="i0g">There didn't seem no ways to stop their bringin' on me -forrerd:</span><br /> +forrerd:</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fact is, they udged the matter so, I couldn't help -admittin'</span><br /> +admittin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">The Father o' his Country's shoes no feet but mine -'ould fit in,</span><br /> +'ould fit in,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Besides the savin' o' the soles fer ages to -succeed,</span><br /> +succeed,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Seein' thet with one wannut foot, a pair 'd be more 'n -I need;</span><br /> +I need;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An', tell ye wut, them shoes'll want a thund'rin' sight -o' patchin',</span><br /> +o' patchin',</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef this 'ere fashion is to last we've gut into o' -hatchin'</span><br /> +hatchin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">A pair o' second Washintons fer every new -election,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +election,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">Though, fur ez number one's consarned, I don't make no -objection.</span><br /> +objection.</span><br > -<a name="Page_445" id="Page_445"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 445] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_445"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 445] +</span><br > <span class="i00g">I wuz agoin' on to say thet wen at fust I saw</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">The masses would stick to 't I wuz the Country's -father-'n-law,</span><br /> +father-'n-law,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(They would ha' hed it <i>Father</i>, but I told 'em -'t wouldn't du,</span><br /> +'t wouldn't du,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coz thet wuz sutthin' of a sort they couldn't split in -tu,</span><br /> +tu,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' Washinton hed hed the thing laid fairly to his -door,</span><br /> +door,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor darsn't say 't worn't his'n, much ez sixty year -afore,)</span><br /> +afore,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">But 'taint no matter ez to thet; wen I wuz -nomernated,</span><br /> +nomernated,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T worn't natur but wut I should feel consid'able -elated,</span><br /> +elated,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' wile the hooraw o' the thing wuz kind o' noo an' -fresh,</span><br /> +fresh,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I thought our ticket would ha' caird the country with a -resh.</span><br /> +resh.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Sence I've come hum, though, an' looked round, I think -I seem to find</span><br /> +I seem to find</span><br > <span class="i0g">Strong argimunts ez thick ez fleas to make me change my -mind;</span><br /> +mind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's clear to any one whose brain ain't fur gone in a -phthisis,</span><br /> +phthisis,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet hail Columby's happy land is goin' thru a -crisis,</span><br /> +crisis,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' 't wouldn't noways du to hev the people's mind -distracted</span><br /> +distracted</span><br > <span class="i0g">By bein' all to once by sev'ral pop'lar names -attackted;</span><br /> +attackted;</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T would save holl haycartloads o' fuss an' three four -months o' jaw,</span><br /> +months o' jaw,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef some illustrous paytriot should back out an' -withdraw;</span><br /> +withdraw;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, ez I aint a crooked stick, jest like—like ole -(I swow,</span><br /> +(I swow,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I dunno ez I know his name)—I'll go back to my -plough.</span><br /> +plough.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Wenever an Amerikin distinguished politishin</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0g">Begins to try et wut they call definin' his -posishin,</span><br /> +posishin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, I, fer one, feel sure he aint gut nuthin' to -define;</span><br /> +define;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It's so nine cases out o' ten, but jest that tenth is -mine;</span><br /> +mine;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' 'taint no more 'n is proper 'n' right in sech a -sitooation</span><br /> +sitooation</span><br > <span class="i0g">To hint the course you think 'll be the savin' o' the -nation;</span><br /> +nation;</span><br > <span class="i0g">To funk right out o' p'lit'cal strife aint thought to -be the thing,</span><br /> +be the thing,</span><br > -<a name="Page_446" id="Page_446"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 446] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_446"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 446] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">Without you deacon off the toon you want your folks -should sing;</span><br /> +should sing;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So I edvise the noomrous friends thet's in one boat -with me</span><br /> +with me</span><br > <span class="i0g">To jest up killock, jam right down their hellum hard a -lee,</span><br /> +lee,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Haul the sheets taut, an', laying out upon the Suthun -tack,</span><br /> +tack,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Make fer the safest port they can, wich, <i>I</i> -think, is Ole Zack.</span><br /> +think, is Ole Zack.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Next thing you'll want to know, I spose, wut argimunts -I seem</span><br /> +I seem</span><br > <span class="i0g">To see thet makes me think this ere'll be the strongest -team;</span><br /> +team;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fust place, I've ben consid'ble round in bar-rooms an' -saloons</span><br /> +saloons</span><br > <span class="i0g">Agethrin' public sentiment, 'mongst Demmercrats and -Coons,</span><br /> +Coons,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' 'taint ve'y offen thet I meet a chap but wut goes -in</span><br /> +in</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer Rough an' Ready, fair an' square, hufs, taller, -horns, an' skin;</span><br /> +horns, an' skin;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I don't deny but wut, fer one, ez fur ez I could -see,</span><br /> +see,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I didn't like at fust the Pheladelphy -nomernee:</span><br /> +nomernee:</span><br > <span class="i0g">I could ha' pinted to a man thet wuz, I guess, a -peg</span><br /> +peg</span><br > <span class="i0g">Higher than him,—a soger, tu, an' with a wooden -leg;</span><br /> +leg;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But every day with more an' more o' Taylor zeal I'm -burnin', s</span><br /> +burnin', s</span><br > <span class="i0g">Seein' wich way the tide thet sets to office is -aturnin';</span><br /> +aturnin';</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wy, into Bellers's we notched the votes down on three -sticks,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +sticks,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twuz Birdofredum <i>one</i>, Cass <i>aught</i>, an' -Taylor <i>twenty-six</i>,</span><br /> +Taylor <i>twenty-six</i>,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' bein' the on'y canderdate thet wuz upon the -ground,</span><br /> +ground,</span><br > <span class="i0g">They said 'twuz no more'n right thet I should pay the -drinks all round;</span><br /> +drinks all round;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef I'd expected sech a trick, I wouldn't ha' cut my -foot</span><br /> +foot</span><br > <span class="i0g">By goin' an' votin' fer myself like a consumed -coot;</span><br /> +coot;</span><br > <span class="i0g">It didn't make no diff'rence, though; I wish I may be -cust,</span><br /> +cust,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef Bellers wuzn't slim enough to say he wouldn't -trust!</span><br /> +trust!</span><br > <span class="i00g">Another pint thet influences the minds o' sober -jedges</span><br /> +jedges</span><br > <span class="i0g">Is thet the Gin'ral hezn't gut tied hand an' foot with -pledges;</span><br /> +pledges;</span><br > -<a name="Page_447" id="Page_447"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 447] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_447"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 447] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">He hezn't told ye wut he is, an' so there aint no -knowin'</span><br /> +knowin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">But wut he may turn out to be the best there is -agoin';</span><br /> +agoin';</span><br > <span class="i0g">This, at the on'y spot thet pinched, the shoe directly -eases,</span><br /> +eases,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coz every one is free to 'xpect percisely what he -pleases:</span><br /> +pleases:</span><br > <span class="i0g">I want free-trade; you don't; the Gin'ral isn't bound -to neither;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +to neither;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I vote my way; you, yourn; an' both air sooted to a T -there.</span><br /> +there.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ole Rough an' Ready, tu, 's a Wig, but without bein' -ultry</span><br /> +ultry</span><br > <span class="i0b">(He's like a holsome hayinday, thet's warm, but isn't -sultry);</span><br /> +sultry);</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's jest wut I should call myself, a kin' o' -<i>scratch</i>, ez 'tware,</span><br /> +<i>scratch</i>, ez 'tware,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet ain't exacly all a wig nor wholly your own -hair;</span><br /> +hair;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I've ben a Wig three weeks myself, jest o' this -mod'rate sort,</span><br /> +mod'rate sort,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' don't find them an' Demmercrats so different ez I -thought;</span><br /> +thought;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They both act pooty much alike, an' push an' scrouge -an' cus;</span><br /> +an' cus;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They're like two pickpockets in league fer Uncle -Samwell's pus;</span><br /> +Samwell's pus;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Each takes a side, an' then they squeeze the old man in -between 'em,</span><br /> +between 'em,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Turn all his pockets wrong side out an' quick ez -lightnin' clean 'em;</span><br /> +lightnin' clean 'em;</span><br > <span class="i0g">To nary one on 'em I'd trust a secon'-handed -rail</span><br /> +rail</span><br > <span class="i0g">No furder off 'an I could sling a bullock by the -tail.</span><br /> +tail.</span><br > <span class="i00g">Webster sot matters right in thet air Mashfiel' speech -o' his'n;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +o' his'n;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">"Taylor," sez he, "aint nary ways the one thet I'd a -chizzen,</span><br /> +chizzen,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nor he aint fittin' fer the place, an' like ez not he -aint</span><br /> +aint</span><br > <span class="i0g">No more'n a tough ole bullethead, an' no gret of a -saint;</span><br /> +saint;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But then," sez he, "obsarve my pint, he's jest ez good -to vote fer</span><br /> +to vote fer</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ez though the greasin' on him worn't a thing to hire -Choate fer;</span><br /> +Choate fer;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Aint it ez easy done to drop a ballot in a -box</span><br /> +box</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer one ez 'tis fer t'other, fer the bulldog ez the -fox?"</span><br /> +fox?"</span><br > -<a name="Page_448" id="Page_448"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 448] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_448"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 448] +</span><br > <span class="i00g">It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all -ou'doors,</span><br /> +ou'doors,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To find out thet it looks like rain arter it fairly -pours;</span><br /> +pours;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I 'gree with him, it aint so dreffle troublesome to -vote</span><br /> +vote</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer Taylor arter all,—it's jest to go an' change -your coat;</span><br /> +your coat;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen he's once greased, you'll swaller him an' never -know on't, scurce,</span><br /> +know on't, scurce,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Unless he scratches, goin' down, with them 'ere -Gin'ral's spurs.</span><br /> +Gin'ral's spurs.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I've ben a votin' Demmercrat, ez reg'lar ez a -clock,</span><br /> +clock,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But don't find goin' Taylor gives my narves no gret 'f -a shock;</span><br /> +a shock;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Truth is, the cutest leadin' Wigs, ever sence fust they -found</span><br /> +found</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wich side the bread gut buttered on, hev kep' a edgin' -round;</span><br /> +round;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They kin' o' slipt the planks frum out th' ole platform -one by one</span><br /> +one by one</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' made it gradooally noo, 'fore folks know'd wut wuz -done,</span><br /> +done,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till, fur'z I know, there aint an inch thet I could lay -my han' on,</span><br /> +my han' on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">But I, or any Demmercrat, feels comf'table to stan' -on,</span><br /> +on,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' ole Wig doctrines act'lly look, their occ'pants -bein' gone,</span><br /> +bein' gone,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Lonesome ez staddles on a mash without no hayricks -on.</span><br /> +on.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I spose it's time now I should give my thoughts upon -the plan,</span><br /> +the plan,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet chipped the shell at Buffalo, o' settin' up ole -Van.</span><br /> +Van.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I used to vote fer Martin, but, I swan, I'm clean -disgusted,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +disgusted,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">He aint the man thet I can say is fittin' to be -trusted;</span><br /> +trusted;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He aint half antislav'ry 'nough, nor I aint sure, ez -some be,</span><br /> +some be,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He'd go in fer abolishin' the Deestrick o' -Columby;</span><br /> +Columby;</span><br > <span class="i0g">An', now I come to recollect, it kin' o' makes me -sick'z</span><br /> +sick'z</span><br > <span class="i0g">A horse, to think o' wut he wuz in eighteen -thirty-six.</span><br /> +thirty-six.</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' then, another thing;—I guess, though mebby I -am wrong,</span><br /> +am wrong,</span><br > <span class="i0g">This Buff'lo plaster aint agoin' to dror almighty -strong;</span><br /> +strong;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some folks, I know, hev gut th' idee thet No'thun -dough'll rise,</span><br /> +dough'll rise,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Though, 'fore I see it riz an' baked, I wouldn't trust -my eyes;</span><br /> +my eyes;</span><br > -<a name="Page_449" id="Page_449"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 449] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_449"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 449] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T will take more emptins, a long chalk, than this noo -party's gut,</span><br /> +party's gut,</span><br > <span class="i0g">To give sech heavy cakes ez them a start, I tell ye -wut.</span><br /> +wut.</span><br > <span class="i0g">But even ef they caird the day, there wouldn't be no -endurin'</span><br /> +endurin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">To stan' upon a platform with sech critters ez Van -Buren;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +Buren;<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">An' his son John, tu, I can't think how thet 'ere chap -should dare</span><br /> +should dare</span><br > <span class="i0g">To speak ez he doos; wy, they say he used to cuss an' -swear!</span><br /> +swear!</span><br > <span class="i0g">I spose he never read the hymn thet tells how down the -stairs</span><br /> +stairs</span><br > <span class="i0g">A feller with long legs wuz throwed thet wouldn't say -his prayers.</span><br /> +his prayers.</span><br > <span class="i0g">This brings me to another pint: the leaders o' the -party</span><br /> +party</span><br > <span class="i0g">Aint jest sech men ez I can act along with free an' -hearty;</span><br /> +hearty;</span><br > <span class="i0g">They aint not quite respectable, an' wen a feller's -morrils</span><br /> +morrils</span><br > <span class="i0g">Don't toe the straightest kin' o' mark, wy, him an' me -jest quarrils.</span><br /> +jest quarrils.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I went to a free soil meetin' once, an' wut d' ye think -I see?</span><br /> +I see?</span><br > <span class="i0g">A feller was aspoutin' there thet act'lly come to -me,</span><br /> +me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">About two year ago last spring, ez nigh ez I can -jedge,</span><br /> +jedge,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' axed me ef I didn't want to sign the Temprunce -pledge!</span><br /> +pledge!</span><br > <span class="i0g">He's one o' them that goes about an' sez you hedn't -ough'ter</span><br /> +ough'ter</span><br > <span class="i0g">Drink nothin', mornin', noon, or night, stronger 'an -Taunton water.</span><br /> +Taunton water.</span><br > <span class="i0g">There's one rule I've ben guided by, in settlin' how to -vote, ollers,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +vote, ollers,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I take the side thet <i>isn't</i> took by them -consarned teetotallers.</span><br /> +consarned teetotallers.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ez fer the niggers, I've ben South, an' thet hez -changed my mind;</span><br /> +changed my mind;</span><br > <span class="i0g">A lazier, more ongrateful set you couldn't nowers -find.</span><br /> +find.</span><br > <span class="i0g">You know I mentioned in my last thet I should buy a -nigger,</span><br /> +nigger,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ef I could make a purchase at a pooty mod'rate -figger;</span><br /> +figger;</span><br > <span class="i0g">So, ez there's nothin' in the world I 'm fonder of 'an -gunnin',</span><br /> +gunnin',</span><br > -<a name="Page_450" id="Page_450"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 450] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_450"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 450] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">I closed a bargin finally to take a feller -runnin'.</span><br /> +runnin'.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I shou'dered queen's-arm an' stumped out, an' wen I -come t' th' swamp,</span><br /> +come t' th' swamp,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'T worn't very long before I gut upon the nest o' -Pomp;</span><br /> +Pomp;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I come acrost a kin' o' hut, an', play in' round the -door,</span><br /> +door,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Some little woolly-headed cubs, ez many 'z six or -more.</span><br /> +more.</span><br > <span class="i0g">At fust I thought o' firin', but <i>think twice</i> is -safest ollers;</span><br /> +safest ollers;</span><br > <span class="i0g">There aint, thinks I, not one on 'em but's wuth his -twenty dollars,</span><br /> +twenty dollars,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or would be, ef I had 'em back into a Christian -land,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +land,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">How temptin' all on 'em would look upon an -auction-stand!</span><br /> +auction-stand!</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Not but wut <i>I</i> hate Slavery in th' abstract, -stem to starn,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +stem to starn,<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I leave it ware our fathers did, a privit State -consarn.)</span><br /> +consarn.)</span><br > <span class="i0g">Soon'z they see me, they yelled an' run, but Pomp wuz -out ahoein'</span><br /> +out ahoein'</span><br > <span class="i0g">A leetle patch o' corn he hed, or else there aint no -knowin'</span><br /> +knowin'</span><br > <span class="i0g">He wouldn't ha' took a pop at me; but I had gut the -start,</span><br /> +start,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' wen he looked, I vow he groaned ez though he'd -broke his heart;</span><br /> +broke his heart;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He done it like a wite man, tu, ez nat'ral ez a -pictur,</span><br /> +pictur,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The imp'dunt, pis'nous hypocrite! wus'an a boy -constrictur.</span><br /> +constrictur.</span><br > <span class="i0g">"You can't gum <i>me</i>, I tell ye now, an' so you -needn't try,</span><br /> +needn't try,</span><br > <span class="i0g">I 'xpect my eye-teeth every mail, so jest shet up," sez -I.</span><br /> +I.</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Don't go to actin' ugly now, or else I'll jest let -strip,</span><br /> +strip,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You'd best draw kindly, seein' 'z how I've gut ye on -the hip;</span><br /> +the hip;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Besides, you darned ole fool, it aint no gret of a -disaster</span><br /> +disaster</span><br > <span class="i0g">To be benev'lently druv back to a contented -master,</span><br /> +master,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ware you hed Christian priv'ledges you don't seem quite -aware of,</span><br /> +aware of,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or you'd ha' never run away from bein' well took care -of;</span><br /> +of;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ez fer kin' treatment, wy, he wuz so fond on ye, he -sed</span><br /> +sed</span><br > <span class="i0g">He'd give a fifty spot right out, to git ye, live or -dead;</span><br /> +dead;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wite folks aint sot by half ez much; 'member I run -away,</span><br /> +away,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen I wuz bound to Cap'n Jakes, to Mattysqumscot -bay;</span><br /> +bay;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Don't know him, likely? Spose not; wal, the mean ole -codger went</span><br /> +codger went</span><br > -<a name="Page_451" id="Page_451"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 451] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_451"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 451] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' offered—wut reward, think? Wal, it worn't no -<i>less</i>'n a cent."</span><br /> +<i>less</i>'n a cent."</span><br > <span class="i00g">Wal, I jest gut 'em into line, an' druv 'em on afore -me,</span><br /> +me,</span><br > <span class="i0g">The pis'nous brutes, I'd no idee o' the ill-will they -bore me;</span><br /> +bore me;</span><br > <span class="i0g">We walked till som'ers about noon, an' then it grew so -hot</span><br /> +hot</span><br > <span class="i0g">I thought it best to camp awile, so I chose out a -spot</span><br /> +spot</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jest under a magnoly tree, an' there right down I -sot;</span><br /> +sot;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Then I unstrapped my wooden leg, coz it begun to -chafe,</span><br /> +chafe,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' laid it down 'long side o' me, supposin' all wuz -safe;</span><br /> +safe;</span><br > <span class="i0g">I made my darkies all set down around me in a -ring,</span><br /> +ring,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' sot an' kin' o' ciphered up how much the lot would -bring;</span><br /> +bring;</span><br > <span class="i0g">But, wile I drinked the peaceful cup of a pure heart -an' mind,</span><br /> +an' mind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">(Mixed with some wiskey, now an' then,) Pomp he snaked -up behind,</span><br /> +up behind,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' creepin' grad'lly close tu, ez quiet ez a -mink,</span><br /> +mink,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jest grabbed my leg, and then pulled foot, quicker 'an -you could wink,</span><br /> +you could wink,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An', come to look, they each on 'em hed gut behin' a -tree,</span><br /> +tree,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' a poked out the leg a piece, jest so ez I could -see,</span><br /> +see,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' yelled to me to throw away my pistils an' my -gun,</span><br /> +gun,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Or else thet they'd cair off the leg, an' fairly cut -an' run.</span><br /> +an' run.</span><br > <span class="i0g">I vow I didn't b'lieve there wuz a decent -alligatur</span><br /> +alligatur</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet hed a heart so destitoot o' common human -natur;</span><br /> +natur;</span><br > <span class="i0g">However, ez there worn't no help, I finally give -in</span><br /> +in</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' heft my arms away to git my leg safe back -agin.</span><br /> +agin.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Pomp gethered all the weapins up, an' then he come an' -grinned,</span><br /> +grinned,</span><br > <span class="i0g">He showed his ivory some, I guess, an' sez, "You're -fairly pinned;</span><br /> +fairly pinned;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Jest buckle on your leg agin, an' git right up an -come,</span><br /> +come,</span><br > <span class="i0g">'Twun't du fer fammerly men like me to be so long from -hum."</span><br /> +hum."</span><br > <span class="i0g">At fust I put my foot right down an' swore I wouldn't -budge.</span><br /> +budge.</span><br > <span class="i0g">"Jest ez you choose," sez he, quite cool, "either be -shot or trudge."</span><br /> +shot or trudge."</span><br > -<a name="Page_452" id="Page_452"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 452] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_452"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 452] +</span><br > <span class="i00g">So this black-hearted monster took an' act'lly druv me -back</span><br /> +back</span><br > <span class="i0g">Along the very feetmarks o' my happy mornin' -track,</span><br /> +track,</span><br > <span class="i0g">An' kep' me pris'ner 'bout six-months, an' worked me, -tu, like sin,</span><br /> +tu, like sin,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Till I hed gut his corn an' his Carliny taters -in;</span><br /> +in;</span><br > <span class="i0g">He made me larn him readin', tu, (although the crittur -saw</span><br /> +saw</span><br > <span class="i0g">How much it hut my morril sense to act agin the -law,)</span><br /> +law,)</span><br > <span class="i0g">So'st he could read a Bible he'd gut; an' axed ef I -could pint</span><br /> +could pint</span><br > <span class="i0g">The North Star out; but there I put his nose some out -o' jint,</span><br /> +o' jint,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fer I weeled roun' about sou'west, an', lookin' up a -bit,</span><br /> +bit,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Picked out a middlin' shiny one an' tole him thet wuz -it.</span><br /> +it.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fin'lly, he took me to the door, an', givin' me a -kick,</span><br /> +kick,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sez,—"Ef you know wut's best fer ye, be off, now, -double-quick;</span><br /> +double-quick;</span><br > <span class="i0g">The winter-time's a comin' on, an', though I gut ye -cheap,</span><br /> +cheap,</span><br > <span class="i0g">You're so darned lazy, I don't think you're hardly wuth -your keep;</span><br /> +your keep;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Besides, the childrin's growin' up, an' you aint jest -the model</span><br /> +the model</span><br > <span class="i0g">I'd like to hev 'em immertate, an' so you'd better -toddle!"</span><br /> +toddle!"</span><br > <span class="i00g">Now is there any thin' on airth 'll ever prove to -me</span><br /> +me</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thet renegader slaves like him air fit fer bein' -free?</span><br /> +free?</span><br > <span class="i0g">D'you think they'll suck me in to jine the Buff'lo -chaps, an' them</span><br /> +chaps, an' them</span><br > <span class="i0g">Rank infidels thet go agin the Scriptur'l cus o' -Shem?</span><br /> +Shem?</span><br > <span class="i0g">Not by a jugfull! sooner 'n thet, I'd go thru fire an' -water;</span><br /> +water;</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wen I hev once made up my mind, a meet'nhus aint -sotter;</span><br /> +sotter;</span><br > <span class="i0g">No, not though all the crows thet flies to pick my -bones wuz cawin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +bones wuz cawin',<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > <span class="i0g">I guess we're in a Christian land,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > -<span class="i6">Yourn,</span><br /> +<span class="i6">Yourn,</span><br > <span class="i8"><span class="smcap">Birdofredum Sawin</span>.