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 PEOYERBIAL PHILOSOPHI 
 
 A BOOK OF 
 
 THOUGHTS AND ARGUMENTS, 
 
 ORIGINALLY TREATED. 
 
 ALSO, 
 
 A THOUSAND LINES, AND OTHER POEMS, 
 
 BY 
 
 MARTIN FAEQUHAR TUPPER, A.M.,F.R.S., 
 
 OF CnRISTCIITJRCII, OXFORD, 
 ATTDCR OF "THE CROCK OF GOLD," ETC. 
 
 Sfivst anU Scconti Scvfea. 
 
 LATEST AMERICAN EDITION. 
 
 AUBURN : 
 ALDEN & MARKHAM, PUBLISHERiS. 
 
 No. 07 OENESEK-STREET, 
 1848. 
 
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 CONTENTS, 
 
 FIRST SERIES 
 
 Prefatory, 
 
 The Words of Wisdom, 
 
 Of Trath in Things False, 
 
 Of Anticipation, 
 
 Of Hidden Uses, 
 
 Of Compensation, 
 
 Of Indirect Influences, . 
 
 Of Memoiy, 
 
 The Dream of Ambition, 
 
 Of Subjection, 
 
 Of Rest, 
 
 Of Humility, 
 
 Of Pride, 
 
 Of Experience, 
 
 Of Estimating Character, 
 
 Of Hatred and Anger, 
 
 Of Good in Tilings Eril. 
 
 Of Prayer, . 
 
 The Lord's Prayer, 
 
 Of Discretion, 
 
 Of Trifles, 
 
 Of Recreation, 
 
 The Train of Religion, 
 
 Of a Trinity, 
 
 Of Thinking, . 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Of Speaking, 
 
 Of Reading, 
 
 Of Writing, . 
 
 Of Wealth, 
 
 Of Invention, 
 
 Of Ridicule, 
 
 Of Commendation, . 
 
 Of Self- Acquaintance, 
 
 Of CiTielty to Animals, 
 
 Of Friendship, . 
 
 Of Love, 
 
 Of Marriage, 
 
 Of Education, 
 
 Of Tolerance, , 
 
 Of Sorrow, . 
 
 Of Joy, 
 
 Notes, 
 
 Introductoiy, . 
 
 Of Cheerfiilness, 
 Of Yesterday, 
 OfTo-Day, . . ■ 
 
 Of To-Morrow, . ^ 
 Of Authorship, . . ^ 
 
 Of Mystery, , . f 
 
 Of Gifts, . . ^ 
 
 Of Beauty, . . f 
 
 Of Fame, . . '- 
 
 Of Flattery, . • F 
 
 Of Neglect. . , :g 
 
 Of Contentment, . ^ 
 
 SECOND SERIES
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Of Life, . 
 Of Death, . 
 Of Immortality, . 
 Of Ideas, . 
 Of Names, 
 Of Things, . 
 Of Faith, 
 Of Honesty, . 
 Of Society, 
 Of Solitude, . 
 The End, 
 Notes, 
 
 
 
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 A THOUSAND LINES 
 
 Prologue, 
 
 Sloth, 
 
 Activity, 
 
 Adventure, . 
 
 The Song of Sixteen, 
 
 Forty, 
 
 The Song of Seventy, . 
 
 Nature's Nobleman, . 
 
 Never Give Up, 
 
 The Sun, . 
 
 The Moon, 
 
 The Stars (I.), 
 
 The Stars (II.), 
 
 Forgive and Forget, . 
 
 My IVIind to Me a Kingdom la. 
 
 Tarring Church, 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Sonnet, on a Birth, . 
 Duty, . 
 
 Counsel, . . . 
 
 Home, . 
 
 Byegones, . . 
 
 Rule Britannia, , , 
 
 The Emigrant Ship, 
 The Assurance of Horace, 
 The Assurance of Ovid, 
 Post-Letters, 
 Society, . , 
 
 On an Infant, 
 Epilogue, 
 
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 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 FIRST SERIES.
 
 PJiOVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 PREFATORY. 
 
 Thotj'GHTS; that liave tarried in my mind, and peopled its inner chambers, 
 The sober children of reason, or desultory train of fancy ; 
 Clear running wine of conviction, with the scum and the lees of specu- 
 lation ; 
 Corn from the sheaves of Science, with stubble from mine own garner ; 
 iSearcliings after Trutli, that have traclved lier secret lodes, 
 And come up again to the surface-world with a kuovvledgc grounded 
 
 deeper ; 
 Arguments of high scope, that have soared to the keystone of heaven, 
 And thence have swooped to their certain mark, as the falcon to its quarry ; 
 The fruits I have gathered of prudence, the ripened harvest of my musings, 
 These commend I unto thee, O docile scholar of Wisdom, 
 These I give to thy gentle heart, thou lover of the right. 
 
 What though a guilty man renew that hallowed theme. 
 And strike with feebler hand the harp of Sirach's son ? 
 What, though a youthful tongue take up that ancient parable. 
 And utter faintly forth dark sayings as of old ? 
 
 Sweet is the virgin honey, though the wild bee have stored it in a reed ; 
 And bright the jewelled band, that circleth an Etiiiop's arm ; 
 Pure are the grains of gold in the turbid stream of Ganges, 
 And fair the living flowers, that spring from the dull cold sod. 
 Wherefore, thou gentle student, bend tliine ear to my speech, 
 For I also am as thou art ; our hearts can commune together ; 
 To meanest matters will I stoop, for mean is the lot of mortal ; 
 I will rise to noblest themes, for the soul hath an heritiige of glory : 
 
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 10 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The passions of puny man ; the majestic characters of God ; 
 
 The feverisli shadows of time, and the miglity substance of eternity. 
 
 Commend thy mind unto candour, and grudge not as though thou hadst a 
 
 teacher, 
 Nor scorn angelic Truth for tiic sake of lier evil herald ; 
 Heed not him, but hear his words, and care not whence they come ; 
 The viewless winds might whisper them, the billows roar them forth, 
 The mean unconscious sedge sigh them in the ear of evening, 
 Or the mind of pride conceive, and the mouth of folly speak them. 
 Lo now, I stand not forth laying hold on spear and buckler, 
 I come a man of peace, to comfort, not to combat ; 
 With soft persuasive speech to charm thy patient ear, 
 Giving the hand of fellowship, acknov/ledging the heart of sympathy : 
 Let us walk togetlier as friends in the shaded paths of meditation, 
 Nor judgment set his seal until he hath poised his balance ; 
 That tlie chastenings of mild reproof may meet unwitting error, 
 And charity not be a stranger at the board that is spread for brothers.
 
 THE WORDS OF WISDOM. 
 
 Few and precious are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter : 
 
 To wliat shall their rarity be hkened ? What price shall count their worth? 
 
 Perfect and mucli to be desired, and giving joy with riches, 
 
 No lovely thing on earth can picture tdl their beauty. 
 
 They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen waters of 
 
 Oblivion. 
 Which Diligence loveth to gather, and hang round the neck of Memory ; 
 They be white-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from tlie islands of the 
 
 blessed. 
 Which Thought carefully tendetii, in the kindly garden of the heart ; 
 They be sproutings of an harvest for eternity, bursting through the tilth of 
 
 time, 
 Green promise of the golden wheat, that yieldeth angels' food ; 
 They be drops of the crj'stal dew, which the wings of seraphs scatter, 
 When on some brighter Sabbath, their plumes cpaiver most with delight ; 
 Such, and so precious, are the words which tlie lips of Wisdom utter. 
 
 Yet more, for the half is not said, of their might, and dignity, and value ; 
 For live-giving be they and glorious, redolent of sanctity and heaven : 
 As the fumes of hallowed incense, that veil tlje throne of the Most High ; 
 As the beaded bubbles tiiat sparkle on the rim of the cup of Immortality ; 
 As wreaths of the rainbow spray, from the pure cataracts of Truth. 
 Such, and so precious, are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter. 
 
 Yet once again, loving student, suffer the praises of thy teacher. 
 For verily the sun of the mind, and the hfe of the heart, is Wisdom: 
 She is pure and full of light, crowning gray hairs with lustre, 
 And kindling the eye of youth with a fire not its own ; 
 And her words, whereunto canst thou liken them ? for earth cannot show 
 their peers :
 
 13 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 They be grains of the diamond sand, the radiant floor of heaven, 
 
 Rising in sunny dust behind the cliariot of God ; , 
 
 They be flashes of the day-spring from on high, shed from the windows 
 
 of the skies ; 
 They be streams of Hving waters, fresh from the foimtjun of InteUigence ; 
 Such and so precious, are the words which the hps of Wisdom utter. 
 
 For these shall guide thee well, and guard thee on thy way ; 
 
 And wanting all beside, with these shalt thou be rich : 
 
 Though all around be woe, these shall make thee happy ; 
 
 Though all within be pain, these shall bring thee health ; 
 
 Thy good shall grow into ripeness, thine e\dl wither and decay, 
 
 And Wisdom's words shall sweetly charm thy doubtful into virtues : 
 
 Meanness shall then be frugal care ; where shame was, thou art modest ; 
 
 Cowardice riseth into caution, rashness is sobered into courage ; 
 
 The WTathful spirit, rendering a reason, standeth justified in anger 
 
 The idle hand halh fair excuse, propping the tlioughtful foreliead. 
 
 Life shall have no labyrinth but ihy steps can track it, 
 
 For thou hast a silken clue, to lead thee throiigli the darkness : 
 
 The rampant Minotaur of ignorance sliall peri^li at thy coming. 
 
 And thine enfrancliiscd fellows hail thy white victorious sails. (') 
 
 Wherefore, friend and scholar, liear the words of Wisdom ; 
 
 Whether she speaketli to thy soul in the full chords of revelation ; 
 
 In the teaching earth, or air, or sea ; in the still melodies of thought, 
 
 Or, haply, in the humbler strains that wowld detain thee here. 
 
 OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 
 
 Error is a hardy plant ; it flourisheth in every soil ; 
 In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish ; 
 For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of trutli ; 
 Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some -wholesome use : 
 And the just man, enamoured of the right, is blinded by the speciousness 
 
 of \vrong. 
 And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content to overlook the harm- 
 On all things created remaineth the half-eflaced signatiure of God,
 
 OF TRUTH IN THINGS FALSE. 13 
 
 Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption : 
 And if error cometli in hke a flood, it mixetli with streams of truth, 
 And the Adversary loveth to have it so, for thereby many are decoyed. 
 Providence is dark in its permissions ; yet one day, wlien all is known. 
 The universe of reason shall acknowledge how just and good were they r. 
 For the wise man leaneth on his \\'isdom, and tlie righteous trustetli to his 
 
 righteousness, 
 And those who thirst for independence, are suffered to drink of disappoint- 
 ment. 
 Wherefore ?— 'to prove and humble them; and to -teach the idolaters of 
 
 truth. 
 That it is but the ladder unto Him, on whom only they sJiouM. Irust. 
 
 There is truth in the wildest scheme that imSiginative heat hatJvf engen^ 
 
 dered. 
 And a man may gatlier somewhat from the crudest theories of fancy : 
 The alchemist laboureth in folly, but catcheth chance gleams of wisdonu 
 And findeth out mimy inventions, though his crucible breed not gold ; 
 The sinner, toying witli witchcraft, tliinJcetli to delude his fellows. 
 But there be very spirits of evil, and what if they come at his bidding; 
 He is a bold bad man who dareth to tiimper with the dead ; 
 For their whereabout lieth in a mysteiy— that v'estibule leading to Eternity, 
 The waiting-room for unclad ghosts, before the pi-esence-chamber of their 
 
 King : 
 Mind may act upon mind, tliougli liodies be far divided >' 
 For the life is in the blood, but souls communicate unseen • 
 And the heat of an excited intellect, radiating to its fellows, 
 Dotli kindle dry leaves afar off', while the green wood arouud ''■ '^ "'*" 
 
 wanned. 
 Tlie dog may liave a spirit as well as his brutal master ; 
 A spirit to Uve in happiness ; for wliy should he be robbed of his existence ') 
 Hatli he not a conscience of evil, a gUmmer of moral sense, 
 Love and hatred, courage and fear, and visible shame and pride ? 
 There may be a future rest for tlie patient victiuis of the cruel ; 
 And a season allotted for their bliss, to compensate for unjust sull'eringi. 
 Spurn not at seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth ;■ 
 And beware of seeming truths, that grow on the roots of error : 
 For comely are the apples that spring from tlie Dead Sea's cursed shore :■ 
 But within are they dust and ashes, and the hand that plucked them shall 
 
 rue it.
 
 1-* PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 A frequent fimilar effect argiicth a constant cause : 
 Yet who hath counted the links that bind an omen to its issue ? 
 Who hath expounded the law that rendereth calamities gregarious, 
 I^ressing down with yet more woes the heavy-laden mourner ? 
 Wlio knoweth wherefore a monsoon should swell the sails of the prosper- 
 ous, 
 Blithely speeding on tlieir course the children of good luck ? 
 Who hath companioned a vi^■ion from the horn or ivory gate, (') 
 Or met an other's mind in his, and explained its presence ? 
 Thei"e is a secret somewhat in antipathies ; and love is more than fancy ; 
 Yea, and a palpable lintice warneth of an instant danger ; 
 For the soul hath its feeler;^, cobwebs floating on the wind, 
 That catch events in their approach with sure and apt presentiment, 
 So that some halo of attraction heraldeth a coining friend. 
 Investing, in his likeness, the stranger that passed on before ; 
 And wliile the word is in thy mouth, behold thy word fulfilled, 
 And he of whom we spake can answer for himself. 
 O man, little hast thou learnt of truth in things most true, 
 How therefore shall thy blindness wot of truth in things most false ? 
 Thou hast not yet perceived the causes of life or motion ; 
 Hov/ then canst thou define the subtle sympathies of mind ? 
 For the spirit, sharpest and strongest when disease hath rent the body. 
 Hath welcomed kindred spirits in nightly visitations, 
 Or learnt from restless ghosts dark secrets of the living, 
 And helped slow justice to her prey by the dreadful teaching of a dream. 
 
 Verily, there is nothing so true, that the damps of error have not warp- 
 ed it; 
 Verily, there is nothing so false, that a sparkle of truth is not in it. 
 For the enemy, the father of lies, the giant Upas of creation, 
 Whose deadly shade hath blasted this once green garden of the Lord, 
 Can but pervert the good, but may not create the evil ; 
 He destroyeth, but cannot build ; for he is not antagonist deity : 
 Mighty in his stolen power, yet is he a creature and a subject *, 
 Not a maker of abstract v/rong, but a spoiler of concrete right : 
 The fiend hath not a royal crown ; he is but a prowling robber, 
 Suffered, for some mysterious end, to haunt the King's highway ; 
 And the keen sword he beareth, once was a simple ploughshare ; 
 Yea, and his panoply of error in but a distortion of the truth :
 
 OF ANTICIPATION. 15 
 
 The sickle that once reaped righteousness, beaten from its useful curve, 
 With axe, and spike, and bar, headeth the marauder's halbert. 
 Seek not furuher, O man, to solve the dark riddle of sin ; 
 Suffice it, that thine own bad heart is to thee thine orijrin of evil. 
 
 OF ANTICIPATION. 
 
 Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, 
 But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil ; 
 And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy 
 
 head, 
 Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched. 
 The sting of pain and the edge of pleasure arc blunted by long expectation. 
 For the gall and the balm alike are diluted in the waters of patience : 
 And often thou sippest sweetness, ere the cup is dashed from thy lip ; 
 Or drainest the gall of fear, while evil is passing by thy dwelling. 
 A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment ; 
 But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him : 
 Yea, though the breath of disappointment should chill the sanguine heart, 
 Speedily glowetli it again, warmed by the live embers of hope ; 
 Though tlie black and heavy surge close above the head for a moment, 
 Yet the happy buoyancy of Conhdence riseth superior to Despair. 
 Verily, evils may be courted, may be wooed and won by distrust ; 
 For the wise Physician of our weal loveth not an unbelieving spirit ; 
 And to those giveth he good, who rely on his hand for good ; 
 And those leaveth he to evil, who fear, but trust him not. 
 Ask for good, and hope it ; for the ocean of good is fathomless ; 
 Ask for good, and have it ; for tliy Friend would see tliee happy : 
 But to the timid heart, to the child of unbelief and dread, 
 That leaneth on his own weak staff, and trusteth the sight of his eyes, 
 The evil he feared shall come, for the soil is ready for the seed ; 
 And suspicion hath coldly put aside the hand that was ready to help him ; 
 Therefore look up, sad spirit, be strong, thou coward heart, 
 Or fear will make thee wretched, though evil follow not behind : 
 Cease to anticipate misfortune, — there are still many chances of escape ; 
 But if it come, be courageous ; face it, and conquer thy calamity.
 
 16 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 There is not an enemy so stout as to storm and take the fortress of the 
 
 mind, 
 Unless its iiitirmity turn traitor, and Fear unbar the gates. 
 The valiant stiindetli as a rock, and the billows break upon him ; 
 The timorous is a skiff unmoored, tost and mocked at by a ripple ; 
 The valiant holdeth fast to good, till evil wrench it from him ; 
 The timorous casteth it aside, to meet the worst half way : 
 Yet oftentimes is evil but a braggart, that provoketh and will not fight ; 
 Or the feint of a subtle fencer, who measureth his thrust elsewhere : 
 Or perchance a blessing in a masque, sent to try thy trust. 
 The precious smiting of a friend, wliose frowns are all in love : 
 Often the storm threateneth, but is driven to other climes, 
 And the weak hath quailed in fear, while the firm hath been glad in his 
 
 confidence. 
 
 •OF HIDDEN USES. 
 
 The sea-wort (^) floating on the \\-aves. or rolled up high along the shore, 
 Ye counted useless and vile, heaping on it names of contempt : 
 Yet hath it gloriously triumphed, and man been humbled in his ignorance, 
 For health is in the freshness of its savour, and it cumbereth the beach 
 
 with wealth ; 
 Comforting the tossings of pain with its violet-tinctured essence, 
 And by its humbler ashes enriching many proud. 
 Be tliis then a lesson to thy soul, that thou reckon nothing wortliless, 
 Because thou heedest not its use, nor knowest the virtues thereof. 
 And herein, as thou walkest by the sea, shall weeds be a type and an 
 
 earnest 
 Of the stored and uncounted riches lying liid in all creatures of God : 
 Tliere be flowers making glad the desert, and roots fattening tlie soil, 
 And jewels in the secret deep, scattered among groves of coral, 
 And comforts to crown all wishes, iind aids unto every need. 
 Influences yet unthought, and virtues, and many inventions, 
 And uses above and around, which man hath not yet regarded. 
 Not long to chann away disease, hath the crocus (*) yielded up its bulb, 
 Nor the willow lent its bark, nor the nightshade its vanquished poison ;
 
 OF fflDDEN USES. 17 
 
 Not long hath the twisted«leaf, the fragrant gift of China, 
 
 Nor that nuti-itious root, the boon of far Peru, 
 
 Nor the many-coloured dahlia, nor the gorgeous flaunting cactus, 
 
 Nor the multitude of fruits and flowers, ministered to Ufe and luxury ; 
 
 Even so, there be virtues yet unknowoi in the wasted foliage of the elm, 
 
 In the sun-dried harebell of the downs, and the hyacinth drinking in the 
 
 meadow, 
 In the sycamore's winged fruit, and the facet-cut cones of the cedar ; 
 And the pansy and bright geranium live not alone for beauty. 
 Nor the waxen flower of the arbute, though it dielh in a day. 
 Nor the sculptured crest of the fir, unseen but by the stars ; 
 And the meanest weed of the garden serveth unto many uses. 
 The salt tamarisk, and juicy flag, the freckled orchis, and the daisy. 
 The world may laugh at famine when forest-trees jdeld bread. 
 When aconis give out fragrant drink, (®) and the sap of the linden is as 
 
 fatness : 
 For every green herb, from the lotus to tlie darnel, 
 Is rich ^\^th delicate aids to help incurious man. 
 
 Still, jMiud is up and stirring, and pryeth m the comers of contrivance, 
 Often from the dark recesses picking out bright seeds of truth : 
 Knowledge hath clipped the Ughtning's wings, and mewed it up for a 
 
 purpose. 
 Training to some domestic task the fiery bird of heaven ; 
 Tamed is the spirit of the storm, to slave in all peaceful arts, 
 To walk with husbandly and science ; to stand in the vanguard against 
 
 death : 
 And the chemist balanceth his elements witli more than magic skill, 
 Commanding stones tliat they be bread, and drauiing sweetness out of 
 
 wormwood. 
 Yet man, heedless of a God, counteth up vain reckonings, 
 Fearing to be jostled and starved out, by the too prolific increase of liis 
 
 kind; 
 And asketli, in imbelieving dread, for how few years to come 
 Will tlie black cellars of the world yield unto him fuel for his winter. 
 Might not tlie wide-waste sea be pent witliin narrower bounds ? 
 Might not the arm of diligence make the tangled wilderness a garden ? 
 And for auglit thou canst tell, there may be a thousand methods 
 Of comforting tliy Umbs in wannth, thougi thou kindle not a spark.
 
 18 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Fear not, son of man, for thyself nor thy seed : — with a multitude is plenty ; 
 God's blessing giveth increase, and with it larger than enough. 
 
 Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings ; 
 
 She seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality : 
 
 The plant refresheth the air, and the earth filtereth the water. 
 
 And dews are sucked into the cloud, dropping fatness on the world : 
 
 She hath, on a mighty scale, the general use of all things ; 
 
 Yet hath she specially for each its microscopic purpose : 
 
 There is use in the prisoned air, that swelleth the pods of the laburnum ; 
 
 Design in the venomed thorns, that sentinel the leaves of the nettle ; 
 
 A final cause for the aromatic gum, that congealeth the moss around a rose : 
 
 A reason for each blade of grass, that reareth its small spire. 
 
 How knoweth discontented man what a train of ills might follow, 
 
 If the lowest menial of nature knew not her secret office ? 
 
 If the thistle never sprang up, to mock the loose husbandry of indolence, 
 
 Or the pestilence never swept away an unknown curse from among men ? 
 
 Would ye crush the buzzing myriads that float on the breath of the evening ? 
 
 Would ye trample the creatures of God that people the rotting fruil ? 
 
 Would ye suffer no mildew forest to stain the unhealthy wall. 
 
 Nor a noisome savour to exiiale from the pool that breedeth disease ? 
 
 Pain is useful unto man, for it teacheth him to guard his life, 
 
 And tJie fetid vapours of the fen warn him to fly from danger : 
 
 And the meditative mind, looking on, winneth good food for its hunger, 
 
 Seeing the wholesome root bring forth a poisonous berry ; 
 
 For otherwhile falleth it out that truth, driven to extremities, 
 
 Yieldeth bitter folly as the spoilt fruit of wisdom. 
 
 O, blinded is thine eye, if it see not just aptitude in all things ; 
 
 O, frozen is thy heart, if it glow not with gratitude for all things : 
 
 In the perfect circle of creation not an atom could be spared. 
 
 From earth's magnetic zone to the bindweed round a hawthorn. 
 
 The sage, and the beetle at his feet, hath each a ministration to perform ; 
 The brier and the palm have the wages of life, rendering secret service. 
 Neither is it thus alone with the definite existences of matter ; 
 But motion and sound, circumstance and quality, yea, all things have their 
 
 office. 
 The zephyr playing with an aspen leaf, — the earthquake that rendeth a 
 
 continent ;
 
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 The moonbeam silvering a ruined arch, — the desert wave dashing up a 
 
 pyramid ; 
 The thunder of jarring icebergs, — the stops of a shepherd's pipe ; 
 The howl of the tiger in the glen, — and the wood-dove calUng to her mate ; 
 The vulture's cruel rage, — the grace of the stately swan ; 
 The fierceness looking from the lynx's eye, and the dull stupor of the sloth ; 
 To these, and to all, is there added each its use, though man considereth 
 
 it Ughtly ; 
 For Power hath ordained nothing which Economy saw not needful. 
 
 All things being are essential to the vast ubiquity of God ; 
 
 Neither is there one thing overmuch, nor freed from honourable servitude. 
 
 Were there not a need-be of wisdom, nothing would be as it is ; 
 
 For essence without necessity argueth a moral weakness. 
 
 We look through a glass darkly, we catch but glimpses of truth ; 
 
 But, doubtless, the sailing of a cloud hath Providence to its pilot, 
 
 Doubtless, the root of an oak is gnarled for a special purpose. 
 
 The foreknowTi station of a rusli is as fixed as the station of a king, 
 
 And chaff from the hand of a winnow^er, steered as the stars in their courses. 
 
 Man liveth only in himself, but the Lord liveth in all things ; 
 
 And his peiTading unity quickeneth the whole creation. 
 
 Man doeth one thing at once, nor can he think two thoughts together ; 
 
 But God compasseth all tilings, mantling the globe like air : 
 
 And we render homage to His wisdom, seeing use in all His creatures, 
 
 For, perhance, the imiverse would die, w'ere not all tilings as they are. 
 
 OF COMPENSATION. 
 
 Equal is the government of heaven in allotting pleasures among men, 
 And just the everlasting law, that liath wedded happiness to virtue : 
 For verily on all things else broodeth disappointment with care, 
 That childish man may be taught the shallowness of earthly enjoyment. 
 Wherefore, ye that have enough, envy ye the rich man his abundance ? 
 Wherefore, daughters of affluence, covet ye the cottager's content? 
 Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, 
 And none may choose or refuse the cup his w'isdom mixeth.
 
 20 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The poor man rejoiceth at his toil, and Ms daily bread is sweet to him : 
 Content with present good, he looketh not for evil to the future : 
 The rich man languisheth with sloth, and findeth pleasure in nothing, 
 He locketh up care with his gold, and fearoth the ficldeness of fortune. 
 Can a cup contain witliin itself the measure of a bucket ? 
 Or the straitened appetites of man drink more than their fill of luxury ? 
 There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless ; 
 And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation. 
 
 Also though penury and pain be real and bitter evils, 
 
 T would reason with the poor afflicted, for he is not so wretched as he 
 
 seemeth. 
 What right hath an offender to complain, though others escape punishment, 
 If tlie stripes of earned misfortune overtake him in his sin ? 
 Wherefore not endure with resignation the evils thou canst not avert ? 
 For the coward pain will flee, if thou meet him as a man : 
 Consider, whatever be thy fate, that it might and ought to have been worse, 
 And that it heth in thy hand to gather even blessings from afflictions : 
 Bethink thee, wherefore were they sent ? and hath not use blunted their 
 
 keeness ? 
 Need hope, and patience, and courage, be strangers to the meanest hovel ? 
 Thou art in an evil case, — it were cruel to deny to thee compassion, 
 But there is not unmitigated ill in the sharpest of tliis world's sorrows : 
 I touch not the sore of tliy guilt ; but of human griefs I counsel thee, 
 Cast off the weakness of regret, and gird thee to redeem thy loss. 
 Thou hast gained, in the furnace of affliction, self-knowledge, patience, and 
 
 humility, 
 And these be as precious ore, tJiat waiteth the skill of the coiner : 
 Despise not tlie blessings of adversity, nor the gain thou hast earned so 
 
 hardly. 
 And now thou hast drained the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the 
 
 sweet. 
 
 Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yoke-fellow of emmence ; 
 
 And the rust of the miser's riches wasteth his soul as a canker. 
 
 The poor man counteth not the cost at which such wealth hath been pur- 
 chased ; 
 
 He would be on the mountain's top without the toil and travail of the 
 clunbing.
 
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 But equity demandeth recompense ; for high-place, calumny and care ; 
 
 For state, comfortless splendour eating out the heart of liome ; 
 
 For warrior fame, dangers and death ; for a name among the learned, a 
 
 spirit overstrained ; 
 For honour of all lands, the goad of ambition ; on every acquirement, the 
 
 tax of anxiety. 
 He that would change with another, must take the cup as it is mixed : 
 Poverty, with largeness of heart ; or a full purse, with a sordid spirit : 
 Wisdom, in an ailing body ; or a common mind with health : 
 Godliness, with man's scorn ; or the welcome of the mighty, mth guilt : 
 Beauty, with a fickle heart ; or plainness of face, with affection. 
 For so hath Providence determined, that a man shall not easily discover 
 Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or abhorrence. 
 A bold man or a fool must lie be, who would change his lot with another ; 
 It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly refused it ; 
 For we know the worst of ourselves, but the secrets of another we see not, 
 And better is certain bad, than the doubt and dread of worse. 
 
 Just, and strong, and opportune is the moral rule of God ; 
 
 Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in the measure of its gifts ; 
 
 Yet men, scanning the surface, count the wicked happy : 
 
 Nor heed the compensating peace which gladdeneth the good in his afflictions. 
 
 They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow, 
 
 Like wreathed adders crawling round his midnight conscience ; 
 
 They hear not the terrible suggestions, that knock at the portal of his will, 
 
 Provoking to wipe away from life the one weak witness of the deed ; 
 
 They know not the torturing suspicions that sting his panting breast. 
 
 When the clear eye of penetration quietly readeth off the truth. 
 
 Likewise of the good what know they ? the memories bringing pleasure. 
 
 Shrined in the heart of the benevolent, and glistening from his eye ; 
 
 The calm self-justifying reason that cstablisheth the upright in his purpose ; 
 
 The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the thoughts of the religious. 
 
 Many a beggar at tlie cross-way, or gray-haired slicphord on the plain. 
 
 Hath more of the end of all wealth, than hundreds who multiply the means. 
 
 Moreover, a moral compensation rcacheth to the secrecy of thought ; 
 For if thou wilt think evil of thy neighbour, soon shalt thou have him for thy 
 foe :
 
 23 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And yet he may know nothing of the cause that maketh thee distasteful 
 
 to his soul, — 
 The cause of unkind suspicion, for which thou hast thy punishment : 
 And if thou think of him in charity, wishing or praying for his weal, 
 He shall not guess the secret charm that lureth his soul to love thee. 
 For just is retributive ubiquity : Samson did sin with Dalilah, 
 And his eyes and captive strength were forfeit to the Philistine : 
 Jacob robbed his brother, and sorrow was his portion to the grave : 
 David must fly before his foes, yea, though his guilt is covered : 
 And He, who seeming old in youth, (') was marred for others' sin, 
 For every special crime must bear its special penalty : 
 By luxury, or rashness, or vice, the member that hath erred suffereth, 
 And therefore the Sacrifice for all was pained at every pore. 
 
 AUke to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, 
 And half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of 
 
 sleep. 
 Pain addeth zest unto pleasure, and teacheth the luxury of health : 
 There is a joy in sorrow, which none but a mourner can know ; 
 Madness hath hnaginary bliss, and most men have no more ; 
 Age hath its quiet calm, and youth enjoyeth not for haste ; 
 Daily, in the midst of its beatitude, the righteous soul is vexed ; 
 And even the misery of guilt doth attain to the bliss of pardon. 
 Who, m the face of the bom-blind, ever looked on other llian content ? 
 And the deaf ear listeneth witliin to the silent music of the heart. 
 There is evil poured upon the earth from the overflowings of con-uption, — 
 Sickness, and poverty, and pain, and guilt, and madness, and sorrow ; 
 But, as the water from a fountain riseth and sinketh to its level, 
 Ceaselessly toileth justice to equalize the lots of men : 
 For, habit, and hope, and ignorance, and the being but one of a multitude, 
 And strength of reason in the sage, and dulness of feeling in the fool. 
 And the light elasticity of courage, and the calm resignation of meekness. 
 And the stout endurance of decision, and the weak carelessness of apathy. 
 And helps invisible but real, and ministerings not unfelt. 
 Angelic aid with worldly discomfiture, bodily loss with the soul's gain. 
 Secret griefs, and silent joys, thorns in the flesh, and cordials for the spirit, 
 ( — Short of the insuperable barrier dividing innocence from guilt, — ) 
 Go far to level all things, by the gracious rule of Compensation.
 
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 OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES. 
 
 Face thy foe in the field, and perchance thou wilt meet thy master. 
 
 For the sword is chained to his wrist, and his armour buckled for the battle ; 
 
 But find him when he looketh not for thee, aim between the joints of his 
 
 harness. 
 And the crest of his pride will be humbled, his cruelty will bite the dust. 
 Beard not a lion in his den, but fashion the secret pitfall. 
 So shalt thou conquer the strong, thyself triumphing in weakness. 
 The hurricane rageth fiercely, and the promontory standeth in its might, 
 Breasting the artillery of heaven, as darts glance from the crocodile ; 
 But the small continual creeping of the silent footsteps of the sea 
 Mineth the wall of adamant, and stealthily compasseth its ruin. 
 The weakness of accident is strong, where the strength of design is weak: 
 And a casual analogy convinceth, when a mind beareth not argument. 
 Will not a man listen ? be silent ; and prove thy maxim by example : 
 Never fear, thou losest not thy hold, though thy mouth doth not render a 
 
 reason. 
 Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his conceit ; 
 And some errors never would have thriven, liad it not been for learned 
 
 refutation ; 
 Yea, much evil hath been caused by an honest wrestler for truth. 
 And much of unconscious good, by the man that hated wisdom : 
 For the intellect judgeth closely, and if thou overstep thy argument, 
 Or seem not consistent with thyself, or fail in thy direct purpose. 
 The mind that went along with thee, shall stop and return without thee, 
 And thou shalt have raised a foe, where thou mightest have won a friend. 
 
 Hints, shrewdly strown, mightily disturb the spirit. 
 
 Where a barefaced accusation would be too rMculous for calumny : 
 
 The sly suggestion toucheth nerves, and nerves contract the fronds. 
 
 And the sensitive mimosa of affection trembleth to its root ; 
 
 And friendships, the growth of half a century, those oaks tliat laugh at 
 
 storms. 
 Have been cankered in a night by a worm, even as the prophet's gourd. 
 Hast thou loved, and not known jealousy ? for a sidelong look 
 Can please or pain thy heart more than the multitude of proofs :
 
 24 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY, 
 
 Hast tlioTi hated, and not learned that tliy silent scorn 
 
 Doth deeper aggravate thy foe than loud-cursing malice ? — 
 
 A wise wise man prevaileth in power, for he screeneth his battering engine, 
 
 But a fool tilteth headlong, and his adversary is aware. 
 
 Behold those broken arches, that oriel all unglazed, 
 
 That crippled line of columns bleaching in the sun, 
 
 The delicate shaft stricken midway, and the flying buttress 
 
 Idly stretching fortli to hold up tufted ivy : 
 
 Tliinkest thou the thousand eyes that shine with rapture on a ruin. 
 
 Would have looked with half their wonder on the perfect pile ? 
 
 And wherefore not — but that light hints,' suggesting unseen beauties, 
 
 Fill the complacent gazer with self-grown conceits ? 
 
 And so, the rapid sketch winneth more praise to the painter, 
 
 Than the consummate work elaborated on his easel : 
 
 And so, the Helvetic lion caverned in the living rock 
 
 Hath more of majesty and force, than if upon a marble pedestal. 
 
 Tell me, daughter of taste, what hath charmed thine ear in music ? 
 
 Is it the laboured theme, the curious fugue or cento, — 
 
 Nor rather the sparkles of intelligence flashing from some strange note, 
 
 Or the soft melody of sounds far sweeter for simplicity ? 
 
 Tell me, thou son of science, what hath filled thy mind in reading ? 
 
 Is it the volume of detail where all is orderly set down. 
 
 And they that read may run, nor need to stop and think ; 
 
 The book carefully accui-ate, that counteth thee no better than a fool. 
 
 Gorging the passive mind with annotated notes ; — 
 
 Nor rather the half-suggested thoughts, the riddles thou mayest solve, 
 
 The fair ideas, coyly peepuig like young loves out of roses, 
 
 The quaint arabesque conceptions, half cherub and half flower, 
 
 The light analogy, or deep allusion, trusted to thy learning, 
 
 The confidence implied in thy skill to unravel meaning mysteries ? 
 
 For ideas are ofttimes shy of the close furniture of words, 
 
 And thought, wherein only is power, may be best conveyed by a suggestion ; 
 
 The flash that Hghteth up^ a valley, amid the dark midnight of a storm, 
 
 Coineth the mind with that scene sharper than fifty summers. 
 
 A worldly man boasteth in his pride that there is no power but of money : 
 And he judgeth the characters of men by the differing measures of their 
 means :
 
 OF INDIRECT INFLUENCES, 25 
 
 He stealeth all goodly names, as worth, and value, and substance, 
 Which be the ancient heritage of Virtue, but such an one ascribeth unto 
 
 Wealth : 
 He spumeth the needy sage, A\hose wisdom hath enriched nations, 
 And the sons of poverty and learning, without whom earth were a desert : 
 Music, the soother of cares, the tuner of the dank discordant heart-strings, 
 It is nought unto such an one but sounds, whereby some earn their living : 
 The poem, and the picture, and the statue, to him seem idle baubles, 
 Which wealth condescendeth to favour, to gain him the name of patron. 
 But little wotteth he the might of the means his folly despiseth ; 
 He considereth not that these be the wires which move the puppets of the 
 
 world. ^ 
 
 A sentence hath formed a character, (J) and a character subdued a 
 
 kingdom ; 
 A picture hath ruined souls, or raised them to commerce with the skies : 
 The pen hath shaken nations, and stablished the world in peace ; 
 And the whole full horn of plenty been filled from the vial of science. 
 He regardeth man as sensual, the monarch of created matter, 
 And careth not aught for mind, that linketh him with spirits unseen : 
 He feedetlfhis carcass and is glad, though his. soul be faint and famished, 
 And the dull brute po\ver of the body bindeth him a captive to himself. 
 
 Man liveth from hour to hour, and knoweth not v.hat may happen ; 
 
 Influences circle him on all sides, and yet must he answer for his actions, 
 
 For the being that is master of himself, bendeth events to his wUl, 
 
 But a slave to selfish passion is the wavering creature of circumstance. 
 
 To this man temptation is a poison, to that man it addeth vigour ; 
 
 And each may render to himself influences good or evil. 
 
 As thou dircctest the power, harm or advantage will follow; 
 
 And the torrent that swept the valley, may be led to turn a mill ; 
 
 The wild electric flash, that could have kindled comets, 
 
 May by the ductile wire give ease to an ailing child. 
 
 For outward matter or event, fashion not the character within, 
 
 But each man, yielding or resisting, fashioneth his mind for himself. 
 
 Some have said. What is in a name ? — most potent plastic influence ; 
 A name is a word of character, and repetition stablisheth the fact ; 
 A word of rebuke, or of honour, tending to obscurity or fame ; 
 And greatest is the power of a name, when its power is least suspected.
 
 26 - PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 A low name is a tliorn ia tlie .side, that liiuileretli tlia footman in his run- 
 ning ; 
 But a name of ancestral renown shall often put the racer to his speed- 
 Few men have grown unto greatness whose names are allied to ridicule, 
 And many would never have been profligate, but for the splendour of a 
 
 name. 
 A wise man scometh notliing, be it never so small or homely, 
 For he knoweth not the secret laws that may bind it to great efTects. 
 The world in its boyhood was credulous, and dreaded the vengeance of 
 
 the stars. 
 The world in its dotage is not wiser, fearing not the influence of small 
 
 things : 
 Planets govern not tlie soul, no)* guide tSe destinies of man, 
 But trifles, lighter than straws, arc levers in the building up of character. 
 A man hath the tiller in his hand, and may steer against the current. 
 Or may glide down idly with tiie stream, till his vessel founder in the whirl- 
 pool. 
 
 OF MEMORY. 
 
 Where art thou, storehouse of the mind, garner of facts and fancies, — ■ 
 
 In what strange firmament arc laid the beams of thine airy chambers ? 
 
 Or art thou that small cavern, (**) the centre of the rolling brain, 
 
 Whore still one sandy morsel testifiath man's original ? 
 
 Or hast thou some grand globe, some common hall of intellect, 
 
 Some spacious market-place for thought, where all do bring their wares, 
 
 And gladly rescued from the littleness, the narrow closet of a self, 
 
 The privileged soul hath large access,-coming in the livery of learning ? 
 
 Live we as isolated v/orlds, perfect in substance and spirit, 
 
 Each a sphere, with a special mind, prisoned in its shell of matter? 
 
 Or rather, as converging radiations, parts of one majestic wliolc. 
 
 Beams of the Sun, streams from the River, branches of the mighty Tree, 
 
 Some bearing fruit, some bearing leaves, and some diseased and barren, — 
 
 Some for the feast, some for the floor, and some — how many — for the fire ? 
 
 Memory may be but a power of coming to the treasury of Fact,
 
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 A momentary self-desertion, an absence iu spirit from the now, 
 
 An actual coursing hither and thither, by the mind, slipped from its leash, 
 
 A life, as in the mystery of dreams, spent within the limits of a moment. 
 
 A brutish man knoweth not tliis, neither can a fool comprehend it, 
 But there be secrets of the memorj', deep, wondrous, and fearfiU. 
 Were I at Petra, could I not declare, My soid hath been here before me ? 
 Am I strange to the columned halls, tlie calm dead grandem- of Palm}Ta ? 
 Know I not thy mount, O Carmel ! Have I not voyaged on the Danube ? 
 Nor seen the glare of Arctic snows, — nor tlie black tents of tlie Tartar ? 
 Is it then a dream, tliat I remember the faces of them of old. 
 While v/andering in the grove with Plato, and listening to Zeno in the 
 
 porch ? 
 Paul liave I seen, and Pythagoras, and the Stagj-rite hath spoken me 
 
 friendly, 
 And His meek eye looked also upon me, standing with Peter in the palaca. 
 Athens and Rome, Persepolis and Spaita, am I not a freeman of you all ? 
 And chiefly can my yearning heart forget thee, O Jerusalem ? 
 For tlie strong magic of conception, mingled with the fumes of memory, 
 Giveth me a life in all past time, yea, and addeth substance to the future. 
 Be ye my judges, imaginative minds, full-fledged to soar into the sun, 
 Whose grosser natural thoughts the chemistry of wisdom hath sublimed, 
 Have ye not confessed to a feeling, a consciousness, strange and vague, 
 That ye have gone this way before, and walk again your daily life, 
 Tracking an old routine, and on some foreign strand. 
 Where bodily yc have never stood, finding your own footsteps ? 
 Hath not at times some recent friend looked out an old familiar. 
 Some newest circumstance or place teemed as with ancient memories ? 
 A startling sudden flash lighteth up all for an instant. 
 And then it is quenched, as in darkness, and leaveth the cold spirit treml> 
 
 ling. T 
 
 Memory is not wisdom ; idiots can rote volumes : 
 
 Yet, what is msdom without memory ? a babe that is strangled in its birth ; 
 The path of the swallow in the air ; the path of the dolphin in the waters ; 
 A cask running out ; a bottomless chasm : such is wisdom without 
 
 memory. 
 There be many wise, who cannot store their knowledge ; 
 Yet ftx)m themselves are they satisfied, for the fountain is withtu :
 
 28 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Tlijere be many who store, but have no wisdom of their own, 
 Lumbering their armory with weapons their muscles cannot lift : 
 There be many thieves and robbers, who glean and store unlawfully, 
 Calling in to memory's help some cunningly devised Cabala : 
 But to feed the mind with fatness, to fill thy granary with corn, 
 Nor clog with chaff and straw tlie threshing-floor of reason. 
 Reap the ideas, and house them well ; but leave the words high stubble, 
 Strive to store up what was thought, despising what was said. 
 For the mind is a spirit, and drinketh in ideas, as flame melteth into flame ; 
 But for words, it must pack them as on floors, cumbrous and perishable 
 merchandise. 
 