</span> -<br /> +<br > </div> -<p><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 453] +<p><a id="Page_453"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 453] </span></p> <p class="blockquote">[Here, patient reader, we take leave of each @@ -27482,7 +27406,7 @@ fairer start. I may compare myself to one fishing from the rocks when the sea runs high, who, misinterpreting the suction of the undertow for the biting of some larger fish, jerks suddenly, and finds that he has <i>caught bottom</i>, hauling in upon the end of his line a trail of -various <i>algæ</i>, among which, nevertheless, the naturalist may haply +various <i>algæ</i>, among which, nevertheless, the naturalist may haply find something to repay the disappointment of the angler. Yet have I conscientiously endeavored to adapt myself to the impatient temper of the age, daily degenerating more and more from the high standard of our @@ -27491,14 +27415,14 @@ add also that of listening to two-hour sermons. Surely we have been abridged into a race of pigmies. For, truly, in those of the old discourses yet subsisting to us in print, the endless spinal column of divisions and subdivisions can be likened to nothing so exactly as to -the vertebræ of the saurians, whence the theorist may conjecture a race +the vertebræ of the saurians, whence the theorist may conjecture a race of Anakim proportionate to the withstanding of these other monsters. I say Anakim rather than Nephelim, because there seem reasons for supposing that the race of those whose heads (though no giants) are constantly enveloped in clouds (which that name imports) will never become extinct. The attempt to vanquish the innumerable <i>heads</i> of one of those aforementioned discourses may supply us with a plausible -interpretation of the second <a name="Page_454" id="Page_454"></a><span +interpretation of the second <a id="Page_454"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 454]</span> labor of Hercules, and his successful experiment with fire affords us a useful precedent.</p> @@ -27512,534 +27436,534 @@ the mind wherein my labors may be more prospered, and apply myself diligently to the preparation of my next Sabbath's discourse.—H. W.]</p> -<p class="p4"><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455"></a><span class="pagenum"> +<p class="p4"><a id="Page_455"></a><span class="pagenum"> [Pg 455]</span></p> -<p><a name="Glossary" id="Glossary"></a></p> +<p><a id="Glossary"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <span class="i6">GLOSSARY.</span> -<span class="i08">A.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">A.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Act'lly, <i>actually</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Act'lly, <i>actually</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Air, <i>are</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Air, <i>are</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Airth, <i>earth</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Airth, <i>earth</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Airy, <i>area</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Airy, <i>area</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Aree, <i>area</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Aree, <i>area</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Arter, <i>after</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Arter, <i>after</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ax, <i>ask</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ax, <i>ask</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">B.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">B.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Beller, <i>bellow</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Beller, <i>bellow</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Bellowses, <i>lungs</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Bellowses, <i>lungs</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ben, <i>been</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ben, <i>been</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Bile, <i>boil</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Bile, <i>boil</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Bimeby, <i>by and by</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Bimeby, <i>by and by</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Blurt out, <i>to speak bluntly</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Blurt out, <i>to speak bluntly</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Bust, <i>burst</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Bust, <i>burst</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Buster, <i>a roistering blade</i>; used also as a -general superlative.</span><br /> +general superlative.</span><br > -<span class="i08">C.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">C.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Caird, <i>carried</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Caird, <i>carried</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Cairn, <i>carrying</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Cairn, <i>carrying</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Caleb, <i>a turncoat</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Caleb, <i>a turncoat</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Cal'late, <i>calculate</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Cal'late, <i>calculate</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Cass, <i>a person with two lives</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Cass, <i>a person with two lives</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Close, <i>clothes</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Close, <i>clothes</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Cockerel, <i>a young cock</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Cockerel, <i>a young cock</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cocktail, <i>a kind of drink</i>; also, <i>an ornament -peculiar to soldiers</i>.</span><br /> +peculiar to soldiers</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Convention, <i>a place where people are imposed on</i>; -<i>a juggler's show</i>.</span><br /> +<i>a juggler's show</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Coons, <i>a cant term for a now defunct party</i>; derived, perhaps, from the fact of their being commonly <i>up a -tree</i>.</span><br /> +tree</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cornwallis, <i>a sort of muster in masquerade</i>; supposed to have had its origin soon after the Revolution, and to commemorate the surrender of Lord Cornwallis. It took the place of the -old Guy Fawkes procession.</span><br /> +old Guy Fawkes procession.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Crooked stick, <i>a perverse, froward -person</i>.</span><br /> +person</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Cunnle, <i>a colonel</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Cunnle, <i>a colonel</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Cus, <i>a curse</i>; also, <i>a pitiful -fellow</i>.</span><br /> +fellow</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">D.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">D.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Darsn't, used indiscriminately, either in singular or plural number, for <i>dare not</i>, <i>dares not</i>, and <i>dared -not</i>.</span><br /> +not</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Deacon off, <i>to give the cue to</i>; derived from a custom, once universal, but now extinct, in our New England Congregational churches. An important part of the office of deacon was to read aloud the hymns <i>given out</i> by the minister, one line at a -time, the congregation singing each line as soon as read.</span><br /> +time, the congregation singing each line as soon as read.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Demmercrat, leadin', <i>one in favor of extending slavery</i>; <i>a free-trade lecturer maintained in the -custom-house</i>.</span><br /> +custom-house</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Desput, <i>desperate</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Desput, <i>desperate</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Doos, <i>does</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Doos, <i>does</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Doughface, <i>a contented lickspittle</i>; a common -variety of Northern politician.</span><br /> +variety of Northern politician.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Dror, <i>draw</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Dror, <i>draw</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Du, <i>do</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Du, <i>do</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Dunno, <i>dno</i>, <i>do not</i>, or <i>does not -know</i>.</span><br /> +know</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Dut, <i>dirt</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Dut, <i>dirt</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">E.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">E.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Eend, <i>end</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Eend, <i>end</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ef, <i>if</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ef, <i>if</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Emptins, <i>yeast</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Emptins, <i>yeast</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Env'y, <i>envoy</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Env'y, <i>envoy</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Everlasting, an intensive, without reference to -duration.</span><br /> +duration.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ev'y, <i>every</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ev'y, <i>every</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ez, <i>as</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ez, <i>as</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">F.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">F.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fence, On the, said of one who halts between two -opinions; a trimmer.</span><br /> +opinions; a trimmer.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Fer, <i>for</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Fer, <i>for</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ferfle, ferful, <i>fearful</i>; also an -intensive.</span><br /> +intensive.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Fin', <i>find</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Fin', <i>find</i>.</span><br > -<a name="Page_456" id="Page_456"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 456] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_456"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 456] +</span><br > <span class="i0g">Fish-skin, used in New England to clarify -coffee.</span><br /> +coffee.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Fix, <i>a difficulty</i>, <i>a nonplus</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Fix, <i>a difficulty</i>, <i>a nonplus</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Foller, folly, <i>to follow</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Foller, folly, <i>to follow</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Forrerd, <i>forward</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Forrerd, <i>forward</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Frum, <i>from</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Frum, <i>from</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Fur, far.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Fur, far.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Furder, <i>farther</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Furder, <i>farther</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Furrer, <i>furrow</i>. Metaphorically, <i>to draw a -straight furrow</i> is to live uprightly or decorously.</span><br /> +straight furrow</i> is to live uprightly or decorously.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Fust, <i>first</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Fust, <i>first</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">G.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">G.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Gin, <i>gave</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Gin, <i>gave</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Git, <i>get</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Git, <i>get</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Gret, <i>great</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Gret, <i>great</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Grit, <i>spirit</i>, <i>energy</i>, -<i>pluck</i>.</span><br /> +<i>pluck</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Grout, <i>to sulk</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Grout, <i>to sulk</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Grouty, <i>crabbed</i>, <i>surly</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Grouty, <i>crabbed</i>, <i>surly</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Gum, <i>to impose on</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Gum, <i>to impose on</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Gump, <i>a foolish fellow</i>, <i>a -dullard</i>.</span><br /> +dullard</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Gut, <i>got</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Gut, <i>got</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">H.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">H.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hed, <i>had</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hed, <i>had</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Heern, <i>heard</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Heern, <i>heard</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hellum, <i>helm</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hellum, <i>helm</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hendy, <i>handy</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hendy, <i>handy</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Het, <i>heated</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Het, <i>heated</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hev, <i>have</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hev, <i>have</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hez, <i>has</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hez, <i>has</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Holl, <i>whole</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Holl, <i>whole</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Holt, <i>hold</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Holt, <i>hold</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Huf, <i>hoof</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Huf, <i>hoof</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hull, <i>whole</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hull, <i>whole</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Hum, <i>home</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hum, <i>home</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Humbug, <i>General Taylor's antislavery</i>.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i0g">Hut, <i>hurt</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Hut, <i>hurt</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">I.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">I.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Idno, <i>I do not know</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Idno, <i>I do not know</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">In'my, <i>enemy</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">In'my, <i>enemy</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Insines, <i>ensigns</i>; used to designate both the -officer who carries the standard, and the standard itself.</span><br /> +officer who carries the standard, and the standard itself.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Inter, intu, <i>into</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Inter, intu, <i>into</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">J.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">J.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Jedge, <i>judge</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Jedge, <i>judge</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Jest, <i>just</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Jest, <i>just</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Jine, <i>join</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Jine, <i>join</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Jint, <i>joint</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Jint, <i>joint</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Junk, <i>a fragment of any solid -substance</i>.</span><br /> +substance</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">K.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">K.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Keer, <i>care</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Keer, <i>care</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Kep', <i>kept</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Kep', <i>kept</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Killock, <i>a small anchor</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Killock, <i>a small anchor</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Kin', kin' o, kinder, <i>kind</i>, <i>kind -of</i>.</span><br /> +of</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">L.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">L.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Lawth, <i>loath</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Lawth, <i>loath</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Less, <i>let's</i>, <i>let us</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Less, <i>let's</i>, <i>let us</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Let daylight into, <i>to shoot</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Let daylight into, <i>to shoot</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Let on, <i>to hint</i>, <i>to confess</i>, <i>to -own</i>.</span><br /> +own</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Lick, <i>to beat</i>, <i>to overcome</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Lick, <i>to beat</i>, <i>to overcome</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Lights, <i>the bowels</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Lights, <i>the bowels</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Lily-pads, <i>leaves of the water-lily</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Lily-pads, <i>leaves of the water-lily</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Long-sweetening, <i>molasses</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Long-sweetening, <i>molasses</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">M.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">M.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Mash, <i>marsh</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Mash, <i>marsh</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0">Mean, <i>stingy</i>, <i>ill-natured</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0">Mean, <i>stingy</i>, <i>ill-natured</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Min', <i>mind</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Min', <i>mind</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">N.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">N.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Nimepunce, <i>ninepence</i>, <i>twelve and a half -cents</i>.</span><br /> +cents</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Nowers, <i>nowhere</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Nowers, <i>nowhere</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">O.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">O.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Offen, <i>often</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Offen, <i>often</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ole, <i>old</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ole, <i>old</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ollers, olluz, <i>always</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ollers, olluz, <i>always</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">On, <i>of</i>; used before <i>it</i> or <i>them</i>, or at the end of a sentence, as <i>on't</i>, <i>on 'em,</i> <i>nut ez ever -I heerd on</i>.</span><br /> +I heerd on</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">On'y, <i>only</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">On'y, <i>only</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ossifer, <i>officer</i> (seldom heard).</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ossifer, <i>officer</i> (seldom heard).</span><br > -<span class="i08">P.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">P.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Peaked, <i>pointed</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Peaked, <i>pointed</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Peek, <i>to peep</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Peek, <i>to peep</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Pickerel, <i>the pike</i>, <i>a fish</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Pickerel, <i>the pike</i>, <i>a fish</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Pint, <i>point</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Pint, <i>point</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Pocket full of rocks, <i>plenty of money</i>.</span> -<br /> +<br > -<span class="i0g">Pooty, <i>pretty</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Pooty, <i>pretty</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Pop'ler, <i>conceited</i>, <i>popular</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Pop'ler, <i>conceited</i>, <i>popular</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Pus, <i>purse</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Pus, <i>purse</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Put out, <i>troubled</i>, <i>vexed</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Put out, <i>troubled</i>, <i>vexed</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">Q.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">Q.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Quarter, <i>a quarter-dollar</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Quarter, <i>a quarter-dollar</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Queen's arm, <i>a musket</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Queen's arm, <i>a musket</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">R.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">R.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Resh, <i>rush</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Resh, <i>rush</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Revelee, <i>the réveillé</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Revelee, <i>the réveillé</i>.</span><br > -<a name="Page_457" id="Page_457"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 457] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_457"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 457] +</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Rile, <i>to trouble</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Rile, <i>to trouble</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Riled, <i>angry</i>; <i>disturbed</i>, as the sediment -in any liquid.</span><br /> +in any liquid.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Riz, <i>risen</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Riz, <i>risen</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Row, a long row to hoe, <i>a difficult -task</i>.</span><br /> +task</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Rugged, <i>robust</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Rugged, <i>robust</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">S.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">S.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Sarse, <i>abuse</i>, <i>impertinence</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Sarse, <i>abuse</i>, <i>impertinence</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Sartin, <i>certain</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Sartin, <i>certain</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Saxton, <i>sacristan</i>, <i>sexton</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Saxton, <i>sacristan</i>, <i>sexton</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Scaliest, <i>worst</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Scaliest, <i>worst</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Scringe, <i>cringe</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Scringe, <i>cringe</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Scrouge, <i>to crowd</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Scrouge, <i>to crowd</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Sech, <i>such</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Sech, <i>such</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Set by, <i>valued</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Set by, <i>valued</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shakes, great, <i>of considerable -consequence</i>.</span><br /> +consequence</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Shappoes, <i>chapeaux</i>, -<i>cocked-hats</i>.</span><br /> +<i>cocked-hats</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Sheer, <i>share</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Sheer, <i>share</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Shet, <i>shut</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Shet, <i>shut</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Shut, <i>shirt</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Shut, <i>shirt</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Skeered, <i>scared</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Skeered, <i>scared</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Skeeter, <i>mosquito</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Skeeter, <i>mosquito</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Skootin', <i>running</i>, or <i>moving -swiftly</i>.</span><br /> +swiftly</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Slarterin', <i>slaughtering</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Slarterin', <i>slaughtering</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Slim, <i>contemptible</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Slim, <i>contemptible</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Snaked, <i>crawled like a snake</i>; but <i>to snake any one out</i> is to track him to his hiding-place; <i>to snake a thing -out</i> is to snatch it out.</span><br /> +out</i> is to snatch it out.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Soffles, <i>sofas</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Soffles, <i>sofas</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sogerin', <i>soldiering</i>; a barbarous amusement -common among men in the savage state.</span><br /> +common among men in the savage state.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Som'ers, <i>somewhere</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Som'ers, <i>somewhere</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">So'st, <i>so as that</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">So'st, <i>so as that</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Sot, <i>set</i>, <i>obstinate</i>, -<i>resolute</i>.</span><br /> +<i>resolute</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Spiles, <i>spoils</i>; <i>objects of political -ambition</i>.</span><br /> +ambition</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Spry, <i>active</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Spry, <i>active</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Staddles, <i>stout stakes driven into the salt marshes</i>, on which the hay-ricks are set and thus raised out of the -reach of high tides.</span><br /> +reach of high tides.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Streaked, <i>uncomfortable</i>, -<i>discomfited</i>.</span><br /> +<i>discomfited</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Suckle, <i>circle</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Suckle, <i>circle</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Sutthin', <i>something</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Sutthin', <i>something</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Suttin, <i>certain</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Suttin, <i>certain</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">T.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">T.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Take on, <i>to sorrow</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Take on, <i>to sorrow</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Talents, <i>talons</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Talents, <i>talons</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Taters, <i>potatoes</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Taters, <i>potatoes</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Tell, <i>till</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Tell, <i>till</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Tetch, <i>touch</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Tetch, <i>touch</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Tetch tu, <i>to be able</i>; used always after a -negative in this sense.</span><br /> +negative in this sense.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Thru, <i>through</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Thru, <i>through</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Thundering, a euphemism common in New England for the profane English expression <i>devilish</i>. Perhaps derived from the belief, common formerly, that thunder was caused by the Prince of the -Air, for some of whose accomplishments consult Cotton Mather.</span><br /> +Air, for some of whose accomplishments consult Cotton Mather.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Tollable, <i>tolerable</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Tollable, <i>tolerable</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Toot, used derisively for <i>playing on any wind -instrument</i>.</span><br /> +instrument</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Tu, <i>to</i>, <i>too</i>; commonly has this sound when used emphatically, or at the end of a sentence. At other times it has the sound of <i>t</i> in <i>tough</i>, as, <i>Ware ye goin' tu? Goin' t' -Boston</i>.</span><br /> +Boston</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">U.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">U.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Ugly, <i>ill-tempered</i>, -<i>intractable</i>.</span><br /> +<i>intractable</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Uncle Sam, <i>United States</i>; the largest boaster of -liberty and owner of slaves.</span><br /> +liberty and owner of slaves.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Unrizzest, applied to dough or bread; <i>heavy</i>, -<i>most unrisen</i>, or <i>most incapable of rising</i>.</span><br /> +<i>most unrisen</i>, or <i>most incapable of rising</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">V.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">V.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">V-spot, <i>a five-dollar bill</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">V-spot, <i>a five-dollar bill</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Vally, <i>value</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Vally, <i>value</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">W.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">W.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wake snakes, <i>to get into trouble</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wake snakes, <i>to get into trouble</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wal, <i>well</i>; spoken with great deliberation, and sometimes with the <i>a</i> very much flattened, sometimes (but more -seldom) very much broadened.</span><br /> +seldom) very much broadened.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wannut, <i>walnut</i> (<i>hickory</i>).</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wannut, <i>walnut</i> (<i>hickory</i>).</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ware, <i>where</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ware, <i>where</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Ware, <i>were</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Ware, <i>were</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Whopper, <i>an uncommonly large lie</i>; as, that -General Taylor is in favor of the Wilmot Proviso.</span><br /> +General Taylor is in favor of the Wilmot Proviso.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wig, <i>Whig</i>; a party now dissolved.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wig, <i>Whig</i>; a party now dissolved.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wunt, <i>will not</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wunt, <i>will not</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wus, <i>worse</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wus, <i>worse</i>.</span><br > -<a name="Page_458" id="Page_458"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 458] -</span><br /> +<a id="Page_458"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 458] +</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wut, <i>what</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wut, <i>what</i>.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Wuth, <i>worth</i>; as, <i>Antislavery perfessions -'fore 'lection aint wuth a Bungtown copper</i>.</span><br /> +'fore 'lection aint wuth a Bungtown copper</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Wuz, <i>was</i>, sometimes <i>were</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Wuz, <i>was</i>, sometimes <i>were</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">Y.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">Y.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Yaller, <i>yellow</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Yaller, <i>yellow</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Yeller, <i>yellow</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Yeller, <i>yellow</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i0g">Yellers,<i> a disease of peach-trees</i>.</span><br /> +<span class="i0g">Yellers,<i> a disease of peach-trees</i>.</span><br > -<span class="i08">Z.</span><br /> +<span class="i08">Z.</span><br > <span class="i0g">Zack, Ole, <i>a second Washington, an antislavery slaveholder, a humane buyer and seller of men and women, a Christian -hero generally</i>.</span><br /> +hero generally</i>.</span><br > </div> <p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 459]</span></p> -<p class="center"><a name="Index" id="Index"></a>INDEX.</p> +<p class="center"><a id="Index"></a>INDEX.</p> <ul class="IX none"> @@ -28050,12 +27974,12 @@ href="#Page_427">427</a>.</li> <li>Adam, eldest son of, respected, <a href="#Page_393">393</a>.</li> -<li>Æneas goes to hell, <a href="#Page_441">441</a>.</li> +<li>Æneas goes to hell, <a href="#Page_441">441</a>.</li> -<li>Æolus, a seller of money, as is supposed by some, <a +<li>Æolus, a seller of money, as is supposed by some, <a href="#Page_441">441</a>.</li> -<li>Æschylus, a saying of, <a href="#Page_414">414</a>, +<li>Æschylus, a saying of, <a href="#Page_414">414</a>, <i>note</i>.</li> <li>Alligator, a decent one conjectured to be, in some sort, humane, <a @@ -28168,7 +28092,7 @@ href="#Page_413">413</a>.</li> <li>Barrels, an inference from seeing, <a href="#Page_454">454</a>.</li> -<li>Bâton Rouge, <a href="#Page_443">443</a> +<li>Bâton Rouge, <a href="#Page_443">443</a> <ul class="IX none"> <li>strange peculiarities of laborers at, <i>ib.</i></li> </ul></li> @@ -28381,7 +28305,7 @@ href="#Page_391">391</a>.</li> <li>his curious valuation of principle, <i>ib.</i></li> </ul></li> -<li>Cæsar, tribute to, <a href="#Page_424">424</a> +<li>Cæsar, tribute to, <a href="#Page_424">424</a> <ul class="IX none"> <li>his <i>veni, vidi, vici</i>, censured for undue prolixity, <a href="#Page_432">432</a>.</li> @@ -28700,7 +28624,7 @@ href="#Page_413">413</a>.</li> <li>Eavesdroppers, <a href="#Page_427">427</a>.</li> -<li>Echetlæus, <a href="#Page_400">400</a>.</li> +<li>Echetlæus, <a href="#Page_400">400</a>.</li> <li>Editor, his position, <a href="#Page_421">421</a> <ul class="IX none"> @@ -28996,7 +28920,7 @@ href="#Page_389">389</a>.</li> <li>Kingdom Come, march to, easy, <a href="#Page_434">434</a>.</li> -<li>Königsmark, Count, <a href="#Page_393">393</a>.</li> +<li>Königsmark, Count, <a href="#Page_393">393</a>.</li> <li><span class="pagenum">[Pg 464]</span></li> </ul> @@ -29005,7 +28929,7 @@ href="#Page_389">389</a>.</li> <li class="letterhead">L.</li> -<li>Lacedæmonians, banish a great talker, <a +<li>Lacedæmonians, banish a great talker, <a href="#Page_416">416</a>.</li> <li>Lamb, Charles, his epistolary excellence, <a @@ -29042,7 +28966,7 @@ href="#Page_406">406</a>.</li> <li>Liberty, unwholesome for men of certain complexions, <a href="#Page_422">422</a>.</li> -<li>Lignum vitæ, a gift of this valuable wood proposed, <a +<li>Lignum vitæ, a gift of this valuable wood proposed, <a href="#Page_399">399</a>.</li> <li>Longinus recommends swearing, <a href="#Page_394">394</a>, @@ -29080,7 +29004,7 @@ href="#Page_422">422</a>.</li> <li>Mangum, Mr., speaks to the point, <a href="#Page_418">418</a>.</li> -<li>Manichæan, excellently confuted, <a href="#Page_416">416</a>.</li> +<li>Manichæan, excellently confuted, <a href="#Page_416">416</a>.</li> <li>Man-trees, grew where, <a href="#Page_441">441</a>.</li> @@ -29729,7 +29653,7 @@ href="#Page_393">393</a> <li>Scaliger, saying of, <a href="#Page_402">402</a>.</li> -<li><i>Scarabæus pilularius</i>, <a href="#Page_397">397</a>.</li> +<li><i>Scarabæus pilularius</i>, <a href="#Page_397">397</a>.</li> <li>Scott, General, his claims to the presidency, <a href="#Page_405">405</a>, <a href="#Page_407">407</a>.</li> @@ -30135,359 +30059,359 @@ href="#Page_397">397</a>.</li> </ul> -<p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 470]</span><br /> +<p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 470]</span><br > <span class="pagenum">[Pg 471]</span></p> -<p class="p4"><a name="Knott" id="Knott"></a></p> +<p class="p4"><a id="Knott"></a></p> <h3>THE UNHAPPY LOT OF MR. KNOTT.</h3> <h5>1850.</h5> -<p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 472]</span><br /> +<p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 472]</span><br > <span class="pagenum">[Pg 473]</span></p> <h4>THE UNHAPPY LOT OF MR. KNOTT.</h4> -<hr class="c10" /> +<hr class="c10" > <h5>PART I.</h5> <p class="center smaller">SHOWING HOW HE BUILT HIS HOUSE AND HIS WIFE -<br /> +<br > MOVED INTO IT.</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i0">My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From business snug withdrawn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was much contented with a lot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That would contain a Tudor cot</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And twelve feet more of lawn.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">He had laid business on the shelf</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To give his taste expansion,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, since no man, retired with pelf.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The building mania can shun,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Knott, being middle-aged himself,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Resolved to build (unhappy elf!)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A mediæval mansion.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">He called an architect in counsel;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"I want," said he, "a—you know what</span><br /> -<span class="i2b">(You are a builder, I am Knott,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A thing complete from chimney-pot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Down to the very grounsel;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Here's a half-acre of good land;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Just have it nicely mapped and planned</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And make your workmen drive on;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Meadow there is, and upland too,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And I should like a water-view,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">D' you think you could contrive one?</span><br /> -<span class="i2b">(Perhaps the pump and trough would do.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">If painted a judicious blue?)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The woodland I've attended to;"</span><br /> -<span class="i2b">(He meant three pines stuck up askew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Two dead ones and a live one.)</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 474]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"A pocket-full of rocks 't would take</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To build a house of free-stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But then it is not hard to make</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What now-a-days is <i>the</i> stone;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The cunning painter in a trice</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Your house's outside petrifies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And people think it very gneiss</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Without inquiring deeper;</span><br /> -<span class="i2"><i>My</i> money never shall be thrown</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Away on such a deal of stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When stone of deal is cheaper."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">And so the greenest of antiques</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Was reared for Knott to dwell in;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The architect worked hard for weeks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In venting all his private peaks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the roof, whose crop of leaks</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had satisfied Fluellen;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whatever any body had</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Out of the common, good or bad,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Knott had it all worked well in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A donjon-keep, where clothes might dry,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A porter's lodge that was a sty,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A campanile slim and high,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Too small to hang a bell in;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All up and down and here and there,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With Lord-knows-whats of round and square</span><br /> +<span class="i0">My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,</span><br > +<span class="i2">From business snug withdrawn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was much contented with a lot</span><br > +<span class="i0">That would contain a Tudor cot</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And twelve feet more of lawn.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">He had laid business on the shelf</span><br > +<span class="i2">To give his taste expansion,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, since no man, retired with pelf.</span><br > +<span class="i2">The building mania can shun,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Knott, being middle-aged himself,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Resolved to build (unhappy elf!)</span><br > +<span class="i2">A mediæval mansion.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">He called an architect in counsel;</span><br > +<span class="i2">"I want," said he, "a—you know what</span><br > +<span class="i2b">(You are a builder, I am Knott,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">A thing complete from chimney-pot</span><br > +<span class="i0">Down to the very grounsel;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Here's a half-acre of good land;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Just have it nicely mapped and planned</span><br > +<span class="i0">And make your workmen drive on;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Meadow there is, and upland too,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And I should like a water-view,</span><br > +<span class="i0">D' you think you could contrive one?</span><br > +<span class="i2b">(Perhaps the pump and trough would do.</span><br > +<span class="i2">If painted a judicious blue?)</span><br > +<span class="i2">The woodland I've attended to;"</span><br > +<span class="i2b">(He meant three pines stuck up askew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Two dead ones and a live one.)</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 474]</span><br > +<span class="i2">"A pocket-full of rocks 't would take</span><br > +<span class="i0">To build a house of free-stone,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But then it is not hard to make</span><br > +<span class="i0">What now-a-days is <i>the</i> stone;</span><br > +<span class="i2">The cunning painter in a trice</span><br > +<span class="i2">Your house's outside petrifies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And people think it very gneiss</span><br > +<span class="i0">Without inquiring deeper;</span><br > +<span class="i2"><i>My</i> money never shall be thrown</span><br > +<span class="i2">Away on such a deal of stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When stone of deal is cheaper."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">And so the greenest of antiques</span><br > +<span class="i2">Was reared for Knott to dwell in;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The architect worked hard for weeks</span><br > +<span class="i0">In venting all his private peaks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the roof, whose crop of leaks</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had satisfied Fluellen;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whatever any body had</span><br > +<span class="i0">Out of the common, good or bad,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Knott had it all worked well in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A donjon-keep, where clothes might dry,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A porter's lodge that was a sty,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A campanile slim and high,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Too small to hang a bell in;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All up and down and here and there,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With Lord-knows-whats of round and square</span><br > <span class="i0">Stuck on at random every where,<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">It was a house to make one stare,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All corners and all gables;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like dogs let loose upon a bear,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">It was a house to make one stare,</span><br > +<span class="i2">All corners and all gables;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like dogs let loose upon a bear,</span><br > <span class="i0">Ten emulous styles <i>staboyed</i> with care,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">The whole among them seemed to tear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And all the oddities to spare</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were set upon the stables.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Knott was delighted with a pile</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Approved by fashion's leaders;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Only he made the builder smile,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By asking, every little while,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Why that was called the Twodoor style,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which certainly had <i>three</i> doors?)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet better for this luckless man</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 475]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If he had put a downright ban</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Upon the thing <i>in limine</i>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For, though to quit affairs his plan,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ere many days, poor Knott began</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Perforce, accepting draughts that ran</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All ways—except up chimney;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The house, though painted stone to mock,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With nice white lines round every block,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Some trepidation stood in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When tempests (with petrific shock,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So to speak,) made it really rock,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Though not a whit less wooden;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And painted stone, howe'er well done,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Will not take in the prodigal sun</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose beams are never quite at one</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With our terrestrial lumber;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So the wood shrank around the knots,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gaped in disconcerting spots,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And there were lots of dots and rots</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And crannies without number,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherethrough, as you may well presume,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The wind, like water through a flume,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Came rushing in ecstatic,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Leaving, in all three floors, no room</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That was not a rheumatic;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, what with points and squares and rounds</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Grown shaky on their poises,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The house at night was full of pounds,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">The whole among them seemed to tear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And all the oddities to spare</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were set upon the stables.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Knott was delighted with a pile</span><br > +<span class="i2">Approved by fashion's leaders;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Only he made the builder smile,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By asking, every little while,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Why that was called the Twodoor style,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which certainly had <i>three</i> doors?)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet better for this luckless man</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 475]</span><br > +<span class="i0">If he had put a downright ban</span><br > +<span class="i2">Upon the thing <i>in limine</i>;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For, though to quit affairs his plan,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ere many days, poor Knott began</span><br > +<span class="i0">Perforce, accepting draughts that ran</span><br > +<span class="i2">All ways—except up chimney;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The house, though painted stone to mock,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With nice white lines round every block,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Some trepidation stood in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When tempests (with petrific shock,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So to speak,) made it really rock,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Though not a whit less wooden;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And painted stone, howe'er well done,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Will not take in the prodigal sun</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose beams are never quite at one</span><br > +<span class="i2">With our terrestrial lumber;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So the wood shrank around the knots,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gaped in disconcerting spots,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And there were lots of dots and rots</span><br > +<span class="i2">And crannies without number,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherethrough, as you may well presume,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The wind, like water through a flume,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Came rushing in ecstatic,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Leaving, in all three floors, no room</span><br > +<span class="i2">That was not a rheumatic;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, what with points and squares and rounds</span><br > +<span class="i2">Grown shaky on their poises,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The house at night was full of pounds,</span><br > <span class="i0">Thumps, bumps, creaks, scratchings, -raps—till—"Zounds!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cried Knott, "this goes beyond all bounds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I do not deal in tongues and sounds,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor have I let my house and grounds</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To a family of Noyeses!"</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But, though Knott's house was full of airs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2"><i>He</i> had but one—a daughter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, as he owned much stocks and shares,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Many who wished to render theirs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Such vain, unsatisfying cares,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And needed wives to sew their tears,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In matrimony sought her;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They vowed her gold they wanted not,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 476]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Their faith would never falter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They longed to tie this single Knott</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the Hymenæal halter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So daily at the door they rang,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Cards for the belle delivering,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or in the choir at her they sang,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Achieving such a rapturous twang</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As set her nerves a-shivering.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Now Knott had quite made up his mind</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That Colonel Jones should have her;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No beauty he, but oft we find</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sweet kernels 'neath a roughish rind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So hoped his Jenny'd be resigned</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And make no more palaver;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Glanced at the fact that love was blind,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That girls were ratherish inclined</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To pet their little crosses,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then nosologically defined</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rate at which the system pined</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In those unfortunates who dined</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon that metaphoric kind</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of dish—their own proboscis.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">But she, with many tears and moans,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Besought him not to mock her,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Said 'twas too much for flesh and bones</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To marry mortgages and loans,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That fathers' hearts were stocks and stones</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that she'd go, when Mrs. Jones,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To Davy Jones's locker;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then gave her head a little toss</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That said as plain as ever was,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If men are always at a loss</span><br /> +raps—till—"Zounds!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cried Knott, "this goes beyond all bounds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I do not deal in tongues and sounds,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor have I let my house and grounds</span><br > +<span class="i2">To a family of Noyeses!"</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But, though Knott's house was full of airs,</span><br > +<span class="i2"><i>He</i> had but one—a daughter;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, as he owned much stocks and shares,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Many who wished to render theirs</span><br > +<span class="i0">Such vain, unsatisfying cares,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And needed wives to sew their tears,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In matrimony sought her;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They vowed her gold they wanted not,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 476]</span><br > +<span class="i2">Their faith would never falter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They longed to tie this single Knott</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the Hymenæal halter;</span><br > +<span class="i0">So daily at the door they rang,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Cards for the belle delivering,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or in the choir at her they sang,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Achieving such a rapturous twang</span><br > +<span class="i2">As set her nerves a-shivering.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Now Knott had quite made up his mind</span><br > +<span class="i2">That Colonel Jones should have her;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No beauty he, but oft we find</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sweet kernels 'neath a roughish rind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">So hoped his Jenny'd be resigned</span><br > +<span class="i2">And make no more palaver;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Glanced at the fact that love was blind,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That girls were ratherish inclined</span><br > +<span class="i2">To pet their little crosses,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then nosologically defined</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rate at which the system pined</span><br > +<span class="i0">In those unfortunates who dined</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon that metaphoric kind</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of dish—their own proboscis.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">But she, with many tears and moans,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Besought him not to mock her,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Said 'twas too much for flesh and bones</span><br > +<span class="i0">To marry mortgages and loans,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That fathers' hearts were stocks and stones</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that she'd go, when Mrs. Jones,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To Davy Jones's locker;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then gave her head a little toss</span><br > +<span class="i0">That said as plain as ever was,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If men are always at a loss</span><br > <span class="i2">Mere womankind to bridle<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">To try the thing on woman cross,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were fifty times as idle;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For she a strict resolve had made</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And registered in private,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That either she would die a maid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or else be Mrs. Doctor Slade,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">If woman could contrive it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, though the wedding-day was set,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 477]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Jenny was more so, rather,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Declaring, in a pretty pet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, howsoe'er they spread their net,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">She would out-Jennyral them yet,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The colonel and her father.