 To be pained for a minute, to fear for an hour, to hope for a week — ^how 
 
 long and weary ! 
 But to remember fourscore years, is to look back upon a day. 
 An avenue seemeth to lengthen in the eyes of the wayfaring man. 
 But let him turn, those stationed elms crowd up within a yard ; 
 Pace the lamp-lit streets of some sleeping city, 
 
 The multitude of cressets shall seem one, in the false picture of per- 
 spective ; 
 Even so, in sweet treachery, dealeth the aged with himself. 
 He gazeth on the green hill-tops, while the marshes beneath are liidden ; 
 And the partial telescope of memory piercetli t'^ie blank between. 
 To look with lingering love at the fair star of childhood. 
 Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints : 
 Wliiles it spimieth there is light ; stop it, all is darkness : 
 Life is as a morsel of frankincense burning in the hall of Eternity ; 
 It is gone, but its odorous cloud curleth to the lofty roof ! 
 Life is as a lump of salt, melting in the temple-laver ; 
 It is gone, — yet its savour reacheth to the farthest atom ; 
 Even so, foB evil or for good, is life the criterion of a man, 
 For its memories of sanctity or sin pervade all the firmament of being, 
 There is but the flitting moment wherem to hope or to enjoy, 
 But in the calendar of memoiy, that moment is all time.
 
 THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 29 
 
 THE DREAM OF AMBITION. 
 
 I LEFT the happy fields that .smile around the village of Content, 
 
 And sought with wayward feet the torrid desert of Ambition. 
 
 Ixmg time, parched and weary, I travelled that burning sand, 
 
 And the hooded basilisk and adder were strewed in my way for palms ; 
 
 Black scorpions thronged me round, with sharp uplifted stings. 
 
 Seeming to mock me as I ran ; (then I guessed it was a dream, — 
 
 But life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 
 
 So I toiled on, doubting in myself, up a steep gravel cliif, 
 
 Whose yellow summit shot up far into the brazen sky ; 
 
 And quickly, I was wafted to the top, as upon unseen wings 
 
 Carrying me xipward like a leaf: (then I thought it was a dream, — 
 
 Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) 
 
 So I stood on the mountain, and behold ! before me a giant pyi^amid, 
 
 And I clomb with eager haste its high and difficult steps ; 
 
 For, I longed, like another Belus, to mount up, yea to heaven. 
 
 Nor sought I rest until my feet had spurned the crest of earth. 
 
 Then I sat on my gmnite throne under the burning smi. 
 
 And the world lay smiling beneath me, but I was wi'apt in flames ; 
 
 (And I hoped in glimmering consciousness, that all tliis torture was a 
 
 dream, — 
 Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we ai'e.) 
 And anon, as 1 sat scorching, the pyramid shuddered to its root. 
 And I felt the quarried mass leap from its sand foundations : 
 Awhile it tottered and tilted, as raised by invisible levers, — 
 (And now my reason spake with me ; I knew it was a dream ; 
 Yet I hushed that whisper into silence, for I hoped to learn of wisdom, 
 By tracking up my truant thoughts, whereunto they might lead.) 
 And suddenly, as rolling upon wheels, adown the cliff it rushed, 
 And I thought, in my hot brain, of the Muscovites' icy slope ; 
 A thousand yards in a moment we ploughed the sandy seas, 
 And crushed those happy fields, and that smiling village, 
 And onward, as a living thing, still rushed my mighty throne. 
 Thundering along, and {>ounding, as it went, the millions in my way : 
 Before me all was life, and joy, and full-blown summer,
 
 ;iO PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Bohiiid me deatli and woe, the desert and simoom. 
 Tlicn I wept and shrieked aloud, for pity and for fear ; 
 'But might not stop, for, comet-Uke, flew on the maddened mass 
 0\'er tlie crashing cities, and falling'obehsks and towers. 
 And cohimns, razed as by a scythe, and high doomes, shivered as an egg- 
 shell, 
 And deep embattled ranks, and women, crowded in tlie streets. 
 And children, kneeUng as for mercy, and all I had ever loved, 
 Yea, over all, mine awful throne rushed on with seeming instinct. 
 And over the craclding forests, and over the rugged beach, 
 And on with a terrible hiss through the foaming wild Atlantic ■ 
 Tliat roared around me as I sat, but could not quench my spirit, — 
 Still on, through startled soUtudes we shattered the pavement of the sea, 
 Down, down, to that central vault, tlio bolted doors of hell ; 
 And these, with horrid shock, my huge throne battered in, 
 And on to the deepest deep, where the fierce flames were hottest, 
 Blazing tenfold as conquering furiously the seva that rushed in with me, — 
 And there I stopped ; and a fearful voice shouted in mine ear, 
 " Behold the home of Discontent ; behold the rest of Ambition !" 
 
 OF SUBJECTION. 
 
 Law hath dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter ; 
 For tliere are reciprocities of right, which no creature can gainsay. 
 Unto each there was added by its Maker, in the perfect chain of being, 
 Dependencies and sustentations,. accidents, and qualities, and powers ; 
 And each must fly forward in tbe ciu^'e, unto which it was forced from the 
 
 beginning ; 
 Each must attract and repel, or the monarchy of Order is no more. 
 Laws are essential emanations from the self-poised cliaracter of Grod, 
 And they radiate from that sun, to the circling edges of creation. 
 Verily, the mighty Lawgiver hath subjected Himself unto laws, 
 And God is the primal grand example of free unstrained obedience : 
 His perfection is limited by right, and cannot trespass into wi'ong. 
 Because He hath estabhshed Himself as the fountain of only good, 
 And in thus much is bounded, that the evil hath he lefl unto another,
 
 OF SUBJECTION. 31 
 
 And that dark other liath usurped the evil wliicli Omnipotence laid down. 
 Unto God there exist impossibilities ; for the True One cannot- lie, 
 Nor the Wise One wander from the tracli which he hath determined for 
 
 himself : 
 For his will was purposed from eternity, strong in the love of order ; 
 And that will altereth not, as the law of the Medes and Persians. 
 God is the origin of order, and the first exemplar of his precept ; 
 For there is subordination of his Essence, self-guided unto holiness ; 
 And there is subordination of his Persons, in duo procession of dignity ; 
 For the Son, as a son, is subject ; and to him doth the Spirit minister ; 
 But thcoc things be rnJ^?tcric8 to man, lie cannot reach nor fathom them, 
 And ever must he speak in paradox, when labouring to expound his God ; 
 For, behold, God is Alone, mighty in unshackled freedom ; 
 And with those wondrous Persons abideth eternal equality. 
 
 So then, start ye from the fountain and follow the river of existence, 
 For its current is bounded througliout by the banks of just subordination : 
 Thrones, and dominions, and powers, Arc'iangels, Clicrnbim and Seraphim. 
 Angels, and flaming ministers, and breathing chariots and harps. 
 For there are degrees in heaven, and varied capabilities of bliss. 
 And steps in the ladder of intelligence, and ranks in approaches to Per- 
 fection : 
 Doubtless, reverence is given, as their due, to the masters in wisdom ; 
 Doubtless, there are who serve ; or a throne woirld have small glory. 
 Regard now the universe of matter, the substance of visible creation. 
 Which of old, \vith well-observing truth, the Greek hath surnamed 
 
 Order ; (') 
 Where is there an atom out of place ? or a particle that yield(^th not obe- 
 dience ? 
 Where is there a fragment that is free ? or one thing the equal of another? 
 The chain is unbroken down to man, and beyond him the links are perfect : 
 But he standeth solitary sin, a marvel of permitted chaos. 
 
 And shall this seeming error in the scale of due subordination 
 
 Bo a spot of desert i^ireclaimed, in the midst of the vineyard of the Lord ? 
 
 Shall his presumptuous pride snap the safe tether of connexion, 
 
 And his blind selfish folly refuse the burden of maintenance ? 
 
 O man, thou art a creature ; boast not th3'solf above the law : 
 
 Think not of thyself as free : thou art bound in the trammels of dependence.
 
 32 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 What is the sum of thy duty, but obedience to righteous rule, 
 
 To the great commanding oracle, uttered by delegated organs ? 
 
 Thou canst not render homage to abstract Omnipresent power, 
 
 Save through the concrete symbol of visible ordained authority. 
 
 Those who obey not man are oitenest found rebels againest God •, 
 
 And seldom is the delegate so bold, as to order what he knoweth to be 
 
 wrong. 
 Yet mark me, proud gainsayer ! I say not, obey unto sin ; 
 But, where the Principal is silent, take heed tliat thou despise not the 
 
 Deputy : 
 And he that lovpth order ^vill bless thee for tliy fHith, 
 If thou recognize his sanction in the powers that fashion human laws. 
 Thou, the \'icegerent of the Lord, his high anointed image. 
 Toward whom a good man's loyalty floweth from the hearts of his religion, 
 Thou, whose deep responsibilities are fathomed by a nation's prayers, 
 Whom wise men fear for while they live, and envy thee nothing but thy 
 
 virtues, 
 From thy dizzy pLunacle of greatness, remember thou also art a subject. 
 And tlie throne of thine earthly glory is itself but the footstool of thy God. 
 Tlie homage thy kingdoms yiel(^ thee, regard thou as yielded inito Hun ; 
 And while girt with all tlie majesty of state, consider thee the Lord's cliief 
 
 servant ; 
 So shalt thou prosper, and be strong, grafted on the strength of another ; 
 So shall thy virgin heart be happy, in teing luunble. 
 And thou shalt flourish as an oak, the monarch of thine i:,land forests, 
 Whose deep-dug roots are twisted around the stout ribs of the globe. 
 That mocketh at the fury of the stomi, and rejoiceth in summer sunshine, 
 Glad in tne smiles of heaven, and great in the stability of earth. 
 
 A ruler hath not power for himself, neither is his pomp for his pride ; 
 
 But beneath the emiine of his office should he wear the rough hair-cloth 
 of humility. 
 
 Nevertheless, everj' way obey him, so thou break not a higher command- 
 ment ; 
 
 For Nero was an evil king, yet Paul prescribeth subjection. 
 
 If the rulers of a nation be holy, the Lord hath blessed that nation ; 
 
 If they be lewd and impious, chastisement hath come upon that people : 
 
 For the bitterest scourge of a land is ungodliness in them that govern it, 
 
 And the guilt of the sons of Josiah drove Israel weeping into Babylon.
 
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 Yet he Llioii resolute against them, if they change the mandates of thy God. 
 
 If they touch tlie ark of his covenant, wherein all his mercies are en- 
 shrined : 
 
 Be rosolnte, but not rebellious : lest thou ba of the company of Korah : 
 
 tset thy face agtiinst them as a flint : but bo not numbered with Abiram. 
 
 Daniel nobly disobeyed ; but not from a spirit of sedition ; 
 
 And Azarias shouted from tlie furnace, — I will not bow down, O Kr.\G. 
 
 If trutli must be sacrificed to unity, then faithfulness were folly ; 
 
 If man must bo obeyed before God, the martyrs have bled in vain : 
 
 Yet none of that blessed anny reviled the rulers of the land ; 
 
 They were loud and bold against the sin, but bent before the ensign of 
 authority. 
 
 Honesty, scorning compromise, walketh most suitably witji Reverence ; 
 
 Otiierwise righteous daring may show but as ob-^^tinate rebellion ; 
 
 Therefoi'e, suffer not thy censure to lack the savour of courtesy. 
 
 And rememi)er the mortal sinneth, but the staff of his power is from God. 
 
 jlan, thou hast a social spirit, and art deeply indebted to thy kind : 
 Therefi-re claim not all thy rights ; but yield, for thine own advantage. 
 Society is a chain of obligations, and its links must support each other : 
 The branch cannot but wither, tiiat is cut from the parent vine. 
 Wouldst thou be a dweller in the woods, and cast away tlie cords that bind 
 
 thee, 
 Seeking, in thy bitterness or pride, to be exiled from thy fellows ? 
 Behold, the beasts shall hunt thee, weak, naked, houseless outcast ; 
 Disease and Death shall track thee out, as bloodhounds, in the wilder- 
 ness : 
 Better to be vilest of the vile, in the hated company of men, 
 Than to live a solitary wretch, dreading and Avanting all things ; 
 Better to be chained to tliy labour, in the dusky thoroughfares of life, 
 Than to reign monarch of Sloth, in lonesome savage freedom. 
 
 ^V"honcc then cometh the doctrine that all should be C'lual and free ? — 
 It is the lie that crowded hell, when Seraphs flung away subjection. 
 Xn man is his neighbour's equal, for no two minds are similar, 
 .\nd accidents, alike with qualities, have every shade but sameness : 
 'J'he lightest atom of difference sliall destroy the nice balance of equality, 
 AirZ-aJl things, from \yithout and from witiiin, make one man to differ from 
 anotlier. 
 
 2*
 
 34 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Wo ;irc oqnai an;l free ! was the wutcluvord that ppirited the legions of 
 
 Satan, 
 VVc are cfiiial and free ! is th-- double he that entrappeth to him conscripts 
 
 from earih : 
 Tlie incscengers of tiiat dark desjjot will pander to thy licerioC and thy 
 
 pride, 
 And draw thee from the crowd where thou art safe, to seize thee in the 
 
 solitary dasert. 
 Woo unto him whose heart the syren song of Liberty hath charmed ; 
 Wne unto l.im whcse mind is bewitched by her treacherous beauty ; 
 In mad zeal flingeth he away the fetters of diity and restraint, 
 And yieldeth up the holocaust of self to that fair idol of tlie damned. 
 No man hatii freedom in au<;ht save in that from which the wicked would 
 
 be hindered, 
 He is free toward God and good ; bat to all else a bondman. 
 
 Thou art in a middle sphere, to render and receive honour. 
 
 If thy king coinmandeth, obey : and stand not in the wiiy with rebels ; 
 
 But if need be, lay thy hand upon thy sword, and fiar not to smite a 
 trc,i;,or, 
 
 P'or the universe acquitleth thee with honour, fighting in defence nf thy 
 khig. 
 
 If a thief break thy dwelling, and tlion take him, it were sin in thee to let 
 him go ; 
 
 Yea, thou.gh he pleadeth to thy mercy, thou canst not spare him and be 
 blameless ; 
 
 For his guilt is not only against thee, it is not thy moneys or thy mer- 
 chandise, 
 
 But he halh done damage to the law, which duty constraineth thee to 
 sanction. 
 
 Feast not thine appetite of vengeance, remembering thou also art a man, 
 
 But weep for the sad compulsion, in which the chain of Providence hath 
 bound thee : 
 
 Mercy is not thine to give ; wilt thou steal another's privilege .' 
 
 Or S(;nd abroad among thy neighbours, a felon whom iinpunity hath har- 
 dened ? 
 
 Remember the Roman father, strong in his stem integrity. 
 
 And let not thy slothful self-indulgc-lice make thee a conniver attlio crind. 
 
 Also, if tlae knife of the ir>urderer bo raised against thee or thincj
 
 OF SUBJECTION. 35 
 
 And throngli good Providence and courage, thou slay him that would havo 
 
 slain theo, 
 Thou loscPt not a tittl'^ of thy rectitude, having executed sudden justice; 
 Still nvAyfii lliou walk among the blessed, though thy hands be red with 
 
 bluod. 
 For thyself, tiiou art ncith':"r worse nor better; but thy fcillows should 
 
 co!:nt thee their creditor: 
 Thou hast manfully protected the right, and the right is stronger for thy 
 
 deed. 
 Also, in the re.^cuing of innocence, fear not to smite the ravisher; 
 AVhat though ho die at thy hand ? for a good name is better tiian tlie life ; 
 An 1 if Phineas had everlasting praise in the matter of Salu's son, 
 With how much greater honour standeth such a rescuer acquitted ? 
 Uphold the laws of thy country, and fear not to figlit in their defence ; 
 But first bj convinced in thy mind : for herein the do::bter sinneth. 
 Above all things look thou well around, if indeed stern d'.ity forceth thee 
 To draw the sword of justice, and stain it with the slaugliter of thy fellows. 
 
 She that lieth in thy b').>om, the tender wife of thy affections, 
 
 Must ob>y thee, and be subjert, that evil drop not on thy dwelling. 
 
 The child that is used to constraint, feareth not more than he loveth ; 
 
 But give thy son his way, he will hate thee and scorn thee together. 
 
 The master of a well-ordered home, knoweth to be kind to his servants ; 
 
 Yet he exactetli reverence, and each one feareth at his post. 
 
 There is nothing on earth so lowly, but duty giveth it importance; 
 
 No Ktalion so degrading, but it is ennobled by obedience : 
 
 Yea, b'reak stones uj~on the highway, acknowledging the Lord in thy lot, 
 
 Happy shalt tliou be, and honourable, more than many children of the 
 
 mighty. 
 Tiiou that despiscst the outward forms, beware thou lose not the inward 
 
 spirit ; 
 For they are as words unto ideas, as symbols to things unseen. 
 Keep then the form that is good : retain, and do reverence to example ; 
 xAnd in all things observe subo-dination, for that is the whole duty of maa 
 
 A hoi-se knoweth his rider, be he confident or timid. 
 And the fierce spirit of Bucephalus stoopeth mito none but Alexander; 
 The tigress roused in the jtuigle by the prying spaniels of the fowler, 
 Will quail at tlie eye of man, so he assert his digiiity ;
 
 36 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Nay, tin very shi^is, thoiio giant swans breasting tha mighty waters, 
 
 Roll in the trough, or break the wave, to the pilot's fear or courage : 
 
 How much more shall man, discerning the Fountai.i of authority, 
 
 Bow to superior commands, and make his own obeyed. 
 
 And yet, in travelling the world, hast thou not often known 
 
 A gallant host led on to ruin by a foeble Xerxes ? 
 
 Hast thou not often seen the wanton luxury of indolence 
 
 Sullying with its sleepy mist the tarnished crown of headship ? 
 
 Alas ! for a thousand fathers, whose indulgent sloth 
 
 Hath emptied the vial of confusion over a thousand homes : 
 
 Alas ! for the palaces and hovels, that might liave been nurseries for heaven, 
 
 By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell : 
 
 None knoweth his place, yet all refuse to serve, 
 
 None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the sceptre : 
 
 And perhance some fiarcer spirit, of natural nobility of mind. 
 
 That needed but the kindness of constraint to have grown up great and good, 
 
 Now, — the rich harvest of his heart choked by unwceded tares, — 
 
 All bold to dare and do, unchecked by wholesome fear, 
 
 A scotFer about bigotry and priestcraft, a rebel against government and God, 
 
 And standard-bearer of the turbulent, leading on the sons of Belial : 
 
 Such an one is king of that small state, head tyrant of the thirtv, 
 
 Brandishing the torch of discord in his village-home : 
 
 And the timid Eli of the house, yon humble parish-priest, 
 
 Liveth in shame and sorrow, fearing his o^vn handy-work ; 
 
 The mother, heart-stricken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave , 
 
 The silent sisters long to leave a home they cannot love ; 
 
 The brothers, casting oft' restraint, follow their wayward wills ; 
 
 And the chance guest, early departing, blessslh his kind stars. 
 
 That on his humbler homo hath brooded no domestic curse. 
 
 Yet is that curse the fruit ; wouldest thou the root of the evil ? 
 
 A kindness — most unkin 1, thjt hath always spared the rod ; 
 
 A weak and numbing indecision in the mjnd that should be master ; 
 
 A foolish love, pregnant of hate, that never frowned on sin ; 
 
 A moral cowardice of heart, that never dared command. 
 
 A kingdom is a ne^t of families, and a family a small kino-dom ; 
 And the government of whole or part differeth in nothing but extent. 
 The house, where the master rulcth, is strong in united subjection. 
 And the only commandment with promise, being honoured, is a blessing to 
 that house 4
 
 OF REST. 37 
 
 But and if he yieldeth up the reins, it is weak in discordant anarchy, 
 
 And the bonds of love and union melt away, as ropes of sand. 
 
 The realm, that is ruled with vigour, lacketh neither peace nor glory, 
 
 It dreadeth not foes frojii witliout, nor the sons of not from within : 
 
 But the meanness of temporizing fear robbeth a kingdom of its honour. 
 
 And the weakness of indulgent sloth ravageth its bowels with discord. 
 
 The best of human governments is the patriarchal rule ; 
 
 The au.thorized supremacy of one, the prescriptive subjection of many : 
 
 Therefore, the children of the East have thriven from age to age, 
 
 Obeying, even as a gixl, the royal father of Cathay : 
 
 Therefore, to this our day, the Rechabite \\'anteth not a man, (") 
 
 But they stand before the Lord, forsaking not the mandate of their sire. 
 
 Therefore shall Magog among the nations arise from his northern lair, 
 
 And rend, in the fury of his power, the insurgent world beneath liim : 
 
 P'or the thunderbolt of concentrated strength can be hurled by the will of one, 
 
 While the dissipated forces of many arc harmless a.'i summer lightning. 
 
 OF REST. (") 
 
 In the silent watches of the night, calm night that brcedeth thoughts, ( ^) 
 
 When the task-weary mind disporteth in the careless play-hours of sleep, 
 
 I dreamf^d ; and behold, a valley, green and sunny and well watered. 
 
 And thousands moving across it, thousands and tens of thousands : 
 
 And though many seemed faint and toil-worn, and stmnbled often, and fell, 
 
 Yet moved they on unresting, as the ever-flowing cataract. 
 
 Tiicn I noted adders in the grass, and pitfalls under the flowers. 
 
 And chasm'^ yawned among the hills, and the ground was cracked and 
 
 slippery : 
 But Hope and her brother Fear sulTered not a foot to linger ; 
 Bright plnntom" of false joys beckoned allurinijly forward, 
 While yelling grisly shapes of dread came hunting on behind : 
 And ceaselessly, like I*ipland swarms, that miserable crowd sped along 
 To the mist-involved banks of a dark and sullen river. 
 There saw I, midway in the water, standing a giant fisher, 
 And he held many lines in his hand, and they called him Iron Destiny. 
 So I tracked those subtle chains, and each held one among the multitude •
 
 38- PROVERBIAL PIIILOoOPHY. 
 