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Just at this time the Public's eyes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were keenly on the watch, a stir</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beginning slowly to arise</span><br /> -<span class="i0">About those questions and replies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Those raps that unwrapped mysteries</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So rapidly at Rochester,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Knott, already nervous grown</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By lying much awake alone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And listening, sometimes to a moan,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And sometimes to a clatter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whene'er the wind at night would rouse</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The gingerbread-work on his house,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or when some hasty-tempered mouse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behind the plastering, made a towse</span><br /> -<span class="i2">About a family matter,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Began to wonder if his wife,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A paralytic half her life,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which made it more surprising,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Might not to rule him from her urn,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have taken a peripatetic turn</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For want of exorcising.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">This thought, once nestled in his head,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ere long contagious grew, and spread</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Infecting all his mind with dread,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Until at last he lay in bed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And heard his wife, with well-known tread,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Entering the kitchen through the shed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2b">(Or was't his fancy, mocking?)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Opening the pantry, cutting bread,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And then (she'd been some ten years dead)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Closets and drawers unlocking;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, in his room (his breath grew thick)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He heard the long-familiar click</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of slender needles flying quick,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As if she knit a stocking;</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">To try the thing on woman cross,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were fifty times as idle;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For she a strict resolve had made</span><br > +<span class="i2">And registered in private,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That either she would die a maid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or else be Mrs. Doctor Slade,</span><br > +<span class="i2">If woman could contrive it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, though the wedding-day was set,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 477]</span><br > +<span class="i2">Jenny was more so, rather,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Declaring, in a pretty pet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, howsoe'er they spread their net,</span><br > +<span class="i0">She would out-Jennyral them yet,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The colonel and her father.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Just at this time the Public's eyes</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were keenly on the watch, a stir</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beginning slowly to arise</span><br > +<span class="i0">About those questions and replies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Those raps that unwrapped mysteries</span><br > +<span class="i2">So rapidly at Rochester,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Knott, already nervous grown</span><br > +<span class="i0">By lying much awake alone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And listening, sometimes to a moan,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And sometimes to a clatter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whene'er the wind at night would rouse</span><br > +<span class="i0">The gingerbread-work on his house,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or when some hasty-tempered mouse,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behind the plastering, made a towse</span><br > +<span class="i2">About a family matter,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Began to wonder if his wife,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A paralytic half her life,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which made it more surprising,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Might not to rule him from her urn,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have taken a peripatetic turn</span><br > +<span class="i2">For want of exorcising.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">This thought, once nestled in his head,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ere long contagious grew, and spread</span><br > +<span class="i0">Infecting all his mind with dread,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Until at last he lay in bed</span><br > +<span class="i0">And heard his wife, with well-known tread,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Entering the kitchen through the shed,</span><br > +<span class="i2b">(Or was't his fancy, mocking?)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Opening the pantry, cutting bread,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And then (she'd been some ten years dead)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Closets and drawers unlocking;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, in his room (his breath grew thick)</span><br > +<span class="i0">He heard the long-familiar click</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of slender needles flying quick,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As if she knit a stocking;</span><br > <span class="i0">For whom?—he prayed that years might -flit</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 478]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With pains rheumatic shooting,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Before those ghostly things she knit</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon his unfleshed sole might fit,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He did not fancy it a bit,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To stand upon that footing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At other times, his frightened hairs</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Above the bedclothes trusting,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He heard her, full of household cares,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(No dream entrapped in supper's snares,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The foal of horrible nightmares,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But broad awake, as he declares,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Go bustling up and down the stairs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or setting back last evening's chairs,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or with the poker thrusting</span><br /> +flit</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 478]</span><br > +<span class="i2">With pains rheumatic shooting,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Before those ghostly things she knit</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon his unfleshed sole might fit,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He did not fancy it a bit,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To stand upon that footing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">At other times, his frightened hairs</span><br > +<span class="i2">Above the bedclothes trusting,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He heard her, full of household cares,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(No dream entrapped in supper's snares,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The foal of horrible nightmares,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But broad awake, as he declares,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Go bustling up and down the stairs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or setting back last evening's chairs,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or with the poker thrusting</span><br > <span class="i0">The raked-up sea-coal's hardened crust—</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And—what! impossible! it must!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He knew she had returned to dust,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet could scarce his senses trust,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hearing her as she poked and fussed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">About the parlor, dusting!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Night after night he strove to sleep</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And take his ease in spite of it;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But still his flesh would chill and creep,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, though two night-lamps he might keep,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He could not so make light of it.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At last, quite desperate, he goes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And tells his neighbors all his woes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which did but their amount enhance;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They made such mockery of his fears</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That soon his days were of all jeers,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His nights of the rueful countenance;</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"I thought most folks," one neighbor said,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Gave up the ghost when they were dead,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Another gravely shook his head,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Adding, "from all we hear, it's</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And—what! impossible! it must!</span><br > +<span class="i0">He knew she had returned to dust,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet could scarce his senses trust,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hearing her as she poked and fussed</span><br > +<span class="i2">About the parlor, dusting!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Night after night he strove to sleep</span><br > +<span class="i2">And take his ease in spite of it;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But still his flesh would chill and creep,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, though two night-lamps he might keep,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He could not so make light of it.</span><br > +<span class="i0">At last, quite desperate, he goes</span><br > +<span class="i0">And tells his neighbors all his woes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which did but their amount enhance;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They made such mockery of his fears</span><br > +<span class="i0">That soon his days were of all jeers,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His nights of the rueful countenance;</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"I thought most folks," one neighbor said,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Gave up the ghost when they were dead,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Another gravely shook his head,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Adding, "from all we hear, it's</span><br > <span class="i0">Quite plain poor Knott is going mad<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">For how can he at once be sad</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And think he's full of spirits?"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A third declared he knew a knife</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Would cut this Knott much quicker,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"The surest way to end all strife,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And lay the spirit of a wife,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 479]</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Is just to take and lick her!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A temperance man caught up the word,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Ah, yes," he groaned, "I've always heard</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Our poor friend somewhat slanted</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tow'rd taking liquor over-much;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I fear these spirits may be Dutch,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(A sort of gins, or something such,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With which his house is haunted;</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">For how can he at once be sad</span><br > +<span class="i2">And think he's full of spirits?"</span><br > +<span class="i0">A third declared he knew a knife</span><br > +<span class="i2">Would cut this Knott much quicker,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"The surest way to end all strife,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And lay the spirit of a wife,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 479]</span><br > +<span class="i2">Is just to take and lick her!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">A temperance man caught up the word,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Ah, yes," he groaned, "I've always heard</span><br > +<span class="i2">Our poor friend somewhat slanted</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tow'rd taking liquor over-much;</span><br > +<span class="i0">I fear these spirits may be Dutch,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(A sort of gins, or something such,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">With which his house is haunted;</span><br > <span class="i0">I see the thing as clear as light<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">If Knott would give up getting tight,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Naught farther would be wanted:"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">So all his neighbors stood aloof</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, that the spirits 'neath his roof</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were not entirely up to proof,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Unanimously granted.</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Knott knew that cocks and sprites were foes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And so bought up, Heaven only knows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How many, though he wanted crows</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To give ghosts caws, as I suppose,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To think that day was breaking;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Moreover what he called his park,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He turned into a kind of ark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For dogs, because a little bark</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is a good tonic in the dark,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">If one is given to waking;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But things went on from bad to worse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His curs were nothing but a curse,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And, what was still more shocking,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Foul ghosts of living fowl made scoff</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And would not think of going off</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In spite of all his cocking.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Shanghais, Bucks-counties, Dominiques,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Malays (that didn't lay for weeks).</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Polanders, Bantams, Dorkings,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Waiving the cost, no trifling ill,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Since each brought in his little bill,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By day or night were never still,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But every thought of rest would kill</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With cacklings and with quorkings;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Henry the Eighth of wives got free</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By a way he had of axing;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 480]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But poor Knott's Tudor henery</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was not so fortunate, and he</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Still found his trouble waxing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As for the dogs, the rows they made,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">If Knott would give up getting tight,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Naught farther would be wanted:"</span><br > +<span class="i0">So all his neighbors stood aloof</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, that the spirits 'neath his roof</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were not entirely up to proof,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Unanimously granted.</span><br > + +<span class="i0">Knott knew that cocks and sprites were foes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And so bought up, Heaven only knows</span><br > +<span class="i0">How many, though he wanted crows</span><br > +<span class="i0">To give ghosts caws, as I suppose,</span><br > +<span class="i2">To think that day was breaking;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Moreover what he called his park,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He turned into a kind of ark</span><br > +<span class="i0">For dogs, because a little bark</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is a good tonic in the dark,</span><br > +<span class="i2">If one is given to waking;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But things went on from bad to worse,</span><br > +<span class="i0">His curs were nothing but a curse,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And, what was still more shocking,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Foul ghosts of living fowl made scoff</span><br > +<span class="i0">And would not think of going off</span><br > +<span class="i2">In spite of all his cocking.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Shanghais, Bucks-counties, Dominiques,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Malays (that didn't lay for weeks).</span><br > +<span class="i2">Polanders, Bantams, Dorkings,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Waiving the cost, no trifling ill,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Since each brought in his little bill,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">By day or night were never still,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But every thought of rest would kill</span><br > +<span class="i2">With cacklings and with quorkings;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Henry the Eighth of wives got free</span><br > +<span class="i2">By a way he had of axing;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 480]</span><br > +<span class="i0">But poor Knott's Tudor henery</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was not so fortunate, and he</span><br > +<span class="i2">Still found his trouble waxing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">As for the dogs, the rows they made,</span><br > <span class="i0">And how they howled, snarled, barked and -bayed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beyond all human knowledge is;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All night, as wide awake as gnats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The terriers rumpused after rats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, just for practice, taught their brats</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To worry cast-off shoes and hats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The bull-dogs settled private spats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All chased imaginary cats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or raved behind the fence's slats</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At real ones, or, from their mats,</span><br /> +bayed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beyond all human knowledge is;</span><br > +<span class="i0">All night, as wide awake as gnats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The terriers rumpused after rats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, just for practice, taught their brats</span><br > +<span class="i0">To worry cast-off shoes and hats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The bull-dogs settled private spats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All chased imaginary cats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or raved behind the fence's slats</span><br > +<span class="i0">At real ones, or, from their mats,</span><br > <span class="i0">With friends, miles off, held pleasant chats,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Or, like some folks in white cravats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Contemptuous of sharps and flats,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sat up and sang dogsologies.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile the cats set up a squall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, safe upon the garden-wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">All night kept cat-a-walling;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if the feline race were all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In one wild cataleptic sprawl,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into love's tortures falling.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Or, like some folks in white cravats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Contemptuous of sharps and flats,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sat up and sang dogsologies.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meanwhile the cats set up a squall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, safe upon the garden-wall,</span><br > +<span class="i2">All night kept cat-a-walling;</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if the feline race were all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In one wild cataleptic sprawl,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into love's tortures falling.</span><br > </div> <h5>PART II.</h5> @@ -30497,1159 +30421,1159 @@ SPIRITS.</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00">At first the ghosts were somewhat shy,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Coming when none but Knott was nigh,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And people said 'twas all their eye,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Or rather his) a flam, the sly</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Digestion's machination;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some recommended a wet sheet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some a nice broth of pounded peat,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some a cold flat-iron to the feet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some a decoction of lamb's-bleat,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some a southwesterly grain of wheat;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meat was by some pronounced unmeet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Others thought fish most indiscreet,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that 'twas worse than all to eat</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of vegetables, sour or sweet,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 481]</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Except, perhaps, the skin of beat,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In such a concatenation:</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One quack his button gently plucks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And murmurs "biliary ducks!"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Says Knott, "I never ate one;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But all, though brimming full of wrath,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Homœo, Allo, Hydropath,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Concurred in this—that t' other's path</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To death's door was the straight one</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still, spite of medical advice,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ghosts came thicker, and a spice</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of mischief grew apparent;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Nor did they only come at night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But seemed to fancy broad daylight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till Knott, in horror and affright,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His unoffending hair rent;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whene'er with handkerchief on lap,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He made his elbow-chair a trap,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To catch an after-dinner nap,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The spirits, always on the tap,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Would, make a sudden <i>rap, rap, rap</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The half-spun cord of sleep to snap,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(And what is life without its nap</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But threadbareness and mere mishap?)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As 't were with a percussion cap</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The trouble's climax capping;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seemed a party dried and grim</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of mummies had come to visit him,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each getting off from every limb</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Its multitudinous wrapping;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scratchings sometimes the walls ran round,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The merest penny-weights of sound;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sometimes 'twas only by the pound</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They carried on their dealing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A thumping 'neath the parlor floor,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thump-bump-thump-bumping o'er and o'er,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As if the vegetables in store,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Quiet and orderly before,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were all together pealing;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You would have thought the thing was done</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By the spirit of some son of a gun,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And that a forty-two pounder,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or that the ghost which made such sounds</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 482]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could be none other than John Pounds,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of Ragged Schools the founder.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Through three gradations of affright,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The awful noises reached their height;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">At first they knocked nocturnally,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, for some reason, changing quite,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(As mourners, after six months' flight,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Turn suddenly from dark to light,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Began to knock diurnally,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And last, combining all their stocks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Scotland was ne'er so full of Knox,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into one Chaos (father of Nox,)</span><br /> +<span class="i00">At first the ghosts were somewhat shy,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Coming when none but Knott was nigh,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And people said 'twas all their eye,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Or rather his) a flam, the sly</span><br > +<span class="i2">Digestion's machination;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some recommended a wet sheet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some a nice broth of pounded peat,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some a cold flat-iron to the feet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some a decoction of lamb's-bleat,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some a southwesterly grain of wheat;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meat was by some pronounced unmeet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Others thought fish most indiscreet,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that 'twas worse than all to eat</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of vegetables, sour or sweet,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 481]</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Except, perhaps, the skin of beat,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">In such a concatenation:</span><br > +<span class="i0">One quack his button gently plucks</span><br > +<span class="i0">And murmurs "biliary ducks!"