 Then I unJen^tood what hiadiTed, that they rested i.ot in their patli : 
 For the iislier had sport in his fisliing, and drew in hi;j lin33 continually, 
 An.! the new-born babe, and tlie aged man, were drajifged into t'lat dark 
 
 rivor: , 
 
 And he |)uiled all those niynuds along, and none might r?st by the way, 
 Till many, for sheer weariasss, were eagar to plangs into tlie drowning 
 
 sir..a:n. 
 
 So I knew that valley was Life, and it s'o|;cd to the waters of Death. 
 Bat far on the thither ^iJe spread out a calm and silent sliore. 
 Where all was tranquil as a sleet), and the crowded strand was quiet: 
 And I saw there many I had known, but tlieir eyes glared chillingly upon me, 
 As set in deepest slumber ; and they pressed their fingers to tlieir lips. 
 Then I knew t!iat shore was the dwelling of Rest, where spirits held their 
 
 8abi)atb, 
 And it s;;emed tliey would have told me much, but they miglit not break 
 
 that silence ; 
 For the law of their being was mystery : they glided on, hushing as tliey 
 
 wont. 
 Yet further, under t'le sun, at the root"; of purple mountains, 
 I noted a blaze of glorj', as the night-fires on nortlicra skies ; 
 And I heard the hum of joy, as it were a sea of melody ; 
 An I far as the eye could reach, were millions of happy creatures 
 Basking in the golden light ; and I knew that land was Heaven. 
 Then ihe hill whereon I stood split asiniJer, and a crater yawnel at my feet, 
 Black, and deep, and dreadful, fi^nced round with ragged ro3ks : 
 Dimly wa-s the darkness lit up by ;-p:res of di-tant fia-ne : 
 An^l I sav,' below a moving mass of life, like reptiles bred in corruption. 
 Whore all was terrible unrest, shrieks and groans and thunder. 
 
 So I woke, and I thought upon my dream : for it seemed of wisdom's 
 
 ministratio.s. 
 What man is he that findeth rest, though he hunt for it year after year ? 
 As a child he had not yet been wearied, and cared not then to court it ; 
 As a youth he loved not to be quiet, for excitement spurred him into strife ; 
 As a man he tracketh rest in vain, toiling painfuJly to catch it. 
 But .still is he pulled from the pursuit, by tiie strong compulsion of his fate. 
 So he hopcth to have peace in old age, as he cannut rest in manhood. 
 But troubles thicken witli his years, tUi Deatli hath dogged him to tlie grave.
 
 OF HUMILITY. 33 
 
 There rcniainclh a rest for the spirit, on tlio shadowy side of life ; 
 
 But unto tliis world's piigriin no rest for the sole of his foot. 
 
 Ever, from stage to .sttige, he travellcth wearily forward, 
 
 And though he pluck ilowens by the way, he may not sleep among the 
 
 llowcrs. 
 IMIikI is tlie perpetual luotioii ; for it hi a running i^troaui 
 From an unfathomable source, the depth of the divine Intelligence : 
 And though it be stopped in its flowing, yet hath it a current within, 
 The surface may sle^-p unruffled, but underneath are whirljjools of con- 
 tention. 
 Keekest thou rest, O mortal ? — seek it no more on earth. 
 For de.stiny will not cease from dragging thee through the rough wilderness 
 
 of life ; 
 pSoekest thou rest, O imuiorlul ? — hope not to find it in Heaven, 
 For slotli yieldstii not happiness; the bli^s of a spirit is action. 
 Rest dwellcth only on an island in the mid-^t of the ocean of existence, 
 Where the worl !-weary soul for a while may fold its tire.l wingt^, 
 Until, afer ^hort sufiicient slumber, it is quickene! unto dea hlcss energy, 
 And specdcth in cagle-iiight to the Sun of unapproachable perfection. 
 
 OF HUMILITY. 
 
 Vice is grown awcaiy of her gawds, and drancth russet garments, 
 
 Lovin:r for change to walk as a nun, beneith a modest veil : 
 
 For Pride hath not~d how all admire the fiirness of Humility, 
 
 And to clutch the praise he coveteth, is content to be drest in hair-cloth ; 
 
 And wily Lust tempteth t!ic young heart, tliat is proof against the bravery 
 
 of harlots, 
 With timi ! tears and retiring looks of an artless seeming maid ; 
 And indolent Apathy, sleepily ashamed of his dull lack-lustre face, 
 Is glad of the livery of meakn?s<, that charitable cloak and cowl ; 
 And Hatred hideth his demon frown beneath a gentle mask ; 
 And Slander, snake-like, creepeth in the dust, thinking to escape recrim- 
 ination. 
 But tlie world hath gained i;omev»liat frouj its years, alid is quick to peuo- 
 trato disguises ;
 
 40 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Neither in all these is it easily deceived, but rig^htly divideth the true from 
 the false. 
 
 Yet there is a meanness of spirit tliat is fiiir in the oyos of most men, 
 Yea, and seemeth fair unto itself, loving to be thouglil Himiility. 
 It-; choler is not roused by insolence, neither do injuries disturb it : 
 Honest indignation is strange unto its breast, and just reproof unto it? lip. 
 It s'lrinketh, looking fearfully on men, fawning at the feet of the great ; 
 The breath of calumny is sweet unto .its ear, and it courtoth the rod of 
 
 persecution. 
 But what ! art thou not a man, deputed chief of the creation ? 
 Art thou not a soldier of the riglit, militant for God and good ? 
 Shall virtue and truth be degraded, because thou art too base to uphold them ? 
 Or Goliath be bolder in blaspheming for want of a David in the camp ? 
 I say not, avenge injuries ; for the ministry of vengeance is not thine; 
 But wlierefore rebuke not a liar ? wherefore do dishonour to thyself? 
 Wherefore let the evil triumph, when the just and the right are on thy side ? 
 Rufh Humility is abject, it lackcth the life of sensibility. 
 And that resignation is but mock, where the burden is not felt : 
 Suspect thyself and thy meekness : thou art mean and indifferent to sin ; 
 And the heart that should grieve and forgive, is case-hardened and forgetteth. 
 
 Humility mainly beconieth the converse of man with his Maker, 
 But oftentimes it seemsth out of place in the intercourse of man with man : 
 Yet, it is the cringer to his equal, that is chiefly seen bold to his God, 
 While a martyr, whom a world cannot browbeat, is humble as a child 
 
 before Him. 
 Render unto all men their due, but remember thou also art a man, 
 And cheat not thyself of the reverence which is owing to thy reasonable 
 
 being. 
 Be courteous, and listen, and leani : but teach and answer if thou canst : 
 S'Tve thee of thy neighbour's wisdom, but be not enslaved as to a master. 
 Where thou perceivest knowledge, bend the ear of attention and respect ; 
 But yield not further to the teaching, tlmn as thy mind is warranted by 
 
 reasons. 
 Better is an obstinate disputant, that yieldeth inch by inch, 
 Than the shallow traitor to himself, who surrendereth to half an argument. 
 
 Modesty wirmcth good report, but scorn cometh close upon servility ;
 
 OF HUMILITY. 41 
 
 Therefore use meelmess with discretion, casting not pearls before swine. 
 For a fool will tread upon thy neck, if lie seeth thee lying in the dust ; 
 And tlier? be compaiiies and seasons where resolute bearing is but duty. ■ 
 If a good man discloseth his .secret fiulings unto the view of the profane, 
 What docth lie but harm unto his brother, confirming him in his sin : 
 There is a concealment that is right, and an open-mouthed humility tliat 
 
 erretli ; 
 There is a candour near akin to folly, and a meekness looking like shame. 
 Masculine sentiments, vigorously holdon, well become a man ; 
 But a weak mind liath a timorous grasp, and mistaketh it for tenderness of 
 
 conscience. 
 Many are despised for their folly, who put it to the account of their religion, 
 And because men treat them with contempt, they look to their God for glory : 
 Jjiit contempt shall still be their reward, wlio betrayed their Master unto 
 
 ridicvde, 
 Reilecting on Him in themselves, meanness and ignorance and cowardice. 
 A Christian hatli a royal spirit, and need not be ashamed but imto One : 
 Among just m?n walketh Tie softly, but tlie world should see him as a 
 
 champion. 
 His humbleness is fiir unlike the shame that coveretli the profligate and 
 
 weak, 
 When the sober reproof of virtue hath touched their tingling ears ; 
 It-is born of love and wisdom, and is worthy of all honour. 
 And the sweet persuasion of its smile changeth contempt into reverence. 
 
 A 'man of a haughty spirit is daily adding to his enemies : 
 
 He standeth as the Arab in the desert, and the hands of all men are against 
 
 him : 
 A man of a base mind daih' subtractetli from his friends, 
 For he holdeth himself so cheaply, tTiat others learn to despise him. 
 But where the meekness of self-knowledge veileth the front of self-respect, 
 There look thou for the man, whom none can know but they will honour. 
 Humility is the softening shadow before the stature of Excellence, 
 And lieth lowly on the ground, beloved and lovely as the violet : 
 Humility is the frar-haircd maid, that calleth Wortli her brother. 
 The gentle silent nurse, that fostereth infant virtues : 
 Humility liringeth no excuse ; she is welcome to God and man : 
 Her countenance is needful unto <all, who would prosper in either world ; 
 And the mild light of her sweet face is mirrored in the eyes of her com- 
 panions,
 
 42 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And slraitrhUvay stand thoy accepted, children of penitence and love. 
 As when the blind man is ni<^h unto a rose, its sweetnes is the herald of 
 
 its beauty, 
 So when thou savourest humility, be sure thdu art nigh unto merit. 
 A gift rejoiceth the covetoijs, and praise fattencth the vain, 
 And the pride of man deliglitcth in the humble bearing of his fellow ; 
 But to the tender benevolence of the unthanked x\lmoner of good, 
 Humility is queen amoug the graces, for she giveth Him occasion to 
 
 bestow. 
 
 OF PRIDE. 
 
 Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but Pride mineth deeper ; 
 
 It is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul. 
 
 If thou expose it in thy motives, and track it in thy springs of thought, 
 
 Complacent in its own detection, it will seem indignant virtue ; 
 
 Smoothly will it gratulate thy skill, O gubtle anatomist of self. 
 
 And spurn at its very being, wliile it nestleth the deeper in thy bosom. 
 
 Pride is a double traitor, and betray cth itself to entrap thee. 
 
 Making tliee vain of thy self-knowledge ; proud of thy discoveries of pride. 
 
 Fruitlessly thou strainest for humility, by darkly diving into self; 
 
 riather look away from innate evil, and gaze upon extraneous good : 
 
 For in sounding the deep things of the heart, thou slialt learn to be vain 
 
 of its capacities. 
 But in viewing the heights above theo, thou shalt be taught thy littleness ; 
 Could an emmet pry into itself, it might marvel at its ov,-n anatomy. 
 But let it look on eagles, to discern how mean a thing it is. 
 And all things hang upon comparison ; to the greater, gi"eat is small : 
 Neither is there any thing so vile, but somewhat yet is viler : 
 On all sides is there an infinity : the culprit at the gallows hath his worse, 
 And the virgin martyr at the stake need not look far for a better. 
 Therefore see thou that thine aim reacheth unto higher than thyself: 
 Beware that the standard of tliy soul wave from the loftiest battlement : 
 For pride is a pestilent meteor, flitting on the marshes of corruption. 
 That will lure thee forward to thy death, if thou seek to track it to its 
 
 source :
 
 OF EXPERIENCE. 43 
 
 Pride is a gloomy bow, arching tlie infcmal fimiamentj 
 
 That will lead thee on, if thou wilt hunt it, even to the dwelling of despair. 
 
 Deep callctli unto deep, and mountam overtoppetli mountain, 
 
 And still shalt thou fathom to no end the depth and the height of pride ; 
 
 For it is tlie vast ambition of the soul, warped to an idle object, 
 
 And nothing but a Deity in Self can quench its insatiable tJiirst. 
 
 Be aware of the smiling enemy, that openly sheatheth his weapon, 
 But mingleth poison in secret with the sacred salt of hospitality : 
 For pride will lie dormant in thy heart, to snatch its secret opportunity, 
 Watcliing. as a lion-ant, in the bottom of its toils. 
 
 Stay not to parley with thy foe, for his tongue is more potent than liis arm, 
 But be wiser, fighting against pride in the simple panoply of prayer. 
 Aa one also of the poets hath said, let not the Proteus escape thee ; (") 
 For he will blaze forth as fire, and quench liimself in likeness of water ; 
 He will fright thee as a roaring beast, or charm tlice as a subtle reptile. 
 Mark, amid all liis transformations, the complicate deceitfulness of pride, 
 And tlie more he striveth to elude thee, bind him tlie closer in tliy toils. 
 Prayer is the net that snareth him ; prayer is the fetter that holdeth him : 
 Tliou canst not nourish pride, while waiting as an almsman on tliy God, — 
 Waiting in sincerity and trust, or pride shall meet tliee even there : 
 Yea, from the palaces of Heaven, hath pride cast down his miiiions. 
 Root up the mandrake from thy heart, though it cost thee blood m^ groans, 
 Or tli3 cherished garden of thy graces will fade and perish utterly. 
 
 OF EXPERIENCE. 
 
 I KNEW that age was enriched with tlie hard-earned wages of knowledge, 
 And I saw tliat hoary wisdom v.^as bred in the school of disappointment : 
 I noted that tlie wisest of youth, though provident and cautious of evil. 
 Yet sailed along unsteadily, as lacking some ballast of the mind : 
 And the cause seemed to he in this, that while they considered around 
 
 them. 
 And warded oft* all dangers from without, tliey forgat their o\vti weakness 
 
 within. 
 So steer they in self-confidence, until, from the multitude of perila,
 
 44 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 They begin to be wary of themselves, and learn the first lesson of 
 
 Experience. 
 I knew that in the n^oming of life, before its wearisome journey. 
 The youtliful soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being ; 
 It liath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit to its hopes ; 
 Tlie wing of fancy is unclipt, and sin hath not seared its feelings : 
 Each feature is stamped with immortality, for all its desires are infinite, 
 And it seeketh an ocean of happiness, to fill tlie deep hollow \\athin. 
 But the old and the grave look on, pitying that generous youth, 
 For they also have tasted long ago tlie bitterness of hope destroyed : 
 They pity him, and are sad, remembering the dnys that are past, 
 But they know he must taste for himself, or he will not give ear to their 
 
 wisdom. 
 For Experience hath another lesson, which a man will do well if he learn, 
 By checking the flight of expectation, to cheat disappointment of its pain. 
 
 Experience teacheth many things, and all men are his scholars : 
 
 Yet is he a strange tutor, untcaching that which he hath taught. 
 
 Youth is confident, manhood wary, and old age confident again : 
 
 Youth is kind, maiiliood cold, and age retunieth unto kindness. 
 
 For youth suspecteth nought, till manhood, bitterly learned, 
 
 Mistrusteth all, overleaping the mark ; and age correcteth his excess. 
 
 Suspicio" is the scaffold unto faith, a temporary needful e3^esore. 
 
 By whicii the strong man's dwelUng is slowly builded up behind ; 
 
 But soon as the top-stone hath been set to the well-proved goodly pyramid. 
 
 The scaffold is torn down, and well-timed trust taketh its long leave of 
 
 suspicion. 
 A thousand volumes in a thousand tongues, enshrine the lessons of 
 
 Experience, 
 Yet a man shall read them all, and go forth none the wiser : 
 For self-love lendeth him a glass, to colour all he conneth, 
 Lest in the features of another he find his own complexion. 
 And we secretly judge of ourselves, as differing greatly from all men, 
 And love to challenge causes, to show how we can master their effects : 
 Pride is pampered in expecting that we need not fear a common fate, 
 Or wrong-headed prejudice exulteth, in combating old experience ; 
 Or perchance caprice and discontent are the spurs that goad us into danger, 
 Careless, and half in hope to find there an enemy to joust with. 
 Private experience is an unsafe teacher, for we rarely learn both sides,
 
 OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 45 
 
 And from the gilt surface reckon not on steel beneath : 
 The torrid sons of Guinea think scorn of icy seas, 
 And the frostbitten Greenlander disbelieveth suns too hot. 
 But thou, student of "Wisdom, feed on the marrow of the matter ; 
 If tliou wilt suspect, let it be thyself; if thou wilt expect, let it not be 
 gladness. 
 
 OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 
 
 Rashlt, nor ofttime* truly, doth man pass judgment on liis In-other ; 
 For he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the 
 
 mind. 
 And the world is not wiser than of old, when justice was meted by tlie 
 
 sword, 
 WJien the spear avenged the wrong, and the lot decided the right ; 
 When the footsteps of blindfold mnocence were tracked by burning 
 
 ploughshares. 
 And the still condemning water delivered up the wizard to the stake : 
 For we wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see what the end will be, ('^ ) 
 Fi.\ing the right or the wrong, by the issues of failure cr success. 
 Judge not of things by their events ; neither of character by providence ; 
 And count not a man more evil because he is more unfortunate ; 
 For the blessuigs of a better covenant Ue not in the sunshine of prosperity ; 
 But pain and chastisement the rather show the wdsc Father's love. 
 
 Behold that daughter of the v/orld ; she is full of gaiety and gladness ; 
 The diadem of rank is on her brow, uncounted wealth is in her coffers : 
 She tricketli out her beauty like Jezebel, and is welcome in tlie courts of 
 
 kings ; 
 She is queen of the fools of fashion, and ruleth the revels of luxury : 
 And though she sitteth not as Tamar, nor standeth in the ways as Rahab, 
 Yet in the secret of her chamber, she shrinketh not from dalliance and 
 
 guilt. 
 She careth not if there be a God, or a soul, or a time of retribution ; 
 Pleasure is the idol of her heart : she thirsteth for no purer heaven. 
 And she laugheth with light good humour, and all men praise Iier gentle- 
 ness ;
 
 4G PROVERBIAL FIIILOSOPIIY. 
 
 They are glad in her lovely nmile, and the riv?r of her bounty filloth them. 
 So she prospered in the world : the worship and desire of thousands ; 
 And she died even as she had lived, careless and courteous and lilxjral. 
 T!ie grave swallowed up her pomp, the marble proclaimed her virtues, 
 For men esteemed her excellent, and charities sounded forth her praise ; 
 But elsewhere far other judgment settcth her — with infidels and harlots ! 
 She abused the trust of her splendour : and the wages of her sin gjiall be 
 hereafter. 
 
 Look again on this fair girl, the orphan of a village pastor 
 
 Who is dead, and hath left h.er his all, — his blessing, and a name unstained ; 
 
 And friends, with busy zeal, that tlieir purses be not taxed, 
 
 Place the sad mourner in a home, poor substitute for that she hath lost, 
 
 A stranger among strange faces, she drinketh the wormwood of dependence ; 
 
 She-is marked as a child of want ; and tlie world hateth poverty. 
 
 Prayer is not heard in that house ; the day she hath loved tojjallow 
 
 Is noted but by deeper dissipation, the riot of luxury and gaming : 
 
 And wantonness is in her master's eye, and she hath nowhere to flee to ; 
 
 She is cared for by none upon earth, and her God seemeth to forsake her. 
 
 Then cometli, in fair show, the promise, and the feint of affection, 
 
 And her heart, long unused to kindness, remembereth her father, and 
 
 loveth. 
 And the villain hath Vv'rongcd her trust, and mocked, and Hung her from 
 
 him. 
 And m.en point at her and laugh : and women hate her as an outcast : 
 But elsewhere, far other judgment seateth her — among the martyrs ! 
 And the Lord, who seemed to forsake, giveth double glory to the fallen. 
 
 Once more, in the matter of wealtli : if thou throw thine all on a chance. 
 Men will come around tliee, and wait, and watch the turning of the wheel ; 
 And if, in the lotteiy of life, thou hast drawn a splendid prize. 
 What foresight hadst thou, and skill ! yea, what enterprise and -vvisdom ! 
 But if it fall out against thee, and thou fail in thy perilous endeavour, 
 Behold, the simple did sow, and hath reaped the right harvest of his folly : 
 And the world will be glaldly accused, nor will reach out a finger to help ; 
 For why should this speculative dullard be a whirlpool to all around hi.:! ? 
 Go to, let him sink by liimself : we knew what the end of it would be :— 
 For the n>an hath missed his mark, and liis fellows look no further.
 
 OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 47 
 
 Also, touching guilt and innocence : a man shall walk in his uprightness, 
 Year after year without reproach, in charity and honesty with all : 
 But in one evil hour the enemy shall come in Hke a flood ; 
 Shall track him and tempt him, and hem Wra, — till he knoweth not whither 
 
 to fly. 
 Perchance his famishing little ones shall scream in his cars for bread, 
 And, maddene'' hy that fierce crj-, he rusneth as a thief upon the world : 
 The world that hath left him to starve, itself wallowing in plenty, — 
 The world, that denieth him liis rights, — he daringly robbuth it of tliem. 
 I say not, such an one is innocent : but, small is the measure of his guilt 
 To that of his wealthly neighbour, who would not help him at his need ; 
 To that of the selfish epicure, who turned away with coldness from his 
 
 tale ; 
 To that of unsufFering thousands, who look with complacence on his lull. 
 
 Or perchance the continual dropping of the venomed words of spite, 
 
 Insult and injury and scorn, have galled and pierced his heart ; 
 
 Yet, with all long-sutfering and meekness, he forgiveth unto seventy times 
 
 seven : 
 Till, in some weaker moment, tempted beyond endurance. 
 He striketh, more in anger than in hate ; and, alas ! for his heavy chance, 
 He hath smitten unto instant death his spiteful, hfe-long enemy ! 
 And none was by to see it ; and all men knew of their contentions : 
 Fierce voices shout for his blood, and rude hands huiTy him to judgment. 
 Then man's verdict cometh, — Murderer, with forethought malice ; 
 And his name is a note of execration ; his guilt is too black for devils. 
 But to the righteous Judge, sccmeth ho the suffering victim : 
 For his anger was not unlawful, but became him as a Christian and a 
 
 man ; 
 And though his guilt was grievous when he struck that heavy- bitter blow, 
 Yet light is the sin of the smiter, and verily kicketh the beam. 
 To the weight of that man's wickedness, whose slow relentless hatred 
 Mot him at every turn, Vith patient continuance in evil. 
 Doubtless, eternal wrath shall be heaped upon that spiteful enemy. 
 
 It is in vain, it is in vain, siiith tlie preacher ; there be none but tlie right- 
 eous and the wicked. 
 Base rebels, and stanch allies, the true knight, and the traitor ; 
 And he beareth strong witness among men, There i.^ no neutral ground,
 
 48 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The broad liighway and narrow pitli map out the whole domahi ; 
 Sit liere among the saints, these holy chosen few, 
 Or grovel there a wretch condemned, to die among the million. 
 And verily for ultimate results, there be but good and bad ; 
 Heaven hath no dusky twilight ; hell is not gladdened with a dawn. 
 Yet looking round among his follows, who can pass righteous judgment, 
 Such an one is holy and accepted, and such an one reprobate and doomed ? 
 There is so much of good among the worst, so much of evil in the best, 
 Siich seeming partialities in providence, so many things to lessen and expand, 
 Yea, and with all man's boast, so little real freedom of his will, — 
 That, to look a little lower than the surface, garb or dialect or fashion, 
 Thou shalt feebly pronounce for a saint, and faintly condem.n for a sinner. 
 Over many a heart good and true, fluttereth the Great King's pennant : 
 By many an iron hand, the pirate's black banner is unfurled : 
 But there be many more besides, in the yacht and the trader and tlie fish- 
 ing boat, 
 In the feather'd war-canoe, and the quick mysterious gondola : 
 And the armj^ of that Great King hath no stated luiiform ; 
 Of mingled characters and kinds goeth ferth the countless host ; 
 There is the turbaned Damascene, with his tattooed Zealand brother, 
 There the slim bather in the Ganges, with the sturdy Russian boor, 
 The sluggish inmate of a polar cave, with the fire-souled daughter of Brazil, 
 The embruted slave from Cuba, and the Briton of gentle birth. 
 For all are His inheritance, of all lie taketh tithe : 
 And tiie Church, his mercy's ark, hath some of eveiy sort. 
 Who art thou. O man, that art fLxing the limits of the fold ? 
 Wherefore settest thou stakes to spread the tent of heaven ? 
 Lay not the plummet to the line : religion hath no landmarks : 
 No human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith : 
 In some it is as earliest dawn, the scarce diluted darlcness ; 
 In some as dubious twilight, cold and gray and gloomy ; 
 In some the ebon east is streaked with flaming gold : 
 In some the dayspring from on liigli breaketh in all its praise. 
 And who hath determined the when, separating light from darkness ? 
 Who shall pluck from earliest dawn the promise of the day ? 
 Leave that care to the Husbandman, lest thou garner tares ; 
 Help thou the Shepherd in his seeking, but to separate be his : 
 For I have often seen the noble erring spirit 
 Wrecked on the shoals of passion, and numbered of the lost ;
 
 OF ESTIMATING CHARACTER. 49 
 
 Often Uie gfenerous heart, lit by unhallowed fire, 
 
 Counted a brand among the burning, and left uncared-for, in his sin: 
 
 Yet I waited a little year, and the mercy thou hadst forgotten 
 
 Hath purged that noble spirit, washing it in waters of repentance ; 
 
 That glowing generous lieart, having burnt out all its dross, 
 
 Is as a golden censer, ready for the aloes and cassia : 
 
 While thou, hard-\isaged man, unlovely in thy strictness, 
 
 Who turned from him thy sympathies with self-complacent pride, 
 
 How art thou shamed by him ! his heart is a spring of love, 
 
 Wliile the drj- well of thine affections is choked with secret mammon. 
 
 Sometimes at a glance thou judgest well : years could add Uttle to thv 
 
 knowledge : 
 When charity glowetii on tlie cheek, or malice is lowering in the eye, 
 When honesty's open brow, or the weasel-face of cunning is before tnee, 
 Or the loose lip of wantonness, or clear bright forehead of reflection. 
 But often, by shrewd scrutiny, thou judgest to the good man's harm : 
 For it may be liis hour of trial, or he slumbereth at his post, 
 Or he hath slain Ins foe, but not yet levelled the stronghold. 
 Or barely recovered of the wounds, that fleshed him in his fray with passion- 
 Also, of the worst, through prejudice, thou loosely shalt thinli well : 
 For none is altogether evil, and thou mayst catch him at his prayers. 
 There may be one small prize, though all beside be blanks ; 
 A silver thread of goodness in the black sergeclotli of crime. 
 
 There is to whom all things are easy : his mind, as a master-key, 
 Can open, with intuitive address, the treasuries of art and science : 
 There is to whom all things are hard ; but industry giveth him a crow-bar. 
 To force, with groaning laboin*, the stubborn lock of learning: • 
 And often when thou lookest on an eye, dim in native dulness, 
 Little shalt thou wot of the wealth diligence hatli gathered to its gaze ; 
 Often the brov," that sliould be bright w ith the dormant fire of gemus. 
 Within its ample halls, hath ignorance the tenant. 
 Vet are not tlie sons of men cast as in moulds by the lot ? 
 Tiie like in frame and feature hath much dike in spirit ; 
 Such a shape hath such a soul, so that a deep discerner 
 From his make will read the man, and err not far in judgment : 
 Yea, and it holdeth in the converse, that growing similarity of mind 
 Findetii or maketh for itself an apposite dwelling in the body : 
 
 3
 
 so PROVERBIAL rillLOSOPHY. 
 
 Accident may modify, circumstance may bevil, externals seem to change it, 
 
 But still the pnmitive crystal is latent in its many variations : 
 
 For the map of the i'acf^, and tho picture of tiie eye, are traced by the pen 
 
 of jiassion ; 
 And the mind fashioneth a tabernacle suitable for itself. 
 A mean spirit boweth down the back, and the bowing fostereth meanness ; 
 A resolute purpose knitteth the knees, and the firm tread nourisheth 
 
 decision ; 
 Love looketh softly from the eye. and kindleth love by looking ; 
 Hate furroweth the brow, and a man may frown till he hateth : 
 For mind and body, spirit and matter, have reciprocities of power, 
 And each keepeth up the strife ; a man'^^ works make or mar him. 
 
 There bo deeper things tlian tliese, lying in the twilight of truth ; 
 But few can discern them aright, from surroundinjj dimness of error. 
 For perchance, if thou knewest the whole, and largely with comprehensive 
 
 mind 
 Couldst read the history of character, the chequered story of a life. 
 And into the great account, wliich -iumnieth a mortaFs destiny, 
 Wert to add the forces from without, dragging him this way and that. 
 And the secret qualities within, gratted on tlie soul from the womb, 
 And the might of other men's example, among whoni his lot is cast. 
 And the influence of want, or wealth, of kindness, or harsh ill-usage, 
 Of ignorance he cannot help, and knowledge found for him by others, 
 And first impressions, hard to be effaced, and leadings to right or to wrong 
 And inheritance of likeness from a father, and natural human frailty, 
 And the habit of health or disease, and prejudices poured into his mind. 
 And the myriad little matters none but Omniscience can know, 
 And accidents that steer the tlioujrhts, where none but Ubiquity can trace 
 
 them ; — 
 If thou couldst compass all thest^. and the consequents flowing from them, 
 And the scope to which they tend, and the necessary fitness of all things, 
 Then shouldst thou see as He seeth, who judgeth all men equal, — 
 Equal, touching innocence and guilt; and difTerent alone in this, 
 That one acknowledgetli his evil, and looketh to his God for mercy ; 
 Another boasteth of his good, and calleth on his God for justice ; 
 So He, that sendeth none away, is largely munificent to prayer, 
 But, in tne heail of presumption, sheatheth the sword of vengeance.
 
 OF HATRED AND ANGER. Si 
 
 OF HATRED AND ANGER. 
 
 Blctjted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, | 
 
 But that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out enl. 
 
 Anger is a noble infirmity, the generous failing of the just, 
 
 The one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogatives of virtue : 
 
 But hatred is a slow continuing crime, a fire in the bad man's brea«t, 
 
 A dull and hungry flame, for ever craving insatiate. 
 
 Hatred would harm another ; anger would indulge itself: 
 
 Hatred is a simmering poison ; anger, the opening of a valve : 
 
 Hatred destroyeth as the upas-tre? ; anger t^miteth a^ a s^tafF: 
 
 Hatred is the atmosphere of hell ; but anger is known in heaven. 
 
 Is there not a righteous wrath, an anger just and holy, 
 
 When goodness is sitting in the dust, and wickedness enthroned on Babel ? 
 
 Doth pity condemn guilt ? — is justice not a feeling but a law 
 
 Appealing to the line and to the plummet, incognizant of moral sense ? 
 
 Thou that condemnest anger, small is thy sympathy with angels ; 
 
 Thou that hast accounted it for sin, cold is thy conununinn with heaven. 
 
 Beware of the angn,- in his passiou ; but fear not to approach hin\ after- 
 ward ; 
 
 For if thou acknowledge thine error, he himself will be sorry for his wrath : 
 
 Beware of the hater in his coolness ; for he meditateth evil against thee ; 
 
 Commending the resources of his mind calmly to work thy ruin. 
 
 Deceit and treacherj- skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flifth with 
 anger : 
 
 The one lieth secret, as a serpent ; the other clias*th, as a leopard. 
 
 Speedily be reconciled in love, and receive the returning oflender. 
 
 For wittingly prolonging anger, thou tarnperest unconsciously with hatred. 
 
 Patience is power in a man, ner\ing him to rein his spirit : 
 
 Passion is as palsy to liLs ann, v.'hile it yelletli on the coursers to their 
 speed : 
 
 Patience keepeth counsel, and standeth in solid self-possession, 
 
 But the weakness of sudden passion layeth bare the secrets of the soul. 
 
 The sentiment of anger is not ill, when thou lookest on the iinpudence of 
 vice,
 
 M PROVERniAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Or savourest the breath of cahunii}', or hast earned the hard wages of in- 
 justice, 
 
 But see thou that thou curb it in expression, rendering the mildness of 
 rebuke, 
 
 So shalt thou stand without reproach, mailed in all the dignity of virtue. 
 
 OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 
 
 I HEARD the man of sin reproaching the goodness of Jehovah, 
 Wherefore, if he be Almighty I^ove, permitteth he misery and pain ? 
 I saw tjjc child of hope vexed in the labyrinth of doubt, 
 Wherefore, O holy One and just, is the horn of thy foul foe so high 
 
 exalted ? — 
 And, alas ! for this our groaning world, for tliat grief and guilt are here ; 
 Alas ! for that Earth is the battle-field, where good must combat with evil : 
 Angels look on and hold their breath, burning to mingle in the conflict, 
 But the troops of the Captain of Salvation may be none but the soldiers of 
 
 the cross : 
 And that slender band must fight alone, and yet shall triumph gloriously, 
 Enough shall they be for conquest, and the motto of their standard is 
 
 Enovgh. 
 Thou art sad, O denizen of earth, for pains and diseases and death, 
 But remember, thy hand hath eanied tliern ; grudge not at the wages of thy 
 
 doings : 
 Thy guilt, and thy fathers' guilt, must bring many sorrows in their company, 
 And if thou wilt drink sweet poison, doubtless it shall rot thee to the core. 
 Who art thou but the heritor of evil, with a right to nothing good ? 
 The respite of an interval of ease were a boon which Justice might deny 
 
 tliee : 
 Therefore lay thy hand up(jn thy moutli, O man much to be forgiven, 
 And wait, thou child of hope, for time shall teach thee all things. 
 Yet hSar, for my speech shall comtbrt thee ; reverently, but with boldness, 
 I would raise the sable curtain, that hideth the symmetry of Providence. 
 Pain and sin are convicts, and toil in tlieir fetters for good ; 
 The weapons of evil are turned against itself, fighting under better 
 
 banners:
 
 OF GOOD IN THINGS EVIL. 53 
 
 The leech deHghteth in stinging, and the wicked lovetJi to do harm, 
 But the wise Physician of the universe useth that ill tendency for health. 
 Verily from others' griefs arc gendered sympathy and kindness ; 
 Patience, humility, and foith, spring not seldom from thine own : 
 An enemy, humbled by his sorrows, cannot be far from thy forgiveness, 
 A iVicnd who hatli tasted of calamity, shall fan the dying incense of thy 
 
 love : 
 And for thyself, is it a small thing, so to learn thy frailty, 
 That from an aching bone thou savest the whole body ? 
 The furnace of affliction may be fierce, but if it refineth thy soul, 
 The good of one meek thought shall outweigh years of torment. 
 Nevertheless, wretched man, if thy bad heart be hardened in the flame, 
 Being earth-born, as of clay, and not of moulded wax. 
 Judge not the hand that smiteth, as if thou wert visited in wrath ; 
 Reproach thyself, for He is Justice : repent thee, for He is Mercy. 
 
 Cease, fond caviller at wisdom, to be satisfied that every thing is wTong : 
 
 Be sure there is good necessity, e\en for the flourishing of evil. 
 
 Would the eye dehght in perpetual noon ? or the ear in imqualitied har- 
 monies ? 
 
 Hath v.'inter's frost no welcome, contrasting sturdily \\ifli summer ? 
 
 Couldst thou discern benevolence, if there were no sorrows to be soothed ? 
 
 Or discover the resources of contrivance, if notliing stood opposed to tlie 
 means ? 
 
 What were power without an enemy ? or mercy witliout an object ? 
 
 Or truth, where the false were impossible ? or love, where love were a 
 debt? 
 
 The characters of God were but idle, if all things around him were per- 
 fection, 
 
 And virtues might slumber on like death, if tliey lacked tlie opportunities 
 of e\'il. 
 
 There is one all-perfect, ami but one ; man dare not reason of His Essence. 
 
 But there must be deficiencies in heaven, to leave room for progression in 
 bliss : 
 
 A realm of unqualified best were a stagnant pool of being, 
 
 And the circle of absolute perfection, the abstract cipher of indolence. 
 
 Sin is an awful shadow, but it addeth new glories to the light ; 
 
 Sin is a black foil, but it setteth off the jewelry of heaven ; 
 
 Sin is the traitor that hath dragged tlie majesty of mercy into action ;
 
 54 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Sin is the whelming argument, to justify tlic attribute of vengeance. 
 
 It is a deep dark thought, and needoth to be dihgently studied, 
 
 But perchance evil was essential, that God should be seen of his creatures: 
 
 For where perfection is not, there lacketh possible good, 
 
 And the al)sence of better that might be, taketli from the praise of it is 
 
 well : 
 And creatures must be finite, and finite cannot be perfect ; 
 Therefore, though in small degree, creation involveth evil, 
 He chargeth his angels with folly, and the heavens are not clean in Ilia 
 
 sight : 
 For every existence in the un'verse hath either imperfection or Godhead : 
 And the light that blazeth but in One, nuist be softened witli shadow for 
 
 the many. 
 There is then good in evil ; or none could have known his Maker ; 
 No spii'itual intellect or essence could have gazed on his high perfections, 
 No angel harps could have tuned the wonders of Jiis wisdom, 
 No ransomed souls have praised the glories of his mercy, 
 No howling fiends have shown the terrors of his justice, 
 But God would have dwelt alone in the fearful solitude of holiness. 
 
 Nevertheless, O sinner, harden not thine heart in e^il ; 
 
 Nor plume thee in imaginary triumph, because tliou art not valueless as 
 
 vile ; 
 Because thy dark abominations add lustre to the clrarity of Liglit ; 
 Because a wonder-working alchemy draineth elixir out of poisons ; 
 Because the same fiery volcano that scorcheth and ravageth a continent, 
 Hath in the broad blue bay cast up some petty island ; 
 Because to the full demonstration of the qualities and accidents of good, 
 The swarthy legions of the devil have toiled as unwitting pioneers : 
 For sin is still sin ; so hateful Love doth hate it ; 
 A blot on the glory of creation, which justice must wipe out. 
 Sin is a loathsome leprosy, fretting the white robe of innocence ; 
 A rottenness, eating out the heart of the royal cedars of Lebanon ; 
 A pestilential blast, tlic terror of that holy pilgrimage ; 
 A rent in the sacred veil, whereby God left his temple. 
 Therefore, consider thyself, thou that dost not sorrow for thy guilt : 
 Fear evil, or face its enemy : dread sin, or dare justice. 
 
 Yea, saith the Spirit : and their works do follow them ;
 
 OF GOOD IN THlNGt^ F.VIL, 55 
 
 Habits, and thoughts, and deeds, are shadows and satelhtes of self. 
 
 What I shall the claimant to a throne stand forward with a rabble rout, — • 
 
 Meanness, impiety, and lust ; riot and indolence and vanity ? 
 
 Nay, man ! the train wherewith thou comest attend whither thou shall go ; 
 
 A throne for a king's son, but an inner dungeon for the felon. 
 
 For a man's works do follow him : bodily, standing in the judgment, 
 
 Behold the false accuser, behold the slandered saint ; 
 
 The slave, and his bloody driver ; the poor, and his generous friend ; 
 
 The simple dupe, and the crafty knave : tlie murderer, and — his \'ictim ! 
 
 Yet all are in many characters : the best stand guilty at the bar ; 
 
 And lie that seemed the worst may have most of real e.xcuse. 
 
 The t<ilents unto which a man is bom, be they few or many, 
 
 Are dropped into the balance of account, working unlooked-for changes, 
 
 And perchance the convict from the galleys may stand above the hermit 
 
 from his cell, 
 For that the obstacles in one outweigh the propensicms in the other. 
 There be, who have made themselves friends, yea, by unrighteous 
 
 mammon, — 
 Friends, ready waiting as an escort to those everlasting habitations ; 
 Embodied in living witnesses, thronging to meet them in a cloud. 
 Charity, meekness and truth, zeal, sincerity and patience. 
 There be, who have made themselves foes, yea, by honest g:iin. 
 Foes, whose plaint must have its answer, before the bright portal i« 
 
 unbarred : 
 Pride, and selfishness, and sloth, apathy, wrath, and falsehood, 
 Bind to their everlasting toil many that must weary in the fires. 
 Love hath a })ower and a longing to save the gathered world. 
 And rescue universal man from the hunting hell-hounds of his doings: 
 Yet few, here one and there one, scanty as the gleaning after harvest, 
 Are glad of the robes of praise which Mercy would fling around the 
 
 naked ; 
 But wrapping closer to their skin the poisoned tunic of their works, 
 They stand in self-dependence to perish in abandonment of God.
 
 56 PtlOVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 OF PRAYER. 
 
 A WICKED man scorneth prayer, in tho shallow sophistry of reason, 
 He deridetli the silly hope, that God can be moved by supphcation: — 
 Can tlie unchangeable be changed, or waver in his purpose ? 
 Can the weakness of pity alfect him ? Should he turn at the bidding of a 
 
 man? 
 Methought he ruled all things, and 3'e called his decrees immutable, 
 But if thus he listeneth to words, wherein is the firmness of iiis will ? — 
 So I heard the speech of the wicked, and, lo, it was smoother than oil ; 
 But I Imew that his reasonings were false, for the promise of the Scriptm-e 
 
 is trne : 
 Yet was my soul in darkness, for his words were too hard for me ; 
 Till I turned to my God in prayer, for I know he heareth always. 
 Then I looked abroad on the earth, and, behold, the Lord was in all things, 
 Yet saw I not his hand in aught, but perceived that he worketh by means ; 
 Yea, and the power of the mean proveth the wisdom that ordained it ; 
 Yea, and no act is useless, to the hurling of a stone through the air. 
 So I turned my thoughts to supplication, and beheld the mercies of Je- 
 hovah, 
 And I saw sound argument was still the faithful friend of godliness ; 
 For as the rock of the affections is the solid approval of reason, 
 Even so the temple of Religion is founded on the basis of Philosophy. 
 
 Scorner, thy thoughts are weak, they reach not the summit of the matter. 
 Go to, for the mouth of a child might sliow thee the mystery of prayer : 
 Verily, there is no change in the counsels of the Mighty Ruler : 
 Verily, his purpose is strong, and rooted in the depths of necessity : 
 But who hath shown thee liis purpose, who hatli made known to thee liis 
 
 will ? 
 Wlien, O gainsayer, hast thou been schooled in the secrets of wisdom ? 
 Fate is a creature of God, and all things move in their orbits. 
 And tliat which shall surely happen is known unto him from eternity ; 
 But as, m the field of nature, he useth the sinews of the ox, * 
 
 And commandeth diligence and toil, himself gi\ ing the increase. 
 So, in the kingdom of his grace, granteth he omnipotence to prayer, 
 For he knoweth what thou wilt ask, and what thou wilt ask arififht
 
 OF PRAYER. 57 
 
 No man can pray in faith, whose prayer is not grounded on a promise : 
 Yet a good man commendeth all things to the righteous wisdom of his God: 
 For those who pray in faith, trust the immutable Jehovah, 
 And they who ask blessings unpromised. lean on uncovenanted mercy. 
 
 Tvlan, regard thy prayers as a purpose of love to thy soul : 
 Esteem the providence that led to them as an index of God's good-will : 
 So shalt thou pray aright, and thy words shall meet with acceptance. 
 Also, in pleading for others, be tlumkful for the fullness of thy prayer. 
 For if thou art ready to ask, the Lord is more ready to bestow. 
 The salt preserveth the sea, and the saints uphold the earth ; 
 Their prayers are the thousand pillars that prop the canopy of nature. 
 Verily, an hour without prayer, from some ten^estrial mind, 
 Were a curse in the calendar of time, a spot of the blackness of darkness. 
 Perchance the terrible day. when the world must rock into ruins, 
 Will be one u.nwiiitened by prayer. — shall He find faith on the earth ? 
 For there is an economy of merc^^ as of wisdom, and povrer, and means; 
 Neitlier is one blessing granted, imbesought from the treasury of good ; 
 And the chantable heart of the Being, to depend upon whom is happiness, 
 Never withholdeth a bounty, so long as his subject prayeth ; 
 Yea, ask what thou wilt, to the second throne in heaven, 
 It is thine, for whom it was appointed ; there is no limit unto prayer : 
 But and if thou cease to ask, tremble, thou self-suspended creature, 
 For thy strength is cut off as was Samson's : and the hour of thy doom is 
 com.o. 
 