</span><br > +<span class="i2">Says Knott, "I never ate one;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">But all, though brimming full of wrath,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Homœo, Allo, Hydropath,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Concurred in this—that t' other's path</span><br > +<span class="i2">To death's door was the straight one</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still, spite of medical advice,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ghosts came thicker, and a spice</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of mischief grew apparent;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Nor did they only come at night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But seemed to fancy broad daylight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till Knott, in horror and affright,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His unoffending hair rent;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whene'er with handkerchief on lap,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He made his elbow-chair a trap,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To catch an after-dinner nap,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The spirits, always on the tap,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Would, make a sudden <i>rap, rap, rap</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The half-spun cord of sleep to snap,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(And what is life without its nap</span><br > +<span class="i0">But threadbareness and mere mishap?)</span><br > +<span class="i0">As 't were with a percussion cap</span><br > +<span class="i2">The trouble's climax capping;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It seemed a party dried and grim</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of mummies had come to visit him,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each getting off from every limb</span><br > +<span class="i2">Its multitudinous wrapping;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scratchings sometimes the walls ran round,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The merest penny-weights of sound;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sometimes 'twas only by the pound</span><br > +<span class="i2">They carried on their dealing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A thumping 'neath the parlor floor,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thump-bump-thump-bumping o'er and o'er,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As if the vegetables in store,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Quiet and orderly before,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were all together pealing;</span><br > +<span class="i0">You would have thought the thing was done</span><br > +<span class="i0">By the spirit of some son of a gun,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And that a forty-two pounder,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or that the ghost which made such sounds</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 482]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could be none other than John Pounds,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of Ragged Schools the founder.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Through three gradations of affright,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The awful noises reached their height;</span><br > +<span class="i2">At first they knocked nocturnally,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, for some reason, changing quite,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(As mourners, after six months' flight,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Turn suddenly from dark to light,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Began to knock diurnally,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And last, combining all their stocks,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Scotland was ne'er so full of Knox,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into one Chaos (father of Nox,)</span><br > <span class="i0"><i>Nocte pluit</i>—they showered -knocks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And knocked, knocked, knocked eternally</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ever upon the go, like buoys,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Wooden sea-urchins,) all Knott's joys,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They turned to troubles and a noise</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That preyed on him internally.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Soon they grew wider in their scope;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whenever Knott a door would ope,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It would ope not, or else elope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And fly back (curbless as a trope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Once started down a stanza's slope</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By a bard that gave it too much rope—)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Like a clap of thunder slamming;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, when kind Jenny brought his hat,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(She always, when he walked, did that,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just as upon his head it sat,</span><br /> +knocks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And knocked, knocked, knocked eternally</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ever upon the go, like buoys,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Wooden sea-urchins,) all Knott's joys,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They turned to troubles and a noise</span><br > +<span class="i2">That preyed on him internally.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Soon they grew wider in their scope;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whenever Knott a door would ope,</span><br > +<span class="i0">It would ope not, or else elope</span><br > +<span class="i0">And fly back (curbless as a trope</span><br > +<span class="i0">Once started down a stanza's slope</span><br > +<span class="i0">By a bard that gave it too much rope—)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Like a clap of thunder slamming;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, when kind Jenny brought his hat,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(She always, when he walked, did that,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just as upon his head it sat,</span><br > <span class="i0">Submitting to his settling pat<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some unseen hand would jam it flat,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or give it such a furious bat</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That eyes and nose went cramming</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Up out of sight, and consequently,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As when in life it paddled free,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His beaver caused much damning;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If these things seemed o'erstrained to be,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Read the account of Docter Dee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Tis in our college library;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Read Wesley's circumstantial plea,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Mrs. Crowe, more like a bee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sucking the nightshade's honeyed fee,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 483]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Stilling's Pneumatology;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Consult Scot, Glanvil, and grave Wie-</span><br /> -<span class="i0">rus, and both Mathers; further, see</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Webster, Gasaubon, James First's trea-</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">tise, a right royal Q. E. D.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Writ with the moon in perigee,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">Some unseen hand would jam it flat,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or give it such a furious bat</span><br > +<span class="i2">That eyes and nose went cramming</span><br > +<span class="i0">Up out of sight, and consequently,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As when in life it paddled free,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His beaver caused much damning;</span><br > +<span class="i0">If these things seemed o'erstrained to be,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Read the account of Docter Dee,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Tis in our college library;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Read Wesley's circumstantial plea,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Mrs. Crowe, more like a bee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sucking the nightshade's honeyed fee,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 483]</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Stilling's Pneumatology;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Consult Scot, Glanvil, and grave Wie-</span><br > +<span class="i0">rus, and both Mathers; further, see</span><br > +<span class="i0">Webster, Gasaubon, James First's trea-</span><br > +<span class="i0b">tise, a right royal Q. E. D.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Writ with the moon in perigee,</span><br > <span class="i0">Bodin de Demonomanie<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Accent that last line gingerly)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All full of learning as the sea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of fishes, and all disagree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save in <i>Sathanas apage</i>!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or, what will surely put a flea</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In unbelieving ears—with glee,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Out of a paper (sent to me</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By some friend who forgot to P...</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A... Y...,—I use cryptography</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Accent that last line gingerly)</span><br > +<span class="i0">All full of learning as the sea</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of fishes, and all disagree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save in <i>Sathanas apage</i>!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or, what will surely put a flea</span><br > +<span class="i0">In unbelieving ears—with glee,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Out of a paper (sent to me</span><br > +<span class="i0">By some friend who forgot to P...</span><br > +<span class="i0">A... Y...,—I use cryptography</span><br > <span class="i0">Lest I his vengeful pen should dree<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">His P... O... S... T... A... G... E...)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Things to the same effect I cut,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">About the tantrums of a ghost,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Not more than three weeks since, at most,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Near Stratford, in Connecticut.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Knott's Upas daily spread its roots,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sent up on all sides livelier shoots,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And bore more pestilential fruits;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The ghosts behaved like downright brutes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They snipped holes in his Sunday suits,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Practised all night on octave flutes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Put peas (not peace) into his boots,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whereof grew corns in season,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">His P... O... S... T... A... G... E...)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Things to the same effect I cut,</span><br > +<span class="i0">About the tantrums of a ghost,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Not more than three weeks since, at most,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Near Stratford, in Connecticut.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Knott's Upas daily spread its roots,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sent up on all sides livelier shoots,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And bore more pestilential fruits;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The ghosts behaved like downright brutes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They snipped holes in his Sunday suits,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Practised all night on octave flutes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Put peas (not peace) into his boots,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whereof grew corns in season,</span><br > <span class="i0">They scotched his sheets, and, what was -worse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stuck his silk night-cap full of burs,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till he, in language plain and terse,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(But much unlike a Bible verse,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Swore he should lose his reason.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The tables took to spinning, too,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Perpetual yarns, and arm-chairs grew</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To prophets and apostles;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One footstool vowed that only he</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of law and gospel held the key,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That teachers of whate'er degree</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 484]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To whom opinion bows the knee</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Weren't fit to teach Truth's a. b. c.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And were (the whole lot) to a T.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Mere fogies all and fossils;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A teapoy, late the property</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of Knox's Aunt Keziah,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Whom Jenny most irreverently</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had nicknamed her aunt-tipathy)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With tips emphatic claimed to be</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The prophet Jeremiah;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The tins upon the kitchen-wall,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Turned tintinnabulators all,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And things that used to come at call</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For simple household services,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Began to hop and whirl and prance,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Fit to put out of countenance</span><br /> +worse,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stuck his silk night-cap full of burs,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till he, in language plain and terse,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(But much unlike a Bible verse,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Swore he should lose his reason.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The tables took to spinning, too,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Perpetual yarns, and arm-chairs grew</span><br > +<span class="i2">To prophets and apostles;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One footstool vowed that only he</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of law and gospel held the key,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That teachers of whate'er degree</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 484]</span><br > +<span class="i0">To whom opinion bows the knee</span><br > +<span class="i0">Weren't fit to teach Truth's a. b. c.</span><br > +<span class="i0">And were (the whole lot) to a T.</span><br > +<span class="i2">Mere fogies all and fossils;</span><br > +<span class="i0">A teapoy, late the property</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of Knox's Aunt Keziah,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Whom Jenny most irreverently</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had nicknamed her aunt-tipathy)</span><br > +<span class="i0">With tips emphatic claimed to be</span><br > +<span class="i2">The prophet Jeremiah;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The tins upon the kitchen-wall,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Turned tintinnabulators all,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And things that used to come at call</span><br > +<span class="i2">For simple household services,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Began to hop and whirl and prance,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Fit to put out of countenance</span><br > <span class="i0">The <i>Commis</i> and <i>Grisettes</i> of -France</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or Turkey's dancing Dervises.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Of course such doings, far and wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With rumors filled the country-side,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And (as it is our nation's pride</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To think a Truth not verified</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till with majorities allied,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Parties sprang up, affirmed, denied,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And candidates with questions plied</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, like the circus-riders, tried</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At once both hobbies to bestride,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And each with his opponent vied</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In being inexplicit.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Earnest inquirers multiplied;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Folks, whose tenth cousins lately died,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wrote letters long, and Knott replied.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All who could either walk or ride,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Gathered to wonder or deride,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And paid the house a visit;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Horses were at his pine-trees tied,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Mourners in every corner sighed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Widows brought children there that cried,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Swarms of lean Seekers, eager-eyed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(People Knott never could abide,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into each hole and cranny pried</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With strings of questions cut and dried</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 485]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From the Devout Inquirer's Guide,</span><br /> +France</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or Turkey's dancing Dervises.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Of course such doings, far and wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With rumors filled the country-side,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And (as it is our nation's pride</span><br > +<span class="i0">To think a Truth not verified</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till with majorities allied,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Parties sprang up, affirmed, denied,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And candidates with questions plied</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, like the circus-riders, tried</span><br > +<span class="i0">At once both hobbies to bestride,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And each with his opponent vied</span><br > +<span class="i2">In being inexplicit.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Earnest inquirers multiplied;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Folks, whose tenth cousins lately died,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wrote letters long, and Knott replied.</span><br > +<span class="i0">All who could either walk or ride,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Gathered to wonder or deride,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And paid the house a visit;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Horses were at his pine-trees tied,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Mourners in every corner sighed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Widows brought children there that cried,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Swarms of lean Seekers, eager-eyed,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(People Knott never could abide,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into each hole and cranny pried</span><br > +<span class="i0">With strings of questions cut and dried</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 485]</span><br > +<span class="i0">From the Devout Inquirer's Guide,</span><br > <span class="i0">For the wise spirits to decide<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">As, for example, is it</span><br /> -<span class="i0">True that the damned are fried or boiled?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was the Earth's axis greased or oiled?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who cleaned the moon when it was soiled?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">How baldness might be cured or foiled?</span><br /> -<span class="i2">How heal diseased potatoes?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did spirits have the sense of smell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where would departed spinsters dwell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If the late Zenas Smith were well?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If Earth were solid or a shell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were spirits fond of Doctor Fell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>Did</i> the bull toll Cock-Robin's knell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What remedy would bugs expel?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If Paine's invention were a sell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did spirits by Webster's system spell?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was it a sin to be a belle?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did dancing sentence folks to hell?</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">As, for example, is it</span><br > +<span class="i0">True that the damned are fried or boiled?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was the Earth's axis greased or oiled?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who cleaned the moon when it was soiled?</span><br > +<span class="i0">How baldness might be cured or foiled?</span><br > +<span class="i2">How heal diseased potatoes?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did spirits have the sense of smell?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where would departed spinsters dwell?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If the late Zenas Smith were well?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If Earth were solid or a shell?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were spirits fond of Doctor Fell?</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>Did</i> the bull toll Cock-Robin's knell?</span><br > +<span class="i0">What remedy would bugs expel?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If Paine's invention were a sell?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did spirits by Webster's system spell?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was it a sin to be a belle?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did dancing sentence folks to hell?</span><br > <span class="i0">If so, then where most torture fell<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">On little toes or great toes?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If life's true seat were in the brain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did Ensign mean to marry Jane?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By whom, in fact, was Morgan slain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could matter ever suffer pain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What would take out a cherry-stain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who picked the pocket of Seth Crane,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of Waldo precinct, State of Maine?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was Sir John Franklin sought in vain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did primitive Christians ever train?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What was the family-name of Cain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Them spoons, were they by Betty ta'en?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Would earth-worm poultice cure a sprain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was Socrates so dreadful plain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What teamster guided Charles's wain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was Uncle Ethan mad or sane,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And could his will in force remain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If not, what counsel to retain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did Le Sage steal Gil Bias from Spain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was Junius writ by Thomas Paine?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were ducks discomforted by rain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>How</i> did Britannia rule the main?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was Jonas coming back again?</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 486]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was vital truth upon the wane?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did ghosts, to scare folks, drag a chain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who was our Huldah's chosen swain?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Did none have teeth pulled without payin'</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Ere ether was invented?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether mankind would not agree,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If the universe were tuned in C.?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What was it ailed Lucindy's knee?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether folks eat folks in Feejee?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whether <i>his</i> name would end with T.?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If Saturn's rings were two or three,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And what bump in Phrenology</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They truly represented?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These problems dark, wherein they groped,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wherewith man's reason vainly coped,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Now that the spirit-world was oped,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In all humility they hoped</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Would be resolved <i>instanter</i>;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each of the miscellaneous rout</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Brought his, or her, own little doubt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And wished to pump the spirits out,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Through his, or her, own private spout,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Into his, or her decanter.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">On little toes or great toes?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If life's true seat were in the brain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did Ensign mean to marry Jane?</span><br > +<span class="i0">By whom, in fact, was Morgan slain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could matter ever suffer pain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">What would take out a cherry-stain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who picked the pocket of Seth Crane,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of Waldo precinct, State of Maine?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was Sir John Franklin sought in vain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did primitive Christians ever train?</span><br > +<span class="i0">What was the family-name of Cain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Them spoons, were they by Betty ta'en?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Would earth-worm poultice cure a sprain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was Socrates so dreadful plain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">What teamster guided Charles's wain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was Uncle Ethan mad or sane,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And could his will in force remain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If not, what counsel to retain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did Le Sage steal Gil Bias from Spain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was Junius writ by Thomas Paine?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were ducks discomforted by rain?</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>How</i> did Britannia rule the main?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was Jonas coming back again?</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 486]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was vital truth upon the wane?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did ghosts, to scare folks, drag a chain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who was our Huldah's chosen swain?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Did none have teeth pulled without payin'</span><br > +<span class="i2">Ere ether was invented?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether mankind would not agree,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If the universe were tuned in C.?</span><br > +<span class="i0">What was it ailed Lucindy's knee?