 Frail art thou, O man, as a bubble on tlie breaker. 
 Weak and governed by externals, like a poor bird caught in tlie storm ; 
 Yet thy momentarj' breath can still the raging waters, 
 Thy hand can touch a lever that may move the world. 
 O Merciful, we strike eternal covenant with thee, 
 For man may take for his ally tlie King who mleth kings ; 
 How strtmg, yet how most weak, in utter poverty how rich, 
 ^\^lat possible omnipotence to good is donnant in a man I 
 Behold tliat fragile form of delicate transparent beautv. 
 Whose light-blue eye and hectic cheek are lit by the balefires of decline, 
 All droopingly she lieth, as a dew-laden hly. 
 
 Her flaxen tresses, raslily luxuriant, dank with unhealthy moisture : 
 Hath not thy heart said of her, Alas ! poor child of weaJuiess ? 
 
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 58 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Thou hast erred ; Goliath of Gatli stood not in half lier strength : 
 Terribly she fisjhteth in the van as the virjrin daujjfhter of Orleans, 
 She bearctli the bannf^r of heaven, her onset is the rushing cataract. 
 Seraphim rally at her side, and the captain of that host is GikI, 
 And the serried ranks of evil are routed by the liglitning of her eye ; 
 She is the King's remembrancer, juid steward of many blessings, 
 Holding the buckler of security over her unthankful land ; 
 For that weak fluttering heart is strong in faith assured, 
 Dependence is her might, and behold — she prayeth. 
 
 Angels are round the good man, to catch the incense of his prayers, 
 
 And tliey fly to minister kindness to those for whom he pleadeth ; 
 
 For the altar of his heart is lighted, and burneth before God continually, 
 
 And he breatheth, conscious of liis joy, the native atmosphere of heaven ; 
 
 Yea, though poor, and comtemned, and ignorant of this world's wisdom ; 
 
 111 can his fellows spare him, though they know not of his value ; 
 
 Thousands bewail a hero, and a nation mourneth for its king, 
 
 But the wliole universe lamenteth tlic loss of a man of prayer. 
 
 Verily, were it not for One, who sitteth on his rightful throne. 
 
 Crowned with a rainbow of emerald, ('^) the green memorial of earth, — 
 
 For one, a mediating man, tliat hath clad his Godhead with mortality, 
 
 And offereth prayer without ceasing, the royal priest of Nature, 
 
 I^Iatter and life and mind had simk into dark annihilation, 
 
 And the lightning frown of Justice withered the world into nothing. 
 
 Thus, O worshipper of reason, thou hast heard ths sum of the matter ; 
 
 And woe to his hairy scalp that restraineth prayer before God. 
 
 Prayer is a creature's strength, his very breath and being ; 
 
 Prayer is the golden key that can open the wicket of Mercy ; 
 
 Prayer is the magic sound that saith to Fate, So be it ; 
 
 Prayer is tlic slender nerve that moveth the muscles of Omnipotence. 
 
 Wherefore, pray, O creature, for -many and gTcat are thv wants ; 
 
 Thy mind, thy conscience, and thy being, thy rights commend thee unto 
 
 prayer, 
 The cure of all cares, the grand panacea for all pains, 
 Doubt's destroyer, ruin's remedy, the antidote to all anxieties. 
 
 So then, God is true, and yet He hath not changed : 
 
 It is he that sendeth the petition, to answer it according to his will.
 
 THE LORD'S PRAYER. 59 
 
 THE LORD'S PRAYER. 
 
 In'Quirest thou, O man, wlierewithal may I come unto the Lord ? 
 
 And with what wonder-working sounds may I move the majesty of heaven 7 
 
 There is a model to thy hand ; upon that do thou frame thy supplication ; 
 
 Wisdom hath measured its words, and redemption urg-eth tliee to use them. 
 
 Call th}' God thy Father, and yet not thine alone, 
 
 For thou art but one of many, thy brotlierhood is with all : 
 
 Remember his high estate, that ho dwelleth King of Heaven ; 
 
 80 shall thy thoughts be humbled, nor love be unmixed with reverence : 
 
 Be thy first petition unsolflsh, the honour of Him who made thee, 
 
 And that in the depths of thy heart his memory be shrined in holiness : 
 
 Pray for that blessed time when good shall triumph over evil, 
 
 And one uni^'ersal temple echo the perfections of Jehovah : 
 
 Bend thou to his good-will, and subserve his holy purposes, 
 
 Till in thee, and those around thee, grow a little heaven upon earth : 
 
 Humbly as a grateful almsman, beg thy bread of God, — 
 
 Bread for thy triple estate, for thou hast a trinity of nature : 
 
 Humility sniootheth the way, and gratitude softeneth the heart. 
 
 Be then thy prayer for pardon mingled with the tear of penitence ; 
 
 Yea, and while, all unworthy, thou leanest on the hand that should smite, 
 
 Thou canst not from thy fellows withhold thy less forgiveness. 
 
 To thy Father thy wefilinesses are known, and thou hast not hid thy sin, 
 
 Therefore ask him, in all trust, to lead thee from the dangers of temptation ; 
 
 While the last petition of the soul that breatheth on the confines of prayer 
 
 Is deliverance from sin and the evil one. the miseries of earth and hell. 
 
 And wherefore, child of hope, should the rock of thy confidence be sure ? 
 
 Tiiou knowest that God heareth, and promiseth an answer of peace ; 
 
 Thou knowest that he is King, and none can stay his hand ; 
 
 Thou knowest his power to be boundless, for there is none other : 
 
 And to Him thou givest glory, as a creature "f his workmanship jind favour, 
 
 For the never-ending term of thy saved and bright e.xistence.
 
 60 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 OF DISCRETION. 
 
 For what then was I born ? — to fill the circling year 
 
 With daily toil for daily bread, with f^ordid pains and pleasures ? — 
 
 To walk this chequered world, alternate light and darkness, 
 
 The day dreams of deep thought followed by the night-dreams of fancy ?— 
 
 To be one in a full procession ?— to dig my kindred clay? — 
 
 To decorate the gallery of art ? — to clear a few acres of forest ? 
 
 For more than these, my soul, tliy God hath lent thee life. 
 
 Is then that noble end to feed this mind with knov/ledge, 
 
 To mix for mine own tliirst the sparkling wine of wisdom, 
 
 To light with many lamps the caverns of my heart. 
 
 To reap, in the furrows of my brain, good harvest of right reasons ? — 
 
 For more than these, my soul, tliy God hatli lent thee life. 
 
 Is it to grow stronger in self-govenmient, to check tlie chafing will, 
 
 To curb with tightening rein the mettled steeds of passion, 
 
 To welcome with calm heart, far in the voiceless desert, 
 
 The gracious visitings of heaven that bless my single self? 
 
 For more than these, my soul, thy God hath lent thee life. 
 
 To aim at thine own happiness, is an end idolatrous and evil : 
 
 In earth, yea in heaven, if thou seek it for itself, seeking thou shalt not find. 
 
 Happiness is a roadside fiower, growing on the highways of Usefulness ; 
 
 Plucked, it shall wither in thy hand ; passed by. it is fragrance to thy spirit; 
 
 Love not thine own soul, regard not thine own weal, 
 
 Trample the thyme beneath thy feet ; be useful, and be happy ! 
 
 Thus unto fair conclusions argueth generous youth, 
 
 And quickly he starteth on his course, knight-errant to do good. 
 
 His sword is edged with arguments, his vizor terrible with censures ; 
 
 He gooth full mailed in i'aith, and zeal is llauiing at his heart. 
 
 Yet one thing he lackeih, tho Mentor of the mind. 
 
 The quiet whisper of Discretion — Thy time is not yet come. 
 
 For he smiteth an oppressor ; and vengeance for that smiting 
 
 Is dealt in double stripes on the faint body of the victim : 
 
 He is glad to give and to distribute ; and clamorous pauperism feastetli, 
 
 While honest labour, pining, liideth his sharp ribs : 
 
 He challengeth to a fair field that subtle giant Infidelity,
 
 OF DISCRETION. «1 
 
 And worsted in the unequal fight, strengthenetli the hands of error : 
 
 He hasteth to teach and preach, as the war-liorse rusheth to tlie battle, 
 
 And to pave a way for truth, would break up the Apennines of prejudice : 
 
 He wearietli by stale proofs, where none looked for a reason, 
 
 And to tlie listening ear will urge tiie false argument of feeling. 
 
 So hath it often been, that, judging by resute. 
 
 The hottest friends of truth have done her deadliest wrong. 
 
 Aliis ! for there are enemies without, glad enough to parley with a traitor, 
 
 And a zealot will let down the drawbridge, to prove his own prowess : 
 
 Yea, from within will he break away a breach in the citadel of truth 
 
 That he may fill the gap, for fame, with his own weak body. 
 
 Zeal without judgment is an evil, though it be zeal unto good : 
 Touch not the ark with unclean hand, yea, though it seem to totter. 
 There are evil who work good, and there are good v.ho work evil. 
 And foolish backers of wisdom have brought on her many reproaches. 
 Truth hath more than enough to combat in the minds of all men. 
 For the mist of sense is a thick veil, and sin hath warped their wills ; 
 Yet doth an officious helper awkwardly prevent her victory, — 
 These thy wounded hands were smitten in the house of friends : — 
 To point out a meaning in her words, he will blot those words \vith his 
 
 finger ; 
 And winnow chaflFinto tlie eyes, before lie hath wheat to show : 
 He will heap sturdy logs on a faint expiring fire. 
 And with a room in flames, will cast the casement open ; 
 By a shoulder to the wheel downhill harasseth tlie labouring beast, 
 And where obstruction were needed, will harm by an ill-judged thrusting-on. 
 A vessel foundereth at sea, if a storm have unshipped the rudder ; 
 And a rnind with much sail shall require heavy ballast. 
 Take a lever by the middle, thou shalt seem to prove it powerless, 
 Argue for truth indiscreetly, thou slialt toil for falsehood. 
 There is plenty of room for a peaceable man in the most thronged assembly; 
 But a quarrelsome spirit is straitened in the open field : 
 Many a teacher, lacking judgment, liindereth his own lessons ; 
 And the savoury mess of pottage is spoiled by a letter herb : ! 
 
 The garment woven of a piece is raslily torn by schism, I 
 
 Because its unwise claimants will not cast lots for its possession. 
 
 Discretion guide thee on thy way, noble-minded youth,
 
 62 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Help thee to humour infirmities, to wink at innocent errors, 
 
 To tiike small count of forms, to bear witli prejudice and fancy : 
 
 Discretion guard thine asking, discretion aid thine answer, 
 
 Teach thee that well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech, 
 
 Whisper thee, thou art Weakness, though t/iy cause be strength, 
 
 And tell thee, the keystone of an arch c<in be loosened with least labour 
 
 from witiiin. 
 The snows of Ilecla lie around its troubled smoking Geysers; 
 Ijet the cool streams of prudence temper the hot spring of ze;d : 
 So sludt thou gain thine honourable end, nor lose the midway prize ; 
 So shall tliy life be useful, and thy young heart happy. 
 
 OF TRIFLES. 
 
 Yet once more, saith the fool, yet once, and is it not a little one ? 
 Spare me this folly yet an hour, for what is one among so many ? 
 And he blindeth his conscience with lies, and stupefieth his heart with 
 
 doubts ; — 
 Whom shall I hann in this matter ? and a little ill breedeth miich good ; 
 My thouglitii, are they not mine own ? and they leave no mark behind tliem ; 
 And if God so pardoneth crime, how should these petty sins affect him ? — 
 So he transgresseth yet again, and falleth by little and little, 
 Till the ground crumble beneath him, and he sinketh in the gulf despairing. 
 For there is nothing in the earth so small that it may not produce great 
 
 things, 
 And no swerving from a right line, that may not lead eternally astray. 
 A landmark tree was once a seed, and the dust in the balance maketh a 
 
 difference ; 
 And the cairn is heaped high by each one flinging a pebble : 
 The dangerous bar in the harbour's moutli is only grains of sand ; 
 And the shoal that hath wrecked a navy is the work of a colony of worms : 
 Yea, and a despicable gnat may madden the mighty elephant *, 
 And the living rock is worn by the diligent flow of the brook. 
 Little art thou, O man, and in trifles tliou contendest with thine equals, 
 For atoms must crowd upon atoms, ere crime groweth to be a giant.
 
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 What, is thy servant a dog ? — not yet wilt thou grasp the dagger, 
 
 Not yet wilt thou laugh with the scoffers, not yet betray the innocent : 
 
 But, if thou nourisli in thy heart the reveries of injury or passion, 
 
 And travel in mental heat the mazy labyrintlis of guilt, 
 
 And then conceive it possible, and then reflect on it as done, 
 
 And use, by little and little, thyself to regard thyself a villain, 
 
 Not long will crime be absent from the voice that doth invoke him to thy 
 
 heart. 
 And bitterly wilt thou grieve, that the buds have ripened into poison. 
 
 A spark is a molecule of matter, yet it may kindle the world ; 
 
 Vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. 
 
 Despise not tlKJU a small thing, eitlier for evil or for good ; 
 
 For a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth : 
 
 The walking this way or that, the casual stopping or hastening, 
 
 Hath saved life, and destroyed it, hath cast down and built up fortunes. 
 
 Commit thy trifles unto God, for to him is nothing trivial ; 
 
 And it is but the littleness of man that seeth no greatness in a trifle. 
 
 All things are infinite in parts, and the moral is as the material, 
 
 Neither is any tiling vast, but it is compacted of atoms. 
 
 Thou art wise, and shalt find comfort, if thou study thy pleasure in trifles, 
 
 For slender joys, often repeated, fall as sunshine on the heart : 
 
 Thou art wise, if ihou beat off petty troubles, nor suffer their stinging to 
 
 fret thee : 
 Thrust not thine hand among the thorns, but with a leathern glove. 
 Regard nothing lightly which the wisdom of Providence hath ordered ; 
 And therefore, consider all things that happen unto tliee or unto others. 
 The warrior that stood against a host, may be pierced unto death by a 
 
 needle ; 
 And the saint that feareth not the fire, may perish the victim of a thought. 
 A mote in the gunner's eye is as bad as a spike in the gun > 
 And the cable of a furlong is lost through an ill-wrought inch. 
 The streams of small pleasures fill the lake of happiness : 
 And the deepest wretchedness of life is continuance of petty pains. 
 A fool obsen'eth nothing, and seemeth wise unto himself ; 
 A wise man heedeth all things, and in his own eyes is a fool : 
 He that wonuereth at nothing hath no capabilities of bliss ; 
 But he that scrutinizeth trifles hath a store of pleasure to his hand. 
 If pestilence stalk through the land, ye say, This is God's doing ;
 
 64 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Is it not also His doin^, when an apliis crcepetli on a rose-bud ? — 
 
 If an avalanche roll from its Alp, ye tremble at the will of Providence ; 
 
 Is not that will concerned when the sear leaves fall from the poplar ? — 
 
 A thing is great or little only to a mortal's thinking, 
 
 But abstracted from the body, all things are alike important : 
 
 The Ancient of Days noteth in his book the idle converse of a creature 
 
 And happy and wise is the mtin to whose thought existeth not a trifle. 
 
 OF RECREATION. 
 
 To join advantage to amusement, to gather profit witli pleasure, 
 
 Is the wise man's necessary aim, when he lieth in the shade of recre 
 
 ation, 
 For he cannot fling aside his mind, nor bar up the floodgates of his wisdom ; 
 Yea, though he strain after folly, his mental monitor shall check him : 
 For knowledge and ignorance alike have laws essential to their being, — 
 The sage studietli amusements, and the simple laugheth in his studies. 
 Few, but full of understanding, are the books of the library of God, 
 And fitting for all seasons are the g;iin and the gladness they bestow : 
 The volume of mystery and Grace, for the hour of deep communings. 
 When the soul considereth intensely the startling marvel of itself; 
 The book of destiny and Providence for the tiiue of sober study, 
 When the mind gleanetli wisdom from the olive grove of history : 
 An.d the cheerful pages of Nature, to gladden the pleasant holiday. 
 When the task of duty is complete, and the heart swelleth high with sat- 
 isfaction. 
 The soul may not safely dwell too long with the deep things of futurity ; 
 ThQ mind mav not alwavs be bent back, like the Parthian, straining at the 
 
 pastiC") 
 And, if thou art wearied with wrestling on the broad arena of science, 
 Leave awhile thy friendly foe, half vanquished in the dust, 
 Refresh thy jaded limbs, return with vigour to the strife, — 
 Thou shalt easier find thyself his master, for the vacant interval of leisure. 
 
 That which may profit and amuse b gathered from the volume of creation.
 
 OF RECREATION. 65 
 
 For every chapter therein teemeth with the playfulness of wisdom. 
 
 The elements of all things are tlie s-ame, though nature hath mixed them 
 
 with a difference, 
 And Learning delighteth to discover the affinity of seeming opposites : 
 So out of great things and small draweth he the secrets of the universe, 
 And argueth the cycles of the stars, from a pebble flung by a a child. 
 It is pleasant to note all plants, from the rush to the spreading cedar, 
 From the giant king of palms, (") to the lichen that staineth its stem : 
 To watch the workings of instinct, that grosser reason of brutes, — 
 The river-horse browsing in tlie jungle, the plover screaming on the 
 
 moor. 
 The cayman, basking on a mud-bank, and the walrus anchored to an 
 
 iceberg, 
 The dog at his master's feet, and the milk-kine lowing in the meadow; 
 To trace the consummate skill that hath modelled the anatomy of insects, 
 Small fowls that sun their wings on the petals of wild flowers ; 
 To learn a use in the beetle, and more than a beauty in the butterfly ; 
 To recognize affection in a moth, and look with admiration on a spider. 
 It is glorious to gaze upon the firmament, and see from far the mansions 
 
 of the blest. 
 Each distant shining v.-orld, a kingdom for one of the redeemed ; 
 To read tlie antique history of earth, stamped upon those medals in the 
 
 rocks 
 Which Design hath rescued from decay, to tell of the green infancy of 
 
 time ; 
 To gather from the unconsidered shingle mottled star-like agates, 
 Full of unstoried flowers in tlie bubbling bloom-clialcedony : 
 Or gay and curious shells, fretted with microscopic caning, 
 Corallines, and fresh seaweeds, spreading forth their delicate branches. 
 It is an admirable lore, to learn the cause in the change. 
 To study the chemistry of Nature, her grand, but simple secrets. 
 To search out all her wonders, to track tlie resources of her skill, 
 To note her kind compensations, her unobtrusive excellence. 
 In all it is wise happiness to see the well-ordained laws of Jehovali, 
 The harmony that filleth all his mind, the justice that tempercth his 
 
 bounty, 
 The wonderful all-prevalent analogy tliat testifietli one Creator, 
 The broad arrow of the Great King, carved on .all tiie stores of his arsenaL 
 But beware, O worshipper of God, tiiou forget not him in his dealings,
 
 66 FROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Though the bright emanations of his power hide him in created glory ; 
 For if, on the sea of knowledge, thou regardest not the pole-star of reli- 
 gion. 
 Thy bark will miss her port, and run upon the sandbar of folly : 
 And if, enamoured of the mesms, thou considerest not the scope to whicli 
 
 they tend, 
 Wherein art thou wiser tlian the child, that is pleased with toys and 
 
 baubles ? 
 Verily, a trifling scholar, thou heedest but the letter of instruction : 
 For as motive is spirit unto action, as memory endeareth place. 
 As the sun doth fertilize the earth, as affection quickeneth the heart, 
 So is the remembrance of God in the varied wonders of creation. 
 
 Man hath found out inventions, to cheat him of the weariness of life. 
 
 To help him to forget realities, and hide the misery of guilt. 
 
 For love of praise, and hope of gain, for passion and delusive happiness, 
 
 He joineth the circle of folly, and heapeth on the fire of excitement ; 
 
 Oftentimes sadly out of heart at the tiresome insipidity of pleasure. 
 
 Oftentimes labouring in vain, convinced of the palpable deceit ; 
 
 Yet a man speaketh to his brother, in the voice of glad congratulation, 
 
 And thinketh others happy, thotigh he himself be wretched : 
 
 And hand joineth hand to help in the toil of amusement, 
 
 VV'hile the secret acliing heart is vacant of all but disappointment. 
 
 The cheapest pleasures are the best ; and nothing is more costly than sin ; 
 
 Yet we mortgage futurity, counting it but little loss ; 
 
 Neither can a man delight in that which breedeth sorrow. 
 
 Yet do we hunt for joy even in the fires that consume it. 
 
 Whoso would lind gladness may meet her in the hovel of poverty, 
 
 Where benevolence hath scattered around tlie gleanings of the horn of 
 
 plenty ; 
 Whoso would sun himself in peace, may be seen of her in deeds of mercy. 
 When the pale lean cheek of tiie destitute is wet with grateful tears. 
 If the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness. 
 It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement ; 
 But when thou prosperest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired, 
 To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on tlie couch of indolence.
 
 TIIE TRAIN OF RELIGION. (ft 
 
 THE TRAIN OF RELIGION. 
 
 Stay awhile, thou blessed band, be entreated, daughters of heaven ! 
 While the chance-met scholar of Wisdom learneth your sacred names : 
 He is resting a little from his toil, yet a little on the borders of earth, 
 And fain would he have you his friends, to bid him glad welcome hereafter. 
 Who among the glorious art thou, that walkest a Goddess and a Queen, 
 Thy crown of living stars, and a golden cross thy sceptre ? 
 Who among Howers of loveliness is she, thy seeming herald, 
 Yet she boasteth not thee nor herself, and her garments are plain in their . 
 
 neatness ? 
 Wherefore is there one amon^ the train, whose eyes are red with weeping, 
 Yet is her open forehead beaming with the sun of ecstii.sy ? 
 And who is that blood-stained warrior, with glor\' sitting on his crest ? 
 And wlio that solemn sasre, calm in majestic difrnitv ? 
 Also, in the lengthening troop see" some clad in robes of triumph, 
 Whose fair and sunny faces I iiave known and loved on earth : 
 Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, and Sciences, and Muses, 
 That, like sisters of charity, temled in this world's hospital ; 
 W^elcome, for verily I knew, }^ could not but be children of the light. 
 Though earth hath soiled yrnir robes, and robbed you of half j-our glory ; 
 Welcome, chiefly welcomfff for I find I have friends in heaven, 
 And some I might scar^have looked for, as tliou, light-hearted Mirth ; 
 Thou, also. star-robed/Urania : and thou, with the curious glass. 
 That rejoicedst in tolcking wisdom where the eye was too dull to note it ; 
 And art thou too gj^ong the blessed, mild, much injured Poetrv ? 
 Who quickenest with light and beauty the leaden face of mutter, 
 Who not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens witii music, 
 And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from the stars, — • 
 That hast been to me for oil and for wine, to cheer and uphold my soul, 
 When wearied, battling with the surge, the stunning surge of lite : 
 ( )f thee, for well have I loved thee, of thee may I ask in hope, 
 Wlio among the glorious is she, that walketh a Goddess and a Queen ? 
 And who that fair-haired Merald, and who that weeping saint ? 
 And who that mighty warrior, and who that solemn sage ? 
 
 Son, happy art thou that Wisdom hath led thee hither ward ;
 
 68 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 For, otherwise never had.«t tliou known the joy-givuig name of our Queen. 
 Behold her, tlie life of men, the anchor of their shipwrecked hopes : 
 Behold lier, the shepherdess of souls, who bringeth back the wanderers to 
 
 God. 
 And for that modest herald, slie is named on earth, Humility: 
 And hast thou not known, my son, the tearful face of Repentance ? 
 Faith is yon time-scarred hero, walking in the shade of his laurels ; 
 And Reason, the serious sage, who followeth the footsteps of Faith : 
 And we, all we, are but handmaids, m.inisters of minor bliss, 
 Who rejoice to be counted servants in the train of a Queen so glorious. 
 ]Jut for her name, son of man, it is strange to the language of heaven, 
 For those who have never fallen need not and may not learn it : 
 Liegeance we sware to our God, and liegeance well have we kept ; 
 It is only the band of the redeemed who can tell thee the fullness of that 
 
 name; ('^) 
 Yet will I comfort thee, my son, for the love where\\'ith thou hast loved 
 
 me, 
 And thou shalt touch for thyself the golden sceptre of Religion. 
 
 So ttiat blessed train passed by me ; but the vision was sealed upon rny 
 
 soul ; 
 And its memory is shrined in fragrance, for the promise of the Spirit was 
 
 true : 
 I learn from the silent poem of all creation round me, 
 How beautiful their feet, who follow in that train. 
 
 OF A TRINITY. {'') 
 
 DESPisE not, shrew d reckoner, the God of a good man's worship, 
 Neither let thy calculating folly gainsay the unity of three ; 
 Nor scorn another's creed, altliough he cannot solve thy doubts ; 
 Reason is the follov/er of faith, where he may not be precursor : 
 It is written, and so we believe, waiting not for outward proof, 
 Inasmuch as mysteries inscrutable are the clear prerogatives of Godhead. 
 Reason hatli nothing positive, faith hath nothing doubtful ; 
 And the height of unbelieving wisdom is to question all things.
 
 OF A TRINITY. 68 
 
 Wlien tliere is marvel in a doctrine, faith is joyful and adoreth ; 
 But when all is clear, what place is left for faith ? 
 Tell mc the sum of thy knowledge, — is it yet assured of any thing ? 
 Despise not what is wonderful, when all things are wonderful around thee. 
 From the multitude of like effects, thou sayest, behold a law : 
 And the matter thou art baffled in unmaking, is to thy mind an element. 
 Then look abroad, I pray tliee, for analogy holdeth every where, 
 And the Maker hath stamped his name on every creature of his hand : 
 I know not of a matter or a spirit, that is not three in one. 
 And truly should account it for a marvel, a coin without the image of its 
 Ca3sar. 
 
 Man talketh of himself as ignorant, but judgeth by himself as wise : 
 
 His own guess counteth he truth, but the notions of anotlier are his scorn. 
 
 But bear thou yet with a brother, whose thought may bo less subtle than 
 
 thine own. 
 And sufFor the passing speculation suggested by analogies to faith. 
 Like bogetteth like, and the great sea of Existence 
 In each of its uncounted waves holdeth up a mirror to its Maker : 
 Like begetteth like, and the spreading tree of being 
 With each of its trefoil leaves poinieth at the trinity of God. 
 Let him whose eyes have been unfilmed, read this homily in all things, 
 And thou, of duller sight, despise not him that readeth : 
 Tiiere be three grand principles ; life, generation, and obedience ; 
 Shadowing in every creature, the Spirit, and the Father, and tlie Sou. 
 There be throe grand unities, variously rnixr-d in trinities, 
 Three catholic divisors of the million sums of matter : 
 Yea, though science hatli not seen it, climbing the ladder of experiment, 
 Let faith, in the presence of her God, promulgate the mighty truth. 
 Of three sole elements all nature's works consist : 
 
 The pine, and the rock to which it clingeth, and the eagle sailing around it ; 
 The lion, and the northern whale, and the deeps wherein he sporteth ; 
 The lizard sleeping in the sun ; the lightning flashing from a cloud ; 
 The rose, and the ruijy, and the pearl ; each one is made of three ; 
 And the three be the hke ingredients, mingled in diverse measures. 
 Thyself hast within thyself body, and life, and mind : 
 Matter, and breath, and instinct, unite in all beasts of the field ; 
 Substance, coherence and weight, fashion the fabrics of tlie earth ; 
 The will, the doing, and the deed, combine to frame a fact :
 
 70 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The stem, the leaf, and the flower ; bej^inning, middle, and end ; 
 Cause, circumstance, consequent ; and every three is one. 
 Yea, the very breath of man's life consisteth of a trinity of vapours, 
 And the noonday light is a compound, the tiiune shadow of Jehovah. ('") 
 
 Shall all things else be in mystery, and God alone be understood ? 
 Shall finite fathom infinity, though it sound not the shallows of creation ? 
 Shall a man comprehend his Maker, being yet a riddle to himself? 
 Or time teach the lesson that eternity cannot master ? 
 If God be nothing more than one, a cliild can compass the thought ; 
 But seraphs fail to unravel the wondrous unity of three. 
 One verily He is, for there can be but one who is all-mighty ; 
 Yet the oracles of nature and rehgiou proclaim Him three in one. 
 And where were the value to thy soul, O miserable denizen of earth, 
 Of the idle pageant of the cross, where hung no sacrifice for thee .' 
 Where the worth to thine impotent heart, of that .stirred Bethesda, 
 All numbed and palsied as it is by the scorpion stings of sin ? 
 No, thy trinity of nature, enchained by treble death, 
 Helplessly craveth of its (iod, himself for three salvations : 
 The soul to be reconciled in lo\'e, the mind to be glorified in light, 
 While this poor dying body leapeth into life. 
 And if indeed for us all the costly ransom hath been paid, 
 Bctliink thee, could less than Deity have owned so vast a treasure ? 
 Could a man contend with God, and stand against the bosses of His buckler. 
 Rendering the balance for guilt, atonement to the uttermost ? 
 Thou art subtle to thine own thinking, but wisdom judgeth thee a fool, 
 Resolving thou wilt not bow the knee to a Being thou canst not compre- 
 hend : 
 The mind that could comjiass perfection were itself perfection's equal ; 
 And reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood. 
 
 Thou that despisest mystery, yet canst expound nothing. 
 
 Wherefore rejectest thou the fact that solveth the enigma of all things ? 
 
 Wherefore veilest thou thine eyes, lest the light of revelation sun them, 
 
 And puttest aside the key that would open the casket of truth ? 
 
 Tlie mind and the nature of God is shadowed in all his works, 
 
 And none could have guessed of his essence, had He not uttered it himself. 
 
 Therefore, thou child of folly, that scoruest the record of his wisdom, 
 
 Learn from the consistencies of nature tiia needful miracle of Godhead :
 
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 Yea, let the he;ithen be thy teacher, who adoreth many gods, 
 
 For there is no wide-spread error that hath not truth for its beginning. 
 
 Be content ; thine eye cannot see all the sides of a cube at one view, 
 
 Nor thy mind in the self-same moment follow two ideas : 
 
 There are now many marvels in thy creed, believing what thou seest, 
 
 Then let not the conceit of intellect hinder thee from worshipping mystery. 
 
 OF THINKING. 
 
 RzrLECTiON is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance, 
 
 But reverie is the same flower, when rank and running to seed. 
 
 Better to read little with thought, Sian much with levity and quickness ; 
 
 For mind is not as merchandise, which decreaseth in the using, 
 
 But liker to the passions of man, which rejoice and expand in exertion : 
 
 Yet live not wholly on thine own ideas, lest they lead thee astray , 
 
 For in spirit, as in substance, tliou art a social creature ; 
 
 And if thou leanest on thyself, thou rejectest the guidance of thy betters, 
 
 Yea. thou contemnest all men, — Am I not wiser than they ? 
 
 J'oolisli vanity hath blinded thee, and warped thy weak judgment ; 
 
 For, though new ideas How from new springs, and enrich the treasury of 
 
 knowledge, 
 Yet listen often, ere thou think much : and look around thee ere thou 
 
 judgest. 
 J\remory, the daugter of Attention, is the teeming mother of Wisdom, 
 And safer is he that storeth knowledge, than he that would make it for 
 
 Wmself. 
 
 Imagination is not thought, neither is fancy reflection : 
 
 Tliought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as ;m eagle : 
 
 Reflection sternly considereth, nor is sparing to condemn evil. 
 
 But fancy lightly laugheth, in the sun-clad garden of amusement. 
 
 For the shy game of the fowler the quickest sliot is the surest ; 
 
 But with slow care and measured aim the gunner pointeth his cannon : 
 
 So for all less occasions, tlie surface thought is best. 
 
 But to be master of the great take tliou heavier metal. 
 
 It is a good thing, and a wholesome, to search out bosom sins,
 
 72 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 But to he the hero of selfish imaginings, is the subtle poison of pride : 
 At night, in the stilhiess of tliy chuinher, guard and curb thy thoughts, 
 And in recounting the doings of the day, beware that thou do it with prayer, 
 Or thinking will be an idle pleasure, and retrospect yield no fruit. 
 Steer the bark of thy mind from the syren isle of reverie, 
 And let a watchful spirit mingle with the glance of recollection : 
 Also, in examining tliine heart, in sounding the fountain of thine actions, 
 Be more careful of the evil than of tlie good ; and humble thyself in tliy sin. 
 
 The root of all wholesome thought is knowledge of thyself, 
 
 For thus only can.-t thou learn the character of God toward thee. 
 
 He made thee, and thou art ; he redeemed thee, and thou wilt be : 
 
 Thou art evil, yet he loveth thee : thou sinnest, yet he pardonetJi thee. 
 
 Tiioug<i thou cnnst not perceive him, yet is he in all his works, 
 
 Infinite in grand outline, infinite in minute perfection ; 
 
 Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all his attributes ; 
 
 Art is the shadow of his wisdom, and copieth his resource.=i. 
 
 Thou knowest the lav\s of matter to be emanations of his will, 
 
 And tiiy best reason for aught is this, — thou. Lord, would have it so. 
 
 Yea, what is any law but an absolute decree of God ? 
 
 Or the properfies of matter and mind, but the arbitrary fiats of Jehovah ? 
 
 He made and ordained necessity ; he forged the chain of reason ; 
 
 And holdeth in his own right hand the first of the golden links. 
 
 A fool regardeth mind as the spiritual essence of matter, 
 
 And not rather matter as the gross accident of mind. 
 
 Can finite govern infinite, or a part exceed the whole, 
 
 Or the wisdom of God sit down at the feet of innate necessity ? 
 
 Necessity is a creature of his hand : for He can never change ; 
 
 And chance hath nr) existence where every thing is needful. 
 
 Canst thou measure Oil nipotence, canst thou conceive Ubiquity, 
 
 Which guideth the meanest reptile, and qnickeneth the brightest seraph, 
 
 Which steeretli the particles of dust, and commandeth the path of the 
 
 comet ? 
 To Him all things are equal, for all things are necessary. 
 The smith is weary at his forge, and weldetli the metal carelessly, 
 And the anchor breaketh in its bed, and the vessel foundereth w ith her 
 
 crew : 
 A word of anger is muttered, engendering the midnight murder :
 
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 The sun bursteth from a cloud, and maddeneth the toiling husbandman. 
 
 tShall those things be, and God not know it ? 
 
 Shall he know, and not be in thcni ? shall he see, and not be among them 7 
 
 And how can thej- be otherwise than as he knoweth ? 
 
 Tnily, the Lord is in all thinjrs ; verily, ho workcth in all. 
 
 Think thus, and thy thoughts are firm, ascribing each circumstance to 
 
 Him : 
 Yet know surely, and believe the truth, tliat God Vy-il!eth not evil : 
 For adversities are blessings in disguise, and wickedness the Lord ab- 
 
 horretli : 
 Thut he is in all things is an axiom, and thut he is righteous in all ; 
 Ascribe holiness to Him, while thou musest on the mystery of sin, , 
 
 For infinite can gra.-p that which finite cannot compass. 
 
 In works of art, think justly : what praise canst thou render unto man ? 
 For he made not his own mind, nor is he the scource of contrivance. 
 If a cnnning workman makefh an engine that fashioneth curious works, 
 Which hath the praise, the machine or its maker, — the engine, or he that 
 
 franied it ? 
 And could he frame it so subtly as to give it a will and freedom, 
 Endow it with complicated powers, and a glorious living soul, 
 Who, while he admireth the wondrous imderstanding creature, 
 Will not pay deeper homage to the Maker of master minds "^ 
 Otherv/ise, thou art senseless as the pag'an, that adoreth his own handi- 
 work ; 
 Voa, while thou boastest of thy wisdom, lliy mind is as the mind of the 
 
 savage, 
 For he l.oweth down to his idols, and thou art a worshipper of self, 
 (living to t!ie reasoning macliinc the credit due to its Creator. 
 
 The kcvstone of thy mind, to give tliy thoughts solidity. 
 To bind tlieni as in an arch, to fix them a- a world in its sphere. 
 Is to learn from tlie book of the Lord, to drink from the well of his wisdom. 
 Who can condense the sun, or analyze the fullness of the Bible, 
 So that its ideas 1k> gtithered, and the han-est of its wisdom bo brought in ? 
 That book is easy to the man who setteth his heart to understand it, 
 But to the careless and profane it shall seem the foolishness of God ; 
 And it is a delicate test to prove thy moral state ; 
 
 To the humble disciple it is bread, but a stone to the proud and un- 
 believing :
 
 74 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 A scorner shall find nothing bnt the husks, wliorewith to feed his hunger 
 
 But for the soul of the simple, it is plenty of full-ripe wheat. 
 
 The Scripture abideth the same in the sober majesty of truth ; 
 
 And the differing aspects of its teaching proceed from diversity in mind^. 
 
 He that would learn to think may gain that knowledge there ; 
 
 For the living word, as an angel, standeth at the gate of wisdom, 
 
 And publisheth, This is the way, v/alk ye surely in it. 
 
 Religion taketh by the hand tlie humble pupil of repentance. 
 
 And teacheth him lessons of mystery, solving the questions of doubt ; 
 
 She maketh man worthy of himself, of his high prerogative of reason, 
 
 Threadeth all the labyrinths of thought, and leadeth him to his God. 
 
 Come hither, child of meditation, upon whose higli fair forehead 
 
 Glittereth the star of mind in its unearthly lustre, 
 
 Hast thou nought to tell us of tliine airy joys, — 
 
 When borne on sinewy pinions, strong as the western condor, 
 
 The soul, after soaring for a wliile round the cloud-capped Andes of 
 
 reflection, 
 Glad in its conscious immortality, leaveth a world behind, 
 To dare at one bold flight the broad Atlantic to another ? 
 Hast thou no secret pangs to wliisper common men, 
 No dread of thine own energies, still active, day and night, 
 Lest too ecstatic heat sublime thyself away. 
 Or vivid horrors, sharp and clear, madden thy tense fibres ? 
 In half-shaped visions of sleep hast thou not feared thy Sittings, 
 Lest reason, like a raking hawk, return not to thy call ; 
 Nor waked to work-day life with throbbing head and heart, 
 Nor welcomed early dawn to save thee from unrest ? 
 For the wearied spirit lieth as a l;unting maiden. 
 Captive and borne away on the warrior's foam-covered steed, 
 And sinketh down wounded as a gladiator on tlie sand, 
 While the keen falchion of Intellect is cutting through the scabbard of the 
 
 brain. 
 Imagination, like a shadowy giant looming on the twilight of the Hartz, 
 Shall overwhelm Judgment with aifright, and scare him from his throne : 
 In a dream thou mayst be mad, and feel the fire within thee ; 
 In a dream thou mayst travel out of self, and see thee with the eyes of 
 
 another ; 
 Or sleep in thine own corpse ; or wake as in many bodies :
 
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 Or swell, as expanded to infinity ; or shrink, as imprisoned to a point ; 
 Or among moss-grown ruins may wander with tlie sullen disembodied, 
 And gaze upon their glassy C3'es until thy heart-blood freeze. 
 
 Alone must thou stand, O man ! a'one at the bar of judgment ; 
 Alone must thou bear thy sentence, alone must thou answer for thy deeds : 
 Therefore it is well tliou rctirest often to secrecy and solitude. 
 To feel that thou art accountnble separately from thy fellows : 
 For a crowd hideth truth from the eyes, society drowneth thought, 
 And, being but one among many, stifleth the chidings of conscience. 
 Solitude bringcth woe to the wicked, for his crimes arc told out in his ear ; 
 But addeth peace to the good, for the mercies of his God are numbered. 
 Thou mayst know if it be well with a man, — loveth he gayety or solitude ? 
 For the troubled river rusheth to the sea, but the calm lake slumbereth 
 
 among the mountains. 
 How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in 
 
 loneliness, 
 For there is as it were music at liis heart, and he talketh within him as 
 
 with friends : 
 But guilt maddeneth the brain, and terror glareth in the eye, 
 Where, in his solitary cell, the malefactor wrestleth with remorse. 
 Give me but a lodge in the wilderness, drop me on an island in the deseit, 
 And thought shall yield me happine.-:s, though I may not increase it by 
 
 imparting : 
 For the soul never slumbereth, but is as the eye of the Eternal, 
 And, mind, the breath of God, knoweth not ideal vacuity : 
 At night, after wearine.ss and watching, the body sinketh into sleep, 
 But the mental eye is awake, and thou reasonest in thy dreams : 
 In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning : 
 Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory. 
 
 OF SPEAKING. 
 
 Speech is the golden harvest that foUoweth the flowering of thought ; 
 Yet oftentimes runneth it to husk, and the grains be withered and scanty, 
 Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of man,
 
 76 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 'riiat likeneth him to his JIakcr, who spake, and it was done : 
 
 Spirit may mingle with spirit, but sense reqiiireth a symbol ; 
 
 And speech is the body of a thought, without which it were not seen. 
 
 When thou walkest, musing with thyself, in the green aisles of the forest, 
 
 Utter thy thinkings aloud, that they t;ike a shape and being ; 
 
 For he that pondereth in silence crowdeth the storehouse of his mind, 
 
 And though he have heaped great riches, yet is ho hindered in the using. 
 
 A man that speaketh too little, and thinketh much and deeply, 
 
 Corrodeth his own licart-strings, and keepeth back good from his fellows ? 
 
 A man that speaketh too much, and mu.seth but little and lightly, 
 
 Wastoth his mind in word.-, and is counted a fool among men : 
 
 But thon, when thou hast thought, weave charily t!ie web of meditation, 
 
 And clotiie the ideal s])irit in the suitable garments of speech. 
 
 Uttered out of time, or concealed in its season, good savoureth of cvU ; 
 
 To be secret looketh like guilt, to speak out may breed contention ; 
 
 Often have I known the honest heart, flaming with indignant virtue, 
 
 Provoke unneeded war by its rash ambassador, the tongue : 
 
 Often have I seen the cliaritable man go so slyly on his mission, 
 
 Tiiat tliose who met him in the twilight, took him for a skulking thief: 
 
 I have heard tlie zealous youth telling out his holy secrets 
 
 Before a swinish throng, who mocked him as he spake ; 
 
 And I considered, liis openness was hardening them that mocked, 
 
 Whereas, a judi'cious keeping-back might have won their sympathy ; 
 
 T have judged rashly and harshly the hand liberal in the dark, 
 
 Because in the broad daylight it hath holden it a virtue to be close ; 
 
 And the silent tongue have I condemned, because reserve hath chained it, 
 
 That it hid, yea from a brother, the kindness it had done by comforting. 
 
 No need to sound a trumpet, but less to hush a footfall : 
 
 Do thou tliy good openly, not as though the doing were a crime. 
 
 Secrecy goeth cowled, and Honesty demandeth, Wiierefore ? 
 
 For he judgeth, — ^judgeth he not well ? — that liothing need be hid but 
 
 guilt ; 
 Why should thy good be evil spoken of through thine unrighteous silence ? 
 If thou art challenged, speak, and prove tlie good thou doest. 
 The free example of benevolence, unobtruded, yet unbidden, 
 Soundeth in the ears of sloth, Go, and do thou likewise : 
 And I wot the hypocrite's sin to be of darker dye. 
 Because the good man, feaiing, thereby hideth his light :
 
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 But neither God nor man hath bid thee cloak thy good, 
 
 Wlicn a ssasonable word would set thee in thy epliere, that all might see 
 
 thy brightness. 
 Ascribe the honour to thy Lord, but be thou jealous of that honour. 
 Nor think it light and worthless, because thou mayst not wear it for 
 
 thyself : 
 K oniember thy grand prerogative is free unshackled utterance, 
 And sutler not the floodgates of secrecy to lock the full river of thy 
 
 speech. 
 
 Come, I will show thee an affliction, imnumbered among this world's 
 
 sorrows, 
 Yet real, and wearisome, and constant, embittering the cup of life. 
 There be, who can think within themselves, and the fire burneth at their 
 
 heart. 
 And eloquence waiteth at their lips, yet they speak not v.'ith their tongue : 
 There be, whom zeal quickeneth, or slander stirreth to reply. 
 Or need constraineth to ask, or pity sendeth as her messengers, 
 But nervous dread and sensitive shrune freeze the current of their speech : 
 The mouth is sealed as with lead, a cold weight presseth on the heart, 
 Thu mocking promise of power is once more broken in performance, 
 And they stand impotent of words, travailing with unborn thoughts : 
 Courage is cowed at the portal : wisdom is widowed of utterance ; 
 He that went to comfort is pitied ; he that should rebuke, is silent. • 
 And fools who might listen and learn, stand by to look and laugh ; 
 While friends, with kinder eyes, wound deeper by compassion, 
 And tlio\ight, finding not a vent, smouidereth, gnawing at the heart, 
 .\nd the man sinketh in liis sphere, fur lack of empty sounds. 
 'I'hore be many cures and sorrows thou hast not yet considered. 
 And well may thy soul rejoice in the fair privilege of speech ; 
 For at every tu.rn to want a word, — thou canst not guess that want ; 
 It is as lack of breath or bread : life hath no grief more galling. 
 
 Come, I will tell thee of a joy, which fiic parasites of pleasure have not 
 
 known, 
 Tho-.igh earth, and air, and sea, have gorged all the appetites of sense. 
 Behold, what fire is in his eye, what fervour on his cheek ! 
 That glorious burst of winged words ! — how bound they from his tongue ! 
 The frdl expression of the mighty thought, the strong triumphant argu- 
 
 ment,
 
 78 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, 
 
 The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine poetic image, 
 
 The nice analogy, tlie clenching fart, the metaphor bold and free, 
 
 The grasp of concentrated intellect, wielding the omnipotence of truth, 
 
 The grandeur of his speed), in his majesty of mind ! 
 
 Champion of the right, — patriot, or priest, or pleader of the innocent 
 
 cause, 
 Upon whose lips the mystic bee hath droped the honey of persuasion, (") 
 Whose heart and tongue have been touched, as of old, by the live coal 
 
 from the altar. 
 How wide the spreading of thy peace, how deep the draught of thy 
 
 pleasures ! 
 To hold the multitude as one, breathing in measured cadence, 
 A thousand men with flashing eyes, waiting upon thy will ; 
 A thousand hearts kindled by thee with consecrated fire. 
 Ten flaming spiritual hecatombs offered on the mount of God : 
 And now a pause, a thrilling pause, — they live but in thy words, — 
 Thou hast broken the bounds of self, as the Nile at its rising, 
 Thou art expanded into them, one faith, one hope, one spirit, 
 They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine, 
 Thou turnest the key of their love, bending t!)eir affections to thy purpose, 
 And all, in sympathy with thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions. 
 Verily, O man, with truth for thy tlieme, eloquence shall throne tliee witli 
 
 archaiijjcls. 
 
 OF READING. 
 
 One drachma for a good bocjk. and a thousand talents for a true friend :- 
 
 So standeth the market v,'here scarce is ever costly : 
 
 Yea, were the diauionds of Golconda common as shingles on the shore, 
 
 A ripe apple would ransom kings before a shining stone : 
 
 And so, were a wholesome book as rare as an honest friend, 
 
 To choose the book be mine : the friend let another take. 
 
 For altered looks and jealousies and fears have none entrance there : 
 
 The silent volume listeneth well, and sneaketh when thou listest :
 
 OF READING. 79 
 
 It praiseth thy good without envy, it chideth tliine evil without maUce, 
 
 It is to thee thy waiting slave, and thine unbending teaclier. 
 
 Need to humour no caprice, need to bear with no infirmity ; 
 
 Thy sin, thy slander, or neglect, chilleth not, quencheth not, its love ; 
 
 Unalterably speaketli it the truth, warped not by error nor interest ; 
 
 For a good book is the best of friends, the same to-day and for ever. 
 
 To draw thee out of self, thy petty plans and cautions. 
 
 To teach thee what thou lackest, to tell thee how largely thou art blest. 
 
 To lure thy thought from sorrow, to feed thy famished mind, 
 
 To graft another's wisdom on thee, pruning thine own folly ; 
 
 Choose discreetly, and well digest the volume most suited to thy case. 
 
 Touching not religion with levity, nor deep things when thou art wearied. 
 
 Thy mind is freshened by morning air, grapple with science and phi- 
 losophy ; 
 
 Noon hath unnerved thy thoughts, dream for a while on fictions ; 
 
 Gray evening sobercth thy spirit, walk thou then with worshippers ; 
 
 But reason shall dig deepest in the night, and fancy fly most free. 
 
 O books, ye monuments of mind, concrete wisdom of the wisest ; 
 
 Sweet solaces of daily life ; proofs and results of immortality; 
 
 Trees yielding all fruits, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations. 
 
 Groves of knowledge, where all may eat, nor fear a Aiming sword ; 
 
 Gentle comrades, kind advisers ; friends, comforts, treasures ; 
 
 Helps, governments, diversities of tongues ; who can weigh your worth ? — 
 
 To walk no longer with the just ; to be driven from the porch of science ; 
 
 To bid long adieu to those intimate ones, po?ts, philosophers, and teachers ; 
 
 To see no record of the sympathies which bind thee in communion with 
 the good ; 
 
 To be thrust from the foet of Him, who spake as never man spake ; 
 
 To have no avenue to heaven but the dim aisle of superstition ; 
 
 To live as an Esquimaux, in lethargy ; to die as the Mohawk, in ignor- 
 ance : 
 
 O what were life, but a b'ank ? what were death, but a terror ? 
 
 What were man, but a burden to himself ? what were mind, but misery 7 
 
 Yea, let another Omar burn the full library of knowledge, {") 
 
 And the broad world may perish in the flames, oiTered on the ashes of its 
 wisdom !
 
 eO PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 OF WRITING. 
 
 The pen of a read}' writer, wlicreunto .-^liall it he likened ? 
 
 Ask of the scholar, lie shall know, — to the chains tlvit bind a Proteus : 
 
 Ask of the poet, he shall say, — to the sun, the lamp of heaven ; 
 
 Ask of thy neighbour, he can answer, to the friend that telleth my thought : 
 
 The merchant considereth it well, as a ship freighted with wares; 
 
 The divine holdeth it a miracle, giving utterance to tlie dumb. 
 
 It fixeth, expoundeth, and disseminateth sentiment ; 
 
 Chaining up a thought, clearing it of mystery, and sending it bright into 
 
 the world. 
 To think rightly, is of knowledge ; to speak fluci-tly, is of nature ; 
 To read with profit, is of care ; but to write aptly, is of practice. 
 No talent among men hath more scholars and fewer masters : 
 For to write is to speak beyond hearing, and none stand by to explain. 
 To be accurate, write ; to remember, write ; to know thine own mind, write : 
 And a written prayer is a prayer of faith ; special, sure, and to be answered. 
 Hast thou a thought upon thy brain, catcli it while thou canst ; 
 Or other thoughts shall settle there, and this shall soon take wing : 
 Thine uncompoimded unity of soul, which argueth and maketh it immortal, 
 Yieldeth up its momentary self to every single thought ; 
 Therefore, to husband thine ideas, and give them stability and substance 
 Write often for thy secret eye : so shalt tliou grov.' wiser. 
 The commonest mind is full of thoughts ; some worthv of the rarest ; 
 And could it see them fairly writ, would wonder at its wealth. 
 O precious compensation to the dumb, to write his wants and wislies I 
 O dear amends to the stammering tongue, to pen his burning thoughts ! 
 To be of the college of Eloquence, through the.se silent symbols ; 
 To pour out all the flowing mind without the toil of speech ; 
 To show the babbling world how it might di.'^conrso more sweetlv ; 
 To prove that merchandise of words bringeth no monopoly of wisdom : 
 To take sweet vengeance on a prating crew, for the tongue's dishonour, 
 By the large triumph of the pen, the homage rendered to a writing. 
 With such, that telegraph of mind is dearer th;in wealth or wisdom, 
 Enablmg to please without pain, to impart without humiliation. 
 
 Fair girl, whose eye hath caught the rustic penmanship of love,
 
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 Let thy bright bow and blushing cheek confess in this sweet hour, — 
 Let thy full heart, poor guilty one, whom the scroll of pardon hath just 
 
 reached, — 
 I'hy wet glad ftice, O mother, with news of a far-off child, — 
 Thy strong and manly delight, pilgrim of other shores, 
 Wlien the dear voice of tliy betrothed spcaketh in the letter of affection. — 
 ] .-et the young poet exulting in his lay, and hope (how false) of fame, 
 \\TiiIe, watching at deep midnight, he buildeth up the verse, — 
 Let tlie calm child of genius, who.-e name shall never die, 
 For that the transcript of his mind hath m?de liis thouglits immortal, — 
 Let these, let all, with no faint praise, with no light gratitude, confess 
 The blessings poured upon the earth from the pen of a ready writer. 
 
 Moreover, their preciousness in absence is {)roved by the desire of tlieir 
 
 presence : 
 When the despairing lover waiteth day after day, 
 Looking for a word in reply, one word writ by that h.and, 
 And cursing bitterly the morn ushered in by blank disappointment : 
 Or when the long-looked-for answer argueth a cooling friend. 
 And the mind is plied suspiciously witli dark inexj)!icab!e doubts, 
 While thy wounded heart counteth its imaginary scars. 
 And thou art the innocent and injured, that friend the capricious and in 
 
 fault : 
 'Or when the earnest petition, that craveth for thy needs 
 Unheeded, yea, unopened, tortureth with starving delay : 
 Or when the silence of a son, who would have written of his welfare, 
 Racketh a father's bosom with sharp-cutting fears : 
 For a letter, timely writ, is a rivet to the chain of atTection. 
 And a letter untimely delayed, is as rust to the solder. 
 Tiie pen, flowing with love, or dipped black in hate. 
 Or tipped with delicate courtesies, or harshly edged with censure, 
 Ilath quickened more good than the sun, more enl than the sword, 
 More joy than woman's smile, more woe than frowning fortune ; 
 And shouldst thou ask my judgment of that which hath most profit in the 
 
 world, 
 For answer take thou this, The prudent penning of a letter. 
 
 Thou hast not lost an hour, whereof there is a record ; 
 A \\Titten tliought at midnight shall redeem the livelong day. 
 
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 82 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Idea is a shadow that departeth, speech is flseting as the wind, 
 
 Reading is an unreniembored pastime ; but a writing is eternal : 
 
 For therein the dead heart livcth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent. 
 
 And the quick eye of the reader is cleared hy t!ie reed of the scribe. 
 
 As a fossil in the rock, or a coin in the mortar of a ruin, 
 
 So the symboUed thoughts tell of a doparted soul : 
 
 The plastic hand hath its witness in a statue, and exactitude of vision in a 
 
 picture, 
 And so, the mind, that was among us, in its writings is embalmed. 
 
 OF WEALTH. 
 
 Prodigality hath a sister Meanness, his fixed antagonist heart-fellow, 
 
 Who often outllveth the short carear of the brother she dijspissth : 
 
 She hath lean lips and a sharp look, and her eyes are red and hungry ; 
 
 But she sloucheth at his gait, and his mouth speaketh loosely and maudlin. 
 
 Let a spendthrift grow to be old, he will set his heart on saving, 
 
 And labour to build up by penury that which extravagance threw down : 
 
 Even so, with most men, do riches earn themselves a double curse ; 
 
 They are ill-got by tight dealing : they are ill-spent by loose squandering. 
 
 Give me enough, saith Wisdom ; — for he feareth to ask for more ; 
 
 And that by the sweat of my brow, addetii stout-hearted Independence : 
 
 Give me enough, and not less, for want is leagued with the tempter ; 
 
 Poverty shall make a man desperate, and hurry him ruthless into crime ; 
 
 Give me enough, and not more, saving for the children of distress ; 
 
 Wealth ofttimes killeth, where want but hindereth the budding : 
 
 There is green glad summer near the pole, though brief and after long 
 
 winter, 
 But the burnt breasts of the torrid zone yield never kindly nourishment. 
 Wouldst thou be poor, scatter to the rich, — and reap the tares of ingratitude ; 
 Wouldst thou be rich, give unto the poor ; — thou shalt have thine own 
 
 with usury : 
 For the seciet hand of Providence prospereth the charitable all ways, 
 Good luck shall he have in his pursuits, and his heart shall be glad within 
 
 him;
 
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 Yet perchance he never shall perceive, that even as to earthly gains, 
 The cause of his vi^eal, as of his joy, hath been small givings to the poor. 
 
 In the plain of Benares is there found a root that fathereth a forest, 
 
 Where round the parent banian-tree drop its living scions ; 
 
 Thirstily they strain to the earth, like stalactites in a grotto, 
 
 And strike broad roots, and branch again, lengthening their cool arcades. 
 
 And the dervish madly danceth there, and the faquir is torturing his flesh, 
 
 And the calm Brahmin worshippetli the sleek and pampered bull ; 
 
 At the base lean jackalls coil, while from above depending 
 
 With dull malignant stare watcheth the branch-like boa. 
 
 Even so, in man's lieart is a sin that is the root of all evil ; 
 
 Whose fibres strangle the affections, whose branches overgrow the mind : 
 
 And oftenest beneath its shadow thou shalt meet distorted piety, — 
 
 The clenched and rigid fist, with the eyes upturned to heaven. 
 
 Fanatic zeal with miserly severity, a mixture of gain with godliness, 
 
 And him, against whom passion hath no power, kneeling to a golden calf: 
 
 The hungry hounds of extortion are there, the bond, and the mortgage, 
 
 and the writ. 
 While the appetite for gold, unslumbering, watcheth to glut its maw : — 
 And the heart, so tenanted and shaded, is cold to all things else ; 
 It sceth not the sunshine of heaven, nor is warmed by the light of charity. 
 
 For covetousness disbelieveth God, and laugheth at the rights of men ; 
 Spurring unto theft and lying, and templing to the poison and the knife;;. 
 It sundereth the bonds of love, and quickeneth the flames of hate ; 
 A curse that shall wither the brain, and case the heart with iron. 
 Content is the true riciies, for wiihout it there is no satisfying. 
 But a ravenous all-devouring hunger gnaweih the vitals of the soul. 
 The wise man knoweth where to stop, as he runneth in the race of fortune, 
 For experience of old hath taught him that happiness lingereth midway ; 
 And many in hot pursuit have hasted to the goal of wealth, 
 But have lost, as they ran, those apples of gold, — the mind and the power 
 to enjoy it. 
 
 There is no greater evil among men than a testament framed with injustice ; 
 Where caprice hath guided the boon, or dishonesty refused what was due. 
 Generous is the robber on the highway, in tlie o|)en daring of his guilt, 
 To the secret coward, whose malice liveth and harmeth after him :
 
 84 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Wlio sinootlily sank into the tomb with the smile of fraud upon his face, 
 And the last black deed of his cxirttonce was injury without redress ; 
 For deaf is the ear of the dead, and can hear no palliatinir reasons ; 
 The smiter is not among the living, and Right pleadetli but in vain. 
 Yet shall the curse of the ojjpressed be as blight upon the grave of the 
 
 unjust ; 
 Yea, bitterly shall that handwriting testify against him at iho judgment. 
 I saw the humble relation that tended tlio peevishness of wealtli. 
 And ministered with kind hand to the wailings of disease and discontent ; 
 I noted how watchfulness and care were feeding on the marrow of her 
 
 youth ; 
 How heavy was the yolve of dependence, loaded by petty tyranny ; 
 Yet I heard the frequent suggestion, — it can be but a little longer, 
 Patience and mute submission shall one day reap a rich reward. 
 So, tacitly enduring much, waited that humble friend, 
 Putting off the lover of-her youth until the dawn of wealth ; 
 And it came, that day of release, and the freed heart could not sorrow, 
 For now were the years of promise to yield their golden harvest : 
 Hope, so long deferred, sickly s])arkled in her eye. 
 The miserable past was forgotten, as she looked for the happier future. 
 And she checked, as unworthy and ungrateful, the dark, suspicious 
 
 thought. 
 That perchance her right had been the safer, if not left alone v.-ith honour : 
 But, alas, the sad knowledge soon came, that her stern task-master's will 
 Hath re\varded her toil with a jibe, her patience with utter destitution I — 
 Shall not the scourge of justice lash that cruel coward, 
 Who mingled the gall of ingratitude with the bitterness of disappointment? 
 Shall not tlie hate of men, and vengeance, fiercely pnrsuin"-. 
 Hunt down the wretched being that s^innetli in his '^rave ? 
 He fancied his idol self safe from the wrath of his fellows, 
 But Hades rose as he came in, to point at him tlie finger of scorn ; 
 And again must he meet that orphan-maid to answer her, face to face, 
 And her wrongs shall cling around his neck, to hinder him from risin^^ 
 
 with the just : 
 For his last most solemn act hath linked his name with liar, 
 And the crime of Ananias is branded on his brow ! 
 
 A good man commendetli his cause to the one great Patron of innocence, 
 Convinced of justice at the last, and sure of good meanwhile.
 
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 He knoweth lie hath a Guardian, wise and kind and strong, 
 
 And can thank Him for giving, or refusing, the trusit or the curse of 
 
 riches : 
 His confidence standetli as a rock ; lie dreadeth not malice nor caprice, 
 Nor the whisperings of artful men, nor envious secret influence ; 
 He scornetli servile compromise, and the pliant mouthings of deceit; 
 Ho maketii not a show of love, where he cannot concede esteem; 
 He regaideth ill-got wealth, as the root most fruitful of wretchedness, ' 
 So he walkcth in strict integrity, leaning on God and his right. 
 
 No gain, but by its price ; labour, for the poor man's meal, 
 
 Ofttimes heart-sickening toil, to win him a morsel for his hunger: 
 
 Labour, for the chapman at his trade, a dull unvaried round, 
 
 Year after year, unto death ; yea, what a weariness is it ! 
 
 Labour for tlic pale-faced scribe, drudging at his hated desk. 
 
 Who bartereth for needful pittance the untold gold of health ; 
 
 Labour, with fear, for the merchant, whose hopes are ventured on the 
 
 sea ; 
 Labour, with care, for the man of law, responsi!)!e in his gains; 
 Ijiibour, with envy and annoyance, where strangers will thee VvCalth ; 
 linbour, with indolence and gloom, where wealth fallcth from a father ; 
 I/ibour, unto all, whether aching tliews, or aching head, or spirit, — 
 The curse on the sons of men. in all their states, is labour. 
 Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringeth blessing ; 
 The thought of duty sweetencth toil, and travail is as pleasure ; 
 And time spent in doing hath a comfort that is not for the idle ; 
 The hardshij) is transmuted into joy, by the dear alchemy of Mercy. 
 Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, 
 And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless : 
 For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty hinges. 
 And the grasp of the mind is weakened, as the t<ilons of a caged vulture. 
 Wealth hath never given happiness, but often hastened misery : 
 Enough hath never caused misery, but often cpiickened happiness : 
 Enough is less than thy thought, O pampered creature of society, 
 And he that hath more than enough, is a thief of the rights his brother.
 
 86 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 OF I N V E x\ T I O N. 
 
 Man is proud of his miiirl, boaHtiiiir tliat it fjivcth him rlivinity, 
 
 Yet with all its powers can it originate nothing : 
 
 For the great God into all liis works halh largely poured out himself, 
 
 Saving one special property, the gi'and prerogative, — Creation. 
 
 To improve and expand is ours, as well as to limit and defeat : 
 
 But to create a thought or a thing is hopeless and impossible. 
 
 Can a man make matter ? — and yet this would-be god 
 
 Thinketh to make mind, and form original idea : 
 
 The potter must have his clay, and the mason his quarry. 
 
 And mind must drain ideas from every thing around it. 
 
 Doth the soil generate herbs f>r the torrid air breed flies, 
 
 Or the water frame its monads, or the mist its swarming blight ? — • 
 
 Mediately, through thousand generations, having seeds withm themselves, 
 
 All things, rare or gross, own one common Father. 
 
 Truly spake Wisdom, There is nothing new under the sun : 
 
 We only arrange and combine the ancient elements of all things. 
 
 Invention is activity of mind, as fire is air in motion. 
 
 A sharpening of the spiritual sight, to discern hidden aptitudes ; 
 
 From the basket and acanthus, is modelled the graceful capit^il : 
 
 The shadowed profile on the wall helpeth the limner to his likeness: 
 
 The footmarks stamped in clay, lead on the thoughts to printing ; 
 
 The strange skin garments cast upon the sliorc suggest another hemi- 
 sphere : (^') 
 
 A falling apple taught the sage pervading gravitation ; 
 
 The Huron is certain of his prey, from tracks upon the grass ; 
 
 And shrewdness, guessing on the liint, followeth on the trail ; 
 
 But the hint must be given, the trail must be there, or the keenest sight is 
 as blindness. 
 
 Behold the barren reef, wliic-h an earthquake hath just left dry ; 
 
 It hatJi no beauty to boast of, no harvest of fair fruits : 
 
 Bui soon the lichen fixeth there, and, dying, diggeth its own "-rave, (*^) 
 
 And softening suns and splitting frosts crumble the reluctant surface; 
 
 And cormorants roost there, and the snail addeth its slime, 
 
 And efts, with muddy fset, bring their welcome tribute ;
 
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 And the sea casteth out her dead, wrapped in a shroud of weeds ; 
 
 And orderly nature arrangeth again the disunited atoms : 
 
 Anon, tlie cold smooth stone is warm with feathery grass, 
 
 And the light sporules of tlie fern are dropt by the passing wind. 
 
 The wood-pigeon, on swift wing, leaveth its crop-full of grain ; 
 
 The squirrel's jealous