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether folks eat folks in Feejee?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whether <i>his</i> name would end with T.?</span><br > +<span class="i0">If Saturn's rings were two or three,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And what bump in Phrenology</span><br > +<span class="i2">They truly represented?</span><br > +<span class="i0">These problems dark, wherein they groped,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wherewith man's reason vainly coped,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Now that the spirit-world was oped,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In all humility they hoped</span><br > +<span class="i2">Would be resolved <i>instanter</i>;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each of the miscellaneous rout</span><br > +<span class="i0">Brought his, or her, own little doubt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And wished to pump the spirits out,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Through his, or her, own private spout,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Into his, or her decanter.</span><br > </div> <h5>PART III.</h5> <p class="center smaller">WHEREIN IT IS SHOWN THAT THE MOST ARDENT -SPIRITS<br /> ARE MORE ORNAMENTAL THAN USEFUL.</p> +SPIRITS<br > ARE MORE ORNAMENTAL THAN USEFUL.</p> <div class="poem"> -<span class="i00">Many a speculating wight</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came by express-trains, day and night,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To see if Knott would "sell his right,"</span><br /> +<span class="i00">Many a speculating wight</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came by express-trains, day and night,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To see if Knott would "sell his right,"</span><br > <span class="i0">Meaning to make the ghosts a sight<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">What they call a "meenaygerie;"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One threatened, if he would not "trade,"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">His run of custom to invade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(He could not these sharp folks persuade</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That he was not, in some way, paid,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And stamp him as a plagiary,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By coming down at one fell swoop,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">What they call a "meenaygerie;"</span><br > +<span class="i0">One threatened, if he would not "trade,"</span><br > +<span class="i0">His run of custom to invade,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(He could not these sharp folks persuade</span><br > +<span class="i0">That he was not, in some way, paid,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">And stamp him as a plagiary,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By coming down at one fell swoop,</span><br > <span class="i0">With <span class="smcap">the</span> ORIGINAL <span -class="smcap">knocking troupe</span>,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Come recently from Hades,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 487]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who (for a quarter-dollar heard)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Would ne'er rap out a hasty word</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whence any blame might be incurred</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From the most fastidious ladies;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The late lamented Jesse Soule</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To stir the ghosts up with a pole</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And be director of the whole,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Who was engaged the rather</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the rare merits he'd combine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Having been in the spirit line,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which trade he only did resign,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With general applause, to shine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Awful in mail of cotton fine,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">As ghost of Hamlet's father!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Another a fair plan reveals</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Never yet hit on, which, he feels,</span><br /> +class="smcap">knocking troupe</span>,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Come recently from Hades,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 487]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who (for a quarter-dollar heard)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Would ne'er rap out a hasty word</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whence any blame might be incurred</span><br > +<span class="i2">From the most fastidious ladies;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The late lamented Jesse Soule</span><br > +<span class="i0">To stir the ghosts up with a pole</span><br > +<span class="i0">And be director of the whole,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Who was engaged the rather</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the rare merits he'd combine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Having been in the spirit line,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which trade he only did resign,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With general applause, to shine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Awful in mail of cotton fine,</span><br > +<span class="i2">As ghost of Hamlet's father!</span><br > +<span class="i0">Another a fair plan reveals</span><br > +<span class="i0">Never yet hit on, which, he feels,</span><br > <span class="i0">To Knott's religious sense appeals<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"We'll have your house set up on wheels,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A speculation pious;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For music, we can shortly find</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A barrel-organ that will grind</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Psalm-tunes—an instrument designed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For the New England tour—refined</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From secular drosses, and inclined</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To an unworldly turn, (combined</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With no sectarian bias;)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then, travelling by stages slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Under the style of Knott & Co.,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I would accompany the show</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As moral lecturer, the foe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of nationalism; you could throw</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The rappings in, and make them go</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Strict Puritan principles, you know,</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0a">"We'll have your house set up on wheels,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A speculation pious;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For music, we can shortly find</span><br > +<span class="i0">A barrel-organ that will grind</span><br > +<span class="i0">Psalm-tunes—an instrument designed</span><br > +<span class="i0">For the New England tour—refined</span><br > +<span class="i0">From secular drosses, and inclined</span><br > +<span class="i0">To an unworldly turn, (combined</span><br > +<span class="i2">With no sectarian bias;)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then, travelling by stages slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Under the style of Knott & Co.,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I would accompany the show</span><br > +<span class="i0">As moral lecturer, the foe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of nationalism; you could throw</span><br > +<span class="i0">The rappings in, and make them go</span><br > +<span class="i0">Strict Puritan principles, you know,</span><br > <span class="i0b">(How <i>do</i> you make 'em? with your toe?)</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">And the receipts which thence might flow,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">We could divide between us;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Still more attractions to combine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Beside these services of mine,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">I will throw in a very fine</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(It would do nicely for a sign)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Original Titian's Venus."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Another offered handsome fees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If Knott would get Demosthenes,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 488]</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Nay, his mere knuckles, for more ease,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To rap a few short sentences;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or if, for want of proper keys,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His Greek might make confusion,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then just to get a rap from Burke,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To recommend a little work</span><br /> -<span class="i2">On Public Elocution.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile, the spirits made replies</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">And the receipts which thence might flow,</span><br > +<span class="i2">We could divide between us;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Still more attractions to combine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Beside these services of mine,</span><br > +<span class="i0">I will throw in a very fine</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(It would do nicely for a sign)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Original Titian's Venus."</span><br > +<span class="i0">Another offered handsome fees</span><br > +<span class="i0">If Knott would get Demosthenes,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 488]</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Nay, his mere knuckles, for more ease,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">To rap a few short sentences;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or if, for want of proper keys,</span><br > +<span class="i2">His Greek might make confusion,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then just to get a rap from Burke,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To recommend a little work</span><br > +<span class="i2">On Public Elocution.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Meanwhile, the spirits made replies</span><br > <span class="i0">To all the reverent <i>whats</i> and -<i>whys</i></span><br /> -<span class="i0">Resolving doubts of every size,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And giving seekers grave and wise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who came to know their destinies,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A rap-turous reception;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When unbelievers void of grace</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came to investigate the place,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Creatures of Sadducistic race,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With grovelling intellects and base),</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They could not find the slightest trace</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To indicate deception;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Indeed, it is declared by some</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That spirits (of this sort) are glum,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Almost, or wholly, deaf and dumb,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And (out of self-respect) quite mum</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To sceptic natures cold and numb,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who of <i>this</i> kind of Kingdom Come</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Have not a just conception;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">True, there were people who demurred</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That, though the raps no doubt were heard</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Both under them and o'er them,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet, somehow, when a search they made,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They found Miss Jenny sore afraid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or Jenny's lover, Doctor Slade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Equally awe-struck and dismayed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Or Deborah, the chamber-maid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whose terrors, not to be gainsaid,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In laughs hysteric were displayed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Was always there before them;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This had its due effect with some</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who straight departed, muttering, Hum!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Transparent hoax! and Gammon!</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But these were few: believing souls</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came, day by day, in larger shoals,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As the ancients to the windy holes</span><br /> - -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 489]</span><br /> - -<span class="i0b">'Neath Delphi's tripod brought their doles,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Or to the shrine of Ammon.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">The spirits seemed exceeding tame,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Call whom you fancied, and he came;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The shades august of eldest fame</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You summoned with an awful ease;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As grosser spirits gurgled out</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From chair and table with a spout,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In Auerbach's cellar once, to flout</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The senses of the rabble rout,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where'er the gimlet twirled about</span><br /> +<i>whys</i></span><br > +<span class="i0">Resolving doubts of every size,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And giving seekers grave and wise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who came to know their destinies,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A rap-turous reception;</span><br > +<span class="i0">When unbelievers void of grace</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came to investigate the place,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Creatures of Sadducistic race,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With grovelling intellects and base),</span><br > +<span class="i0">They could not find the slightest trace</span><br > +<span class="i2">To indicate deception;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Indeed, it is declared by some</span><br > +<span class="i0">That spirits (of this sort) are glum,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Almost, or wholly, deaf and dumb,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And (out of self-respect) quite mum</span><br > +<span class="i0">To sceptic natures cold and numb,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who of <i>this</i> kind of Kingdom Come</span><br > +<span class="i2">Have not a just conception;</span><br > +<span class="i0">True, there were people who demurred</span><br > +<span class="i0">That, though the raps no doubt were heard</span><br > +<span class="i2">Both under them and o'er them,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet, somehow, when a search they made,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They found Miss Jenny sore afraid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or Jenny's lover, Doctor Slade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Equally awe-struck and dismayed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Or Deborah, the chamber-maid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whose terrors, not to be gainsaid,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In laughs hysteric were displayed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Was always there before them;</span><br > +<span class="i0">This had its due effect with some</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who straight departed, muttering, Hum!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Transparent hoax! and Gammon!</span><br > +<span class="i0">But these were few: believing souls</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came, day by day, in larger shoals,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As the ancients to the windy holes</span><br > + +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 489]</span><br > + +<span class="i0b">'Neath Delphi's tripod brought their doles,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Or to the shrine of Ammon.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">The spirits seemed exceeding tame,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Call whom you fancied, and he came;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The shades august of eldest fame</span><br > +<span class="i2">You summoned with an awful ease;</span><br > +<span class="i0">As grosser spirits gurgled out</span><br > +<span class="i0">From chair and table with a spout,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In Auerbach's cellar once, to flout</span><br > +<span class="i0">The senses of the rabble rout,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where'er the gimlet twirled about</span><br > <span class="i2">Of cunning Mephistophiles<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">So did these spirits seem in store,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Behind the wainscot or the door,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Ready to thrill the being's core</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of every enterprising bore</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With their astounding glamour;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whatever ghost one wished to hear,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">By strange coincidence, was near</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To make the past or future clear,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">(Sometimes in shocking grammar,)</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">So did these spirits seem in store,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Behind the wainscot or the door,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Ready to thrill the being's core</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of every enterprising bore</span><br > +<span class="i2">With their astounding glamour;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whatever ghost one wished to hear,</span><br > +<span class="i0">By strange coincidence, was near</span><br > +<span class="i0">To make the past or future clear,</span><br > +<span class="i2">(Sometimes in shocking grammar,)</span><br > <span class="i0">By raps and taps, now there, now here<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">It seemed as if the spirit queer</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of some departed auctioneer</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Were doomed to practise by the year</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With the spirit of his hammer;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whate'er you asked was answered, yet</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One could not very deeply get</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Into the obliging spirits' debt,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Because they used the alphabet</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In all communications,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And new revealings (though sublime)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rapped out, one letter at a time,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With boggles, hesitations,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Stoppings, beginnings o'er again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And getting matters into train,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could hardly overload the brain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With too excessive rations,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Since just to ask <i>if two and two</i></span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">It seemed as if the spirit queer</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of some departed auctioneer</span><br > +<span class="i0">Were doomed to practise by the year</span><br > +<span class="i2">With the spirit of his hammer;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whate'er you asked was answered, yet</span><br > +<span class="i0">One could not very deeply get</span><br > +<span class="i0">Into the obliging spirits' debt,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Because they used the alphabet</span><br > +<span class="i2">In all communications,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And new revealings (though sublime)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rapped out, one letter at a time,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With boggles, hesitations,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Stoppings, beginnings o'er again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And getting matters into train,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could hardly overload the brain</span><br > +<span class="i2">With too excessive rations,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Since just to ask <i>if two and two</i></span><br > <span class="i0"><i>Really make four?</i> or, <i>How d' ye -do?</i></span><br /> -<span class="i0">And get the fit replies thereto</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 490]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the tramundane rat-tat-too,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Might ask a whole day's patience.</span><br /> +do?</i></span><br > +<span class="i0">And get the fit replies thereto</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 490]</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the tramundane rat-tat-too,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Might ask a whole day's patience.</span><br > <span class="i00b">'Twas strange ('mongst other things) to find</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">In what odd sets the ghosts combined,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Happy forthwith to thump any</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Piece of intelligence inspired,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The truth whereof had been inquired</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By some one of the company;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For instance, Fielding, Mirabeau,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Orator Henley, Cicero,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Paley, John Zisca, Marivaux,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Melancthon, Robertson, Junot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Scaliger, Chesterfield, Rousseau,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hakluyt, Boccaccio, South, De Foe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Diaz, Josephus, Richard Roe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Odin, Arminius, Charles <i>le gros</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Tiresias, the late James Crow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Casabianca, Grose, Prideaux,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Old Grimes, Young Norval, Swift, Brissot,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Maimonides, the Chevalier D'O,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Socrates, Fénelon, Job, Stow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The inventor of <i>Elixir pro</i>,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Euripides, Spinoza, Poe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Confucius, Hiram Smith, and Fo,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Came (as it seemed, somewhat <i>de trop</i>)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With a disembodied Esquimaux,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To say that it was so and so,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With Franklin's expedition;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One testified to ice and snow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One that the mercury was low,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One that his progress was quite slow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One that he much desired to go,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One that the cook had frozen his toe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Dissented from by Dandolo,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Wordsworth, Cynaegirus, Boileau,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">La Hontan, and Sir Thomas Roe,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One saw twelve white bears in a row,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One saw eleven and a crow,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With other things we could not know</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Of great statistic value, though)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By our mere mortal vision.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 491]</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Sometimes the spirits made mistakes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And seemed to play at ducks and drakes</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With bold inquiry's heaviest stakes</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In science or in mystery;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They knew so little (and that wrong)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Yet rapped it out so bold and strong,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One would have said the entire throng</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had been Professors of History;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What made it odder was, that those</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who, you would naturally suppose,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Could solve a question, if they chose,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As easily as count their toes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were just the ones that blundered;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One day, Ulysses, happening down,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A reader of Sir Thomas Browne</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And who (with him) had wondered</span><br /> -<span class="i0">What song it was the Sirens sang,</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">In what odd sets the ghosts combined,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Happy forthwith to thump any</span><br > +<span class="i0">Piece of intelligence inspired,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The truth whereof had been inquired</span><br > +<span class="i2">By some one of the company;</span><br > +<span class="i0">For instance, Fielding, Mirabeau,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Orator Henley, Cicero,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Paley, John Zisca, Marivaux,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Melancthon, Robertson, Junot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Scaliger, Chesterfield, Rousseau,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hakluyt, Boccaccio, South, De Foe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Diaz, Josephus, Richard Roe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Odin, Arminius, Charles <i>le gros</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Tiresias, the late James Crow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Casabianca, Grose, Prideaux,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Old Grimes, Young Norval, Swift, Brissot,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Maimonides, the Chevalier D'O,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Socrates, Fénelon, Job, Stow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The inventor of <i>Elixir pro</i>,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Euripides, Spinoza, Poe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Confucius, Hiram Smith, and Fo,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Came (as it seemed, somewhat <i>de trop</i>)</span><br > +<span class="i0">With a disembodied Esquimaux,</span><br > +<span class="i0">To say that it was so and so,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With Franklin's expedition;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One testified to ice and snow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One that the mercury was low,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One that his progress was quite slow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One that he much desired to go,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One that the cook had frozen his toe,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Dissented from by Dandolo,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Wordsworth, Cynaegirus, Boileau,</span><br > +<span class="i0">La Hontan, and Sir Thomas Roe,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">One saw twelve white bears in a row,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One saw eleven and a crow,</span><br > +<span class="i0">With other things we could not know</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Of great statistic value, though)</span><br > +<span class="i2">By our mere mortal vision.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 491]</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Sometimes the spirits made mistakes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And seemed to play at ducks and drakes</span><br > +<span class="i0">With bold inquiry's heaviest stakes</span><br > +<span class="i2">In science or in mystery;</span><br > +<span class="i0">They knew so little (and that wrong)</span><br > +<span class="i0">Yet rapped it out so bold and strong,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One would have said the entire throng</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had been Professors of History;</span><br > +<span class="i0">What made it odder was, that those</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who, you would naturally suppose,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Could solve a question, if they chose,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As easily as count their toes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were just the ones that blundered;</span><br > +<span class="i0">One day, Ulysses, happening down,</span><br > +<span class="i0">A reader of Sir Thomas Browne</span><br > +<span class="i2">And who (with him) had wondered</span><br > +<span class="i0">What song it was the Sirens sang,</span><br > <span class="i0">Asked the shrewd Ithacan—<i>bang! -bang!</i></span><br /> -<span class="i0">With this response the chamber rang,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"I guess it was Old Hundred."</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And Franklin, being asked to name</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The reason why the lightning came,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Replied, "Because it thundered."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">On one sole point the ghosts agreed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One fearful point, than which, indeed,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nothing could seem absurder;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Poor Colonel Jones they all abused,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And finally downright accused</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The poor old man of murder;</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">'Twas thus; by dreadful raps was shown.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some spirit's longing to make known</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A bloody fact, which he alone</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Was privy to, (such ghosts more prone</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In Earth's affairs to meddle are;)</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>Who are you?</i> with awe-stricken looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">All ask: his airy knuckles he crooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And raps, "I <i>was</i> Eliab Snooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That used to be a peddler;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some on ye still are on my books!"</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Whereat, to inconspicuous nooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(More fearing this than common spooks,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Shrank each indebted meddler;</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 492]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Further the vengeful ghost declared</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That while his earthly life was spared,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">About the country he had fared,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A duly licensed follower</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Of that much-wandering trade that wins</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Slow profit from the sale of tins</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And various kinds of hollow-ware;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That Colonel Jones enticed him in,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Pretending that he wanted tin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">There slew him with a rolling-pin,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Hid him in a potatoe-bin,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And (the same night) him ferried</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Across Great Pond to t' other shore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And there, on land of Widow Moore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Just where you turn to Larkin's store,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Under a rock him buried;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Some friends (who happened, to be by)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He called upon to testify</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That what he said was not a lie,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And that he did not stir this</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Foul matter, out of any spite</span><br /> +bang!</i></span><br > +<span class="i0">With this response the chamber rang,</span><br > +<span class="i2">"I guess it was Old Hundred."</span><br > +<span class="i0">And Franklin, being asked to name</span><br > +<span class="i0">The reason why the lightning came,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Replied, "Because it thundered."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">On one sole point the ghosts agreed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One fearful point, than which, indeed,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nothing could seem absurder;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Poor Colonel Jones they all abused,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And finally downright accused</span><br > +<span class="i2">The poor old man of murder;</span><br > +<span class="i0b">'Twas thus; by dreadful raps was shown.</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some spirit's longing to make known</span><br > +<span class="i0">A bloody fact, which he alone</span><br > +<span class="i0">Was privy to, (such ghosts more prone</span><br > +<span class="i2">In Earth's affairs to meddle are;)</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>Who are you?</i> with awe-stricken looks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">All ask: his airy knuckles he crooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And raps, "I <i>was</i> Eliab Snooks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">That used to be a peddler;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some on ye still are on my books!"</span><br > +<span class="i0">Whereat, to inconspicuous nooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(More fearing this than common spooks,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Shrank each indebted meddler;</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 492]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Further the vengeful ghost declared</span><br > +<span class="i0">That while his earthly life was spared,</span><br > +<span class="i0">About the country he had fared,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A duly licensed follower</span><br > +<span class="i0">Of that much-wandering trade that wins</span><br > +<span class="i0">Slow profit from the sale of tins</span><br > +<span class="i2">And various kinds of hollow-ware;</span><br > +<span class="i0">That Colonel Jones enticed him in,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Pretending that he wanted tin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">There slew him with a rolling-pin,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Hid him in a potatoe-bin,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And (the same night) him ferried</span><br > +<span class="i0">Across Great Pond to t' other shore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And there, on land of Widow Moore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Just where you turn to Larkin's store,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Under a rock him buried;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Some friends (who happened, to be by)</span><br > +<span class="i0">He called upon to testify</span><br > +<span class="i0">That what he said was not a lie,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And that he did not stir this</span><br > +<span class="i0">Foul matter, out of any spite</span><br > <span class="i0">But from a simple love of right;<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which statements the Nine Worthies,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Rabbi Akiba, Charlemagne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Seth, Colley Cibber, General Wayne,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cambyses, Tasso, Tubal-Cain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The owner of a castle in Spain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Jehanghire, and the Widow of Nain,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(The friends aforesaid) made more plain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And by loud raps attested;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the same purport testified</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Plato, John Wilkes, and Colonel Pride</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Who knew said Snooks before he died,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Had in his wares invested,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Thought him entitled to belief</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And freely could concur, in brief,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In everything the rest did.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Eliab this occasion seized,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Distinctly here the spirit sneezed,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To say that he should ne'er be eased</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Till Jenny married whom she pleased,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Free from all checks and urgin's,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 493]</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(This spirit dropt his final g's)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that, unless Knott quickly sees</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This done, the spirits to appease,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They would come back his life to tease,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As thick as mites in ancient cheese,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And let his house on an endless lease</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To the ghosts (terrific rappers these</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And veritable Eumenides)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of the Eleven Thousand Virgins!</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Knott was perplexed and shook his head.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He did not wish his child to wed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a suspected murderer,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(For, true or false, the rumor spread)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But as for this roiled life he led,</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"It would not answer," so he said,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"To have it go no furderer."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">At last, scarce knowing what it meant,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reluctantly he gave consent</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That Jenny, since 'twas evident</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That she <i>would</i> follow her own bent,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Should make her own election.</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For that appeared the only way</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These frightful noises to allay</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which had already turned him gray</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And plunged him in dejection.</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Accordingly, this artless maid</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Her father's ordinance obeyed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, all in whitest crape arrayed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Miss Pulsifer the dresses made</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And wishes here the fact displayed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That she still carries on the trade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The third door south from Bagg's Arcade,)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A very faint "I do" essayed</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And gave her hand to Hiram Slade,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">From which time forth, the ghosts were laid,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And ne'er gave trouble after;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But the Selectmen, be it known,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Dug underneath the aforesaid stone,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where the poor peddler's corpse was thrown,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And found thereunder a jaw-bone,</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 494]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though, when the crowner sat thereon,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He nothing hatched, except alone</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Successive broods of laughter;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It was a frail and dingy thing,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In which a grinder or two did cling,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In color like molasses,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Which surgeons, called from far and wide,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Upon the horror to decide,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Having put on their glasses,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Reported thus—"To judge by looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">These bones, by some queer hooks or crooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0"><i>May</i> have belonged to Mr. Snooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">But, as men deepest-read in books</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Are perfectly aware, bones,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">If buried, fifty years or so,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Lose their identity and grow</span><br /> -<span class="i2">From human bones to bare bones."</span><br /> - -<span class="i00">Still, if to Jaalam you go down,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">You'll find two parties in the town,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">One headed by Benaiah Brown,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And one by Perez Tinkham;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The first believe the ghosts all through</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And vow that they shall never rue</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The happy chance by which they knew</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That people in Jupiter are blue,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And very fond of Irish stew,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Two curious facts which Prince Lee Boo</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Which statements the Nine Worthies,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Rabbi Akiba, Charlemagne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Seth, Colley Cibber, General Wayne,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cambyses, Tasso, Tubal-Cain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The owner of a castle in Spain,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Jehanghire, and the Widow of Nain,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(The friends aforesaid) made more plain</span><br > +<span class="i2">And by loud raps attested;</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the same purport testified</span><br > +<span class="i0">Plato, John Wilkes, and Colonel Pride</span><br > +<span class="i0">Who knew said Snooks before he died,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Had in his wares invested,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Thought him entitled to belief</span><br > +<span class="i0">And freely could concur, in brief,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In everything the rest did.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Eliab this occasion seized,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Distinctly here the spirit sneezed,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">To say that he should ne'er be eased</span><br > +<span class="i0">Till Jenny married whom she pleased,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Free from all checks and urgin's,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 493]</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(This spirit dropt his final g's)</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that, unless Knott quickly sees</span><br > +<span class="i0">This done, the spirits to appease,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They would come back his life to tease,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As thick as mites in ancient cheese,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And let his house on an endless lease</span><br > +<span class="i0">To the ghosts (terrific rappers these</span><br > +<span class="i0">And veritable Eumenides)</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of the Eleven Thousand Virgins!</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Knott was perplexed and shook his head.</span><br > +<span class="i0">He did not wish his child to wed</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a suspected murderer,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(For, true or false, the rumor spread)</span><br > +<span class="i0">But as for this roiled life he led,</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"It would not answer," so he said,</span><br > +<span class="i2">"To have it go no furderer."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">At last, scarce knowing what it meant,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reluctantly he gave consent</span><br > +<span class="i0">That Jenny, since 'twas evident</span><br > +<span class="i0">That she <i>would</i> follow her own bent,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Should make her own election.</span><br > +<span class="i0">For that appeared the only way</span><br > +<span class="i0">These frightful noises to allay</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which had already turned him gray</span><br > +<span class="i2">And plunged him in dejection.</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Accordingly, this artless maid</span><br > +<span class="i0">Her father's ordinance obeyed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, all in whitest crape arrayed,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Miss Pulsifer the dresses made</span><br > +<span class="i0">And wishes here the fact displayed</span><br > +<span class="i0">That she still carries on the trade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The third door south from Bagg's Arcade,)</span><br > +<span class="i0">A very faint "I do" essayed</span><br > +<span class="i0">And gave her hand to Hiram Slade,</span><br > +<span class="i0">From which time forth, the ghosts were laid,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And ne'er gave trouble after;</span><br > +<span class="i0">But the Selectmen, be it known,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Dug underneath the aforesaid stone,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where the poor peddler's corpse was thrown,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And found thereunder a jaw-bone,</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 494]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though, when the crowner sat thereon,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He nothing hatched, except alone</span><br > +<span class="i2">Successive broods of laughter;</span><br > +<span class="i0">It was a frail and dingy thing,</span><br > +<span class="i0">In which a grinder or two did cling,</span><br > +<span class="i2">In color like molasses,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Which surgeons, called from far and wide,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Upon the horror to decide,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Having put on their glasses,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Reported thus—"To judge by looks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">These bones, by some queer hooks or crooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0"><i>May</i> have belonged to Mr. Snooks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">But, as men deepest-read in books</span><br > +<span class="i2">Are perfectly aware, bones,</span><br > +<span class="i0">If buried, fifty years or so,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Lose their identity and grow</span><br > +<span class="i2">From human bones to bare bones."</span><br > + +<span class="i00">Still, if to Jaalam you go down,</span><br > +<span class="i0">You'll find two parties in the town,</span><br > +<span class="i0">One headed by Benaiah Brown,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And one by Perez Tinkham;</span><br > +<span class="i0">The first believe the ghosts all through</span><br > +<span class="i0">And vow that they shall never rue</span><br > +<span class="i0">The happy chance by which they knew</span><br > +<span class="i0">That people in Jupiter are blue,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And very fond of Irish stew,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Two curious facts which Prince Lee Boo</span><br > <span class="i0">Rapped clearly to a chosen few<span -style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whereas the others think 'em</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A trick got up by Doctor Slade</span><br /> -<span class="i0">With Deborah the chamber-maid</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And that sly cretur Jinny,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That all the revelations wise,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At which the Brownites made big eyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Might have been given by Jared Keyes,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A natural fool and ninny,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And, last week, didn't Eliab Snooks</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Come back with never better looks,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As sharp as new-bought mackerel hooks,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And bright as a new pin, eh?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Good Parson Wilbur, too, avers</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Though to be mixed in parish stirs</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 495]</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is worse than handling chestnut-burs)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That no case to his mind occurs</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Where spirits ever did converse</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Save in a kind of guttural Erse.</span><br /> -<span class="i2">(So say the best authorities;)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And that a charge by raps conveyed,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Should be most scrupulously weighed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And searched into, before it is</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Made public, since it may give pain</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That cannot soon be cured again,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And one word may infix a stain</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which ten cannot gloss over,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Though speaking for his private part,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">He is rejoiced with all his heart</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Miss Knott missed not her lover.</span><br /> +style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i2">Whereas the others think 'em</span><br > +<span class="i0">A trick got up by Doctor Slade</span><br > +<span class="i0">With Deborah the chamber-maid</span><br > +<span class="i2">And that sly cretur Jinny,</span><br > +<span class="i0">That all the revelations wise,</span><br > +<span class="i0">At which the Brownites made big eyes,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Might have been given by Jared Keyes,</span><br > +<span class="i2">A natural fool and ninny,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And, last week, didn't Eliab Snooks</span><br > +<span class="i0">Come back with never better looks,</span><br > +<span class="i0">As sharp as new-bought mackerel hooks,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And bright as a new pin, eh?</span><br > +<span class="i0">Good Parson Wilbur, too, avers</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Though to be mixed in parish stirs</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 495]</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is worse than handling chestnut-burs)</span><br > +<span class="i0">That no case to his mind occurs</span><br > +<span class="i0">Where spirits ever did converse</span><br > +<span class="i0">Save in a kind of guttural Erse.</span><br > +<span class="i2">(So say the best authorities;)</span><br > +<span class="i0">And that a charge by raps conveyed,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Should be most scrupulously weighed</span><br > +<span class="i2">And searched into, before it is</span><br > +<span class="i0">Made public, since it may give pain</span><br > +<span class="i0">That cannot soon be cured again,</span><br > +<span class="i0">And one word may infix a stain</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which ten cannot gloss over,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Though speaking for his private part,</span><br > +<span class="i0">He is rejoiced with all his heart</span><br > +<span class="i2">Miss Knott missed not her lover.</span><br > </div> <p class="p4"><span class="pagenum">[Pg 496]</span></p> -<p><a name="Oriental" id="Oriental"></a></p> +<p><a id="Oriental"></a></p> <div class="poem"> <h4>AN ORIENTAL APOLOGUE.</h4> <h5>I.</h5> -<span class="i02">Somewhere in India, upon a time,</span><br /> -<span class="i0b">(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse)</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Somewhere in India, upon a time,</span><br > +<span class="i0b">(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse)</span><br > <span class="i2">There dwelt two saints whose privilege -sublime</span><br /> +sublime</span><br > <span class="i0">It was to sit and watch the world grow worse,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Their only care (in that delicious clime)</span><br /> -<span class="i0">At proper intervals to pray and curse;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Pracrit the dialect each prudent brother</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Used for himself, Damnonian for the other.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Their only care (in that delicious clime)</span><br > +<span class="i0">At proper intervals to pray and curse;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Pracrit the dialect each prudent brother</span><br > +<span class="i2">Used for himself, Damnonian for the other.</span><br > <h5>II.</h5> <span class="i02">One half the time of each was spent in -praying</span><br /> -<span class="i0">For blessings on his own unworthy head,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The other half in fearfully portraying</span><br /> +praying</span><br > +<span class="i0">For blessings on his own unworthy head,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The other half in fearfully portraying</span><br > <span class="i0">Where certain folks would go when they were -dead;</span><br /> +dead;</span><br > <span class="i2">This system of exchanges—there's no -saying</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To what more solid barter 'twould have led,</span><br /> +saying</span><br > +<span class="i0">To what more solid barter 'twould have led,</span><br > <span class="i2">But that a river, vext with boils and -swellings</span><br /> +swellings</span><br > <span class="i2">At rainy times, kept peace between their -dwellings,</span><br /> +dwellings,</span><br > <h5>III.</h5> -<span class="i02">So they two played at wordy battledore</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And kept a curse forever in the air,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Flying this way or that from shore to shore;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">No other labor did this holy pair,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Clothed and supported from the lavish store</span><br /> +<span class="i02">So they two played at wordy battledore</span><br > +<span class="i0">And kept a curse forever in the air,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Flying this way or that from shore to shore;</span><br > +<span class="i0">No other labor did this holy pair,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Clothed and supported from the lavish store</span><br > <span class="i0">Which crowds lanigerous brought with daily -care;</span><br /> +care;</span><br > <span class="i2">They toiled not neither did they spin; their -bias</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Was tow'rd the harder task of being pious.</span><br /> +bias</span><br > +<span class="i2">Was tow'rd the harder task of being pious.</span><br > <h5>IV.</h5> <span class="i02">Each from his hut rushed six score times a -day,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Like a great canon of the Church full-rammed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With cartridge theologic, (so to say,)</span><br /> +day,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Like a great canon of the Church full-rammed</span><br > +<span class="i2">With cartridge theologic, (so to say,)</span><br > <span class="i0">Touched himself off, and then, recoiling, -slammed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His hovel's door behind him in a way</span><br /> +slammed</span><br > +<span class="i2">His hovel's door behind him in a way</span><br > <span class="i0">That to his foe said plainly—<i>you'll</i> be -damned;</span><br /> +damned;</span><br > <span class="i2">And so like Potts and Wainwright, shrill and -strong</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The two D—D'd each other all day long.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 497]</span><br /> +strong</span><br > +<span class="i2">The two D—D'd each other all day long.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 497]</span><br > <h5>V.</h5> -<span class="i02">One was a dancing Dervise, a Mohammedan,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The other was a Hindoo, a gymnosophist;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">One kept his whatd'yecallit and his Ramadan,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">One was a dancing Dervise, a Mohammedan,</span><br > +<span class="i0">The other was a Hindoo, a gymnosophist;</span><br > +<span class="i2">One kept his whatd'yecallit and his Ramadan,</span><br > <span class="i0">Laughing to scorn the sacred rites and laws of -his</span><br /> +his</span><br > <span class="i2">Transfluvial rival, who, in turn, called Ahmed -an</span><br /> +an</span><br > <span class="i0">Old top, and, as a clincher, shook across a -fist</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With nails six inches long, yet lifted not</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His eyes from off his navel's mystic knot.</span><br /> +fist</span><br > +<span class="i2">With nails six inches long, yet lifted not</span><br > +<span class="i2">His eyes from off his navel's mystic knot.</span><br > <h5>VI.</h5> <span class="i02">"Who whirls not round six thousand times an -hour</span><br /> +hour</span><br > <span class="i0">Will go," screamed Ahmed, "to the evil place;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">May he eat dirt, and may the dog and Giaour</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Defile the graves of him and all his race;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">May he eat dirt, and may the dog and Giaour</span><br > +<span class="i0">Defile the graves of him and all his race;</span><br > <span class="i2">Allah loves faithful souls and gives them -power</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To spin till they are purple in the face;</span><br /> +power</span><br > +<span class="i0">To spin till they are purple in the face;</span><br > <span class="i2">Some folks get you know what, but he that pure -is</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Earns Paradise and ninety thousand houries."</span><br /> +is</span><br > +<span class="i2">Earns Paradise and ninety thousand houries."</span><br > <h5>VII.</h5> -<span class="i02">"Upon the silver mountain, South by East,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sits Brahma fed upon the sacred bean;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"Upon the silver mountain, South by East,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sits Brahma fed upon the sacred bean;</span><br > <span class="i2">He loves those men whose nails are still -increased,</span><br /> +increased,</span><br > <span class="i0">Who all their lives keep ugly, foul and lean;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">'Tis of his grace that not a bird or beast</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Adorned with claws like mine was ever seen;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">'Tis of his grace that not a bird or beast</span><br > +<span class="i0">Adorned with claws like mine was ever seen;</span><br > <span class="i2">The suns and stars are Brahma's thoughts -divine</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Even as these trees I seem to see are mine."</span><br /> +divine</span><br > +<span class="i2">Even as these trees I seem to see are mine."</span><br > <h5>VIII.</h5> <span class="i02">"Thou seem'st to see, indeed!" roared Ahmed -back.</span><br /> -<span class="i0a">"Were I but once across this plaguy stream,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">With a stout sapling in my hand, one whack</span><br /> +back.</span><br > +<span class="i0a">"Were I but once across this plaguy stream,</span><br > +<span class="i2">With a stout sapling in my hand, one whack</span><br > <span class="i0">On those lank ribs would rid thee of that -Dream!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Thy Brahma-blasphemy is ipecac</span><br /> +Dream!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Thy Brahma-blasphemy is ipecac</span><br > <span class="i0">To my soul's stomach; could'st thou grasp the -scheme</span><br /> +scheme</span><br > <span class="i2">Of true redemption, thou would'st know that -Deity</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Whirls by a kind of blessed spontaneity.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 498]</span><br /> +Deity</span><br > +<span class="i2">Whirls by a kind of blessed spontaneity.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 498]</span><br > <h5>IX.</h5> <span class="i02">"And this it is which keeps our earth here -going</span><br /> +going</span><br > <span class="i0">With all the stars."—"O, vile! but there's a -place</span><br /> +place</span><br > <span class="i2">Prepared for such; to think of Brahma -throwing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Worlds like a juggler's balls up into Space!</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Why, not so much as a smooth lotos blowing</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Is e'er allowed that silence to efface</span><br /> +throwing</span><br > +<span class="i0">Worlds like a juggler's balls up into Space!</span><br > +<span class="i2">Why, not so much as a smooth lotos blowing</span><br > +<span class="i0">Is e'er allowed that silence to efface</span><br > <span class="i2">Which broods around Brahma, and our earth, 'tis -known,</span><br /> +known,</span><br > <span class="i2">Rests on a tortoise, moveless as this stone."</span> -<br /> +<br > <h5>X.</h5> -<span class="i02">So they kept up their banning amebean,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">When suddenly came floating down the stream</span><br /> -<span class="i2">A youth whose face like an incarnate pæan</span><br /> +<span class="i02">So they kept up their banning amebean,</span><br > +<span class="i0">When suddenly came floating down the stream</span><br > +<span class="i2">A youth whose face like an incarnate pæan</span><br > <span class="i0">Glowed, 'twas so full of grandeur and of -gleam;</span><br /> +gleam;</span><br > <span class="i2">"If there <i>be</i> gods, then, doubtless, this must be -one."</span><br /> +one."</span><br > <span class="i0">Thought both at once, and then began to -scream,</span><br /> +scream,</span><br > <span class="i2">"Surely, whate'er immortals know, thou -knowest,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Decide between us twain before thou goest!"</span><br /> +knowest,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Decide between us twain before thou goest!"</span><br > <h5>XI.</h5> -<span class="i02">The youth was drifting in a slim canoe</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Most like a huge white waterlily's petal,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But neither of our theologians knew</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The youth was drifting in a slim canoe</span><br > +<span class="i0">Most like a huge white waterlily's petal,</span><br > +<span class="i2">But neither of our theologians knew</span><br > <span class="i0">Whereof 'twas made; whether of heavenly metal</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">Unknown, or of a vast pearl split in two</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">Unknown, or of a vast pearl split in two</span><br > <span class="i0">And hollowed, was a point they could not -settle;</span><br /> +settle;</span><br > <span class="i2">'Twas good debate-seed, though, and bore large -fruit</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In after years of many a tart dispute.</span><br /> +fruit</span><br > +<span class="i2">In after years of many a tart dispute.</span><br > <h5>XII.</h5> <span class="i02">There were no wings upon the stranger's -shoulders</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And yet he seemed so capable of rising</span><br /> +shoulders</span><br > +<span class="i0">And yet he seemed so capable of rising</span><br > <span class="i2">That, had he soared like thistledown, -beholders</span><br /> +beholders</span><br > <span class="i0">Had thought the circumstance noways -surprising;</span><br /> +surprising;</span><br > <span class="i2">Enough that he remained, and, when the -scolders</span><br /> +scolders</span><br > <span class="i0">Hailed him as umpire in their vocal -prize-ring,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The painter of his boat he lightly threw</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Around a lotos-stem, and brought her to.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 499]</span><br /> +prize-ring,</span><br > +<span class="i2">The painter of his boat he lightly threw</span><br > +<span class="i2">Around a lotos-stem, and brought her to.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 499]</span><br > <h5>XIII.</h5> -<span class="i02">The strange youth had a look as if he might</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Have trod far planets where the atmosphere,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The strange youth had a look as if he might</span><br > +<span class="i0">Have trod far planets where the atmosphere,</span><br > <span class="i2b">(Of nobler temper) steeps the face with -light,</span><br /> +light,</span><br > <span class="i0">Just as our skins are tanned and freckled -here;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">His air was that of a cosmopolite</span><br /> -<span class="i0">In the wide universe from sphere to sphere;</span><br /> +here;</span><br > +<span class="i2">His air was that of a cosmopolite</span><br > +<span class="i0">In the wide universe from sphere to sphere;</span><br > <span class="i2">Perhaps he was (his face had such grave -beauty)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">An officer of Saturn's guards off duty.</span><br /> +beauty)</span><br > +<span class="i2">An officer of Saturn's guards off duty.</span><br > <h5>XIV.</h5> <span class="i02">Both saints began to unfold their tales at -once,</span><br /> +once,</span><br > <span class="i0">Both wished their tales, like simial ones, -prehensile,</span><br /> +prehensile,</span><br > <span class="i2">That they might seize his ear; <i>fool!</i> -<i>knave!</i> and <i>dunce!</i></span><br /> +<i>knave!</i> and <i>dunce!</i></span><br > <span class="i0">Flew zigzag back and forth, like strokes of -pencil</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In a child's fingers; voluble as duns,</span><br /> +pencil</span><br > +<span class="i2">In a child's fingers; voluble as duns,</span><br > <span class="i0">They jabbered like the stones on that immense -hill</span><br /> -<span class="i2">In the Arabian Nights; until the stranger</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Began to think his ear-drum in some danger.</span><br /> +hill</span><br > +<span class="i2">In the Arabian Nights; until the stranger</span><br > +<span class="i2">Began to think his ear-drum in some danger.</span><br > <h5>XV.</h5> -<span class="i02">In general those who nothing have to say</span><br /> +<span class="i02">In general those who nothing have to say</span><br > <span class="i0">Contrive to spend the longest time in doing -it;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They turn and vary it in every way,</span><br /> +it;</span><br > +<span class="i2">They turn and vary it in every way,</span><br > <span class="i0">Hashing it, stewing it, mincing it, <i>ragouting</i> -it;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sometimes they keep it purposely at bay,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Then let it slip to be again pursuing it;</span><br /> +it;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sometimes they keep it purposely at bay,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Then let it slip to be again pursuing it;</span><br > <span class="i2">They drone it, groan it, whisper it and shout -it,</span><br /> +it,</span><br > <span class="i2">Refute it, flout it, swear to't, prove it, doubt -it.</span><br /> +it.</span><br > <h5>XVI.</h5> <span class="i02">Our saints had practised for some thirty -years;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Their talk, beginning with a single stem,</span><br /> +years;</span><br > +<span class="i0">Their talk, beginning with a single stem,</span><br > <span class="i2">Spread like a banyan, sending down live -piers,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Colonies of digression, and, in them,</span><br /> +piers,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Colonies of digression, and, in them,</span><br > <span class="i2">Germs of yet new migrations; once by the -ears,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">They could convey damnation in a hem,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And blow the pitch of premise-priming off</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Long syllogistic batteries, with a cough.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 500]</span><br /> +ears,</span><br > +<span class="i0">They could convey damnation in a hem,</span><br > +<span class="i2">And blow the pitch of premise-priming off</span><br > +<span class="i2">Long syllogistic batteries, with a cough.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 500]</span><br > <h5>XVII.</h5> -<span class="i02">Each had a theory that the human ear</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A providential tunnel was, which led</span><br /> -<span class="i2">To a huge vacuum, (and surely here</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Each had a theory that the human ear</span><br > +<span class="i0">A providential tunnel was, which led</span><br > +<span class="i2">To a huge vacuum, (and surely here</span><br > <span class="i0">They showed some knowledge of the general -head,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">For cant to be decanted through, a mere</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Auricular canal or raceway to be fed</span><br /> +head,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">For cant to be decanted through, a mere</span><br > +<span class="i0">Auricular canal or raceway to be fed</span><br > <span class="i2">All day and night, in sunshine and in shower,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">From their vast heads of -milk-and-water-power.</span><br /> +milk-and-water-power.</span><br > <h5>XVIII.</h5> -<span class="i02">The present being a peculiar case,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Each with unwonted zeal the other scouted,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Put his spurred hobby through its very pace,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">The present being a peculiar case,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Each with unwonted zeal the other scouted,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Put his spurred hobby through its very pace,</span><br > <span class="i0g">Pished, pshawed, poohed, horribled, bahed, jeered, -sneered, flouted,</span><br /> +sneered, flouted,</span><br > <span class="i2">Sniffed, nonsensed, infideled, fudged, with his -face</span><br /> +face</span><br > <span class="i0">Looked scorn too nicely shaded, to be -shouted,</span><br /> +shouted,</span><br > <span class="i2">And, with each inch of person and of vesture,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i2">Contrived to hint some most disdainful -gesture.</span><br /> +gesture.</span><br > <h5>XIX.</h5> <span class="i02">At length, when their breath's end was come -about,</span><br /> +about,</span><br > <span class="i0">And both could, now and then, just gasp -"impostor!"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Holding their heads thrust menacingly out,</span><br /> +"impostor!"</span><br > +<span class="i2">Holding their heads thrust menacingly out,</span><br > <span class="i0">As staggering cocks keep up their fighting -posture,</span><br /> +posture,</span><br > <span class="i2">The stranger smiled and said, "Beyond a doubt</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0b">'Tis fortunate, my friends, that you have lost -your</span><br /> -<span class="i2">United parts of speech, or it had been</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Impossible for me to get between.</span><br /> +your</span><br > +<span class="i2">United parts of speech, or it had been</span><br > +<span class="i2">Impossible for me to get between.</span><br > <h5>XX.</h5> <span class="i02">"Produce! says Nature,—what have you -produced?</span><br /> -<span class="i0">A new straitwaistcoat for the human mind;</span><br /> +produced?</span><br > +<span class="i0">A new straitwaistcoat for the human mind;</span><br > <span class="i2">Are you not limbed, nerved, jointed, arteried, -juiced</span><br /> -<span class="i0">As other men? yet, faithless to your kind,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Rather like noxious insects you are used</span><br /> +juiced</span><br > +<span class="i0">As other men? yet, faithless to your kind,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Rather like noxious insects you are used</span><br > <span class="i0">To puncture life's fair fruit, beneath the -rind</span><br /> +rind</span><br > <span class="i2">Laying your creed-eggs whence in time there -spring</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 501]</span><br /> +spring</span><br > +<span class="i2">Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 501]</span><br > <h5>XXI.</h5> <span class="i02">"Work! you have no conception how 'twill -sweeten</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your views of Life and Nature, God and Man;</span><br /> +sweeten</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your views of Life and Nature, God and Man;</span><br > <span class="i2">Had you been forced to earn what you have -eaten,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Your heaven had shown a less dyspeptic plan;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">At present your whole function is to eat ten</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And talk ten times as rapidly as you can;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Were your shape true to cosmogonic laws,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">You would be nothing but a pair of jaws.</span><br /> +eaten,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Your heaven had shown a less dyspeptic plan;</span><br > +<span class="i2">At present your whole function is to eat ten</span><br > +<span class="i0">And talk ten times as rapidly as you can;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Were your shape true to cosmogonic laws,</span><br > +<span class="i2">You would be nothing but a pair of jaws.</span><br > <h5>XXII.</h5> -<span class="i02">"Of all the useless beings in creation</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The earth could spare most easily you bakers</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"Of all the useless beings in creation</span><br > +<span class="i0">The earth could spare most easily you bakers</span><br > <span class="i2">Of little clay gods, formed in shape and -fashion</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Precisely in the image of their makers;</span><br /> +fashion</span><br > +<span class="i0">Precisely in the image of their makers;</span><br > <span class="i2">Why, it would almost move a saint to passion,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">To see these blind and deaf, the hourly -breakers</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of God's own image in their brother men,</span><br /> +breakers</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of God's own image in their brother men,</span><br > <span class="i2">Set themselves up to tell the how, where, -when,</span><br /> +when,</span><br > <h5>XXIII.</h5> <span class="i02">"Of God's existence; one's digestion's -worse<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br /> -<span class="i0">So makes a god of vengeance and of blood;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Another—but no matter, they reverse</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Creation's plan, out of their own vile mud</span><br /> +worse<span style="white-space:nowrap;">—</span></span><br > +<span class="i0">So makes a god of vengeance and of blood;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Another—but no matter, they reverse</span><br > +<span class="i0">Creation's plan, out of their own vile mud</span><br > <span class="i2">Pat up a god, and burn, drown, hang, or curse</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Whoever worships not; each keeps his stud</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Whoever worships not; each keeps his stud</span><br > <span class="i2">Of texts which wait with saddle on and bridle</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">To hunt down atheists to their ugly idol.</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">To hunt down atheists to their ugly idol.</span><br > <h5>XXIV.</h5> <span class="i02">"This, I perceive, has been your occupation;</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">You should have been more usefully employed;</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">You should have been more usefully employed;</span><br > <span class="i2">All men are bound to earn their daily ration,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Where States make not that primal contract -void</span><br /> -<span class="i2">By cramps and limits; simple devastation</span><br /> +void</span><br > +<span class="i2">By cramps and limits; simple devastation</span><br > <span class="i0">Is the worm's task, and what he has destroyed</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">His monument; creating is man's work</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">His monument; creating is man's work</span><br > <span class="i2">And that, too, something more than mist and -murk."</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 502]</span><br /> +murk."</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 502]</span><br > <h5>XXV.</h5> -<span class="i02">So having said, the youth was seen no more,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">So having said, the youth was seen no more,</span><br > <span class="i0">And straightway our sage Brahmin, the -philosopher,</span><br /> +philosopher,</span><br > <span class="i2">Cried, "That was aimed at thee, thou endless -bore,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Idle and useless as the growth of moss over</span><br /> +bore,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Idle and useless as the growth of moss over</span><br > <span class="i2">A rotting tree-trunk!" "I would square that -score</span><br /> +score</span><br > <span class="i0">Full soon," replied the Dervise, "could I cross -over</span><br /> +over</span><br > <span class="i2">And catch thee by the beard! Thy nails I'd -trim</span><br /> -<span class="i2">And make thee work, as was advised by him."</span><br /> +trim</span><br > +<span class="i2">And make thee work, as was advised by him."</span><br > <h5>XXVI.</h5> -<span class="i02">"Work? Am I not at work from morn till night</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sounding the deeps of oracles umbilical</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Which for man's guidance never come to light,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"Work? Am I not at work from morn till night</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sounding the deeps of oracles umbilical</span><br > +<span class="i2">Which for man's guidance never come to light,</span><br > <span class="i0">With all their various aptitudes, until I -call?"</span><br /> -<span class="i2">"And I, do I not twirl from left to right</span><br /> +call?"</span><br > +<span class="i2">"And I, do I not twirl from left to right</span><br > <span class="i0">For conscience' sake? Is that no work? Thou silly -gull,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">He had thee in his eye; 'twas Gabriel</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Sent to reward my faith, I know him well."</span><br /> +gull,</span><br > +<span class="i2">He had thee in his eye; 'twas Gabriel</span><br > +<span class="i2">Sent to reward my faith, I know him well."</span><br > <h5>XXVII.</h5> -<span class="i02">"'Twas Vishnu, thou vile whirligig!" and so</span><br /> -<span class="i0">The good old quarrel was begun anew;</span><br /> +<span class="i02">"'Twas Vishnu, thou vile whirligig!" and so</span><br > +<span class="i0">The good old quarrel was begun anew;</span><br > <span class="i2">One would have sworn the sky was black as -sloe,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Had but the other darned to call it blue;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Nor were the followers who fed them slow</span><br /> -<span class="i0">To treat each other with their curses, too,</span><br /> +sloe,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Had but the other darned to call it blue;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Nor were the followers who fed them slow</span><br > +<span class="i0">To treat each other with their curses, too,</span><br > <span class="i2">Each hating t'other (moves it tears or -laughter?)</span><br /> +laughter?)</span><br > <span class="i2">Because he thought him sure of hell -hereafter.</span><br /> +hereafter.</span><br > <h5>XXVIII.</h5> -<span class="i02">At last some genius built a bridge of boats</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Over the stream, and Ahmed's zealots filed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Across, upon a mission to (cut throats</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And) spread religion pure and undefiled;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">They sowed the propagandist's wildest oats,</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Cutting off all, down to the smallest child,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">At last some genius built a bridge of boats</span><br > +<span class="i0">Over the stream, and Ahmed's zealots filed</span><br > +<span class="i2">Across, upon a mission to (cut throats</span><br > +<span class="i0">And) spread religion pure and undefiled;</span><br > +<span class="i2">They sowed the propagandist's wildest oats,</span><br > +<span class="i0">Cutting off all, down to the smallest child,</span><br > <span class="i2">And came back, giving thanks for such fat -mercies,</span><br /> +mercies,</span><br > <span class="i2">To find their harvest gone past prayers or -curses.</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum">[Pg 503]</span><br /> +curses.</span><br > +<span class="pagenum">[Pg 503]</span><br > <h5>XXIX.</h5> <span class="i02">All gone except their saint's religious hops,</span> -<br /> +<br > <span class="i0">Which he kept up with more than common -flourish;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But these, however satisfying crops</span><br /> +flourish;</span><br > +<span class="i2">But these, however satisfying crops</span><br > <span class="i0">For the inner man, were not enough to nourish</span> -<br /> -<span class="i2">The body politic, which quickly drops</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i2">The body politic, which quickly drops</span><br > <span class="i0">Reserve in such sad juncture, and turns -currish;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">So Ahmed soon got cursed for all the famine</span><br /> +currish;</span><br > +<span class="i2">So Ahmed soon got cursed for all the famine</span><br > <span class="i2">Where'er the popular voice could edge a damn -in.</span><br /> +in.</span><br > <h5>XXX.</h5> -<span class="i02">At first he pledged a miracle quite boldly,</span><br /> +<span class="i02">At first he pledged a miracle quite boldly,</span><br > <span class="i0">And, for a day or two, they growled and -waited:</span><br /> -<span class="i2">But, finding that this kind of manna coldly</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Sat on their stomachs, they ere long berated</span><br /> +waited:</span><br > +<span class="i2">But, finding that this kind of manna coldly</span><br > +<span class="i0">Sat on their stomachs, they ere long berated</span><br > <span class="i2">The saint for still persisting in that old -lie,</span><br /> +lie,</span><br > <span class="i0">Till soon the whole machine of saintship -grated,</span><br /> +grated,</span><br > <span class="i2">Ran slow, creaked, stopped, and, wishing him in -Tophet,</span><br /> +Tophet,</span><br > <span class="i2">They gathered strength enough to stone the -prophet.</span><br /> +prophet.</span><br > <h5>XXXI.</h5> <span class="i02">Some stronger ones contrived, (by eating -leather,</span><br /> +leather,</span><br > <span class="i0">Their weaker friends, and one thing or -another,)</span><br /> -<span class="i2">The winter months of scarcity to weather;</span><br /> +another,)</span><br > +<span class="i2">The winter months of scarcity to weather;</span><br > <span class="i0">Among these was the late saint's younger -brother,</span><br /> +brother,</span><br > <span class="i2">Who, in the spring, collecting them together,</span> -<br /> -<span class="i0">Persuaded them that Ahmed's holy pother</span><br /> +<br > +<span class="i0">Persuaded them that Ahmed's holy pother</span><br > <span class="i2">Had wrought in their behalf, and that the -place</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of Saint should be continued to his race.</span><br /> +place</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of Saint should be continued to his race.</span><br > <h5>XXXII.</h5> -<span class="i02">Accordingly 'twas settled on the spot</span><br /> -<span class="i0">That Allah favored that peculiar breed;</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Beside, as all were satisfied, 'twould not</span><br /> -<span class="i0">Be quite respectable to have the need</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Of public spiritual food forgot;</span><br /> -<span class="i0">And so the tribe, with proper forms decreed</span><br /> -<span class="i2">That he, and, failing him, his next of kin,</span><br /> -<span class="i2">Forever for the people's good should spin.</span><br /> +<span class="i02">Accordingly 'twas settled on the spot</span><br > +<span class="i0">That Allah favored that peculiar breed;</span><br > +<span class="i2">Beside, as all were satisfied, 'twould not</span><br > +<span class="i0">Be quite respectable to have the need</span><br > +<span class="i2">Of public spiritual food forgot;</span><br > +<span class="i0">And so the tribe, with proper forms decreed</span><br > +<span class="i2">That he, and, failing him, his next of kin,</span><br > +<span class="i2">Forever for the people's good should spin.</span><br > </div> <p class="p4"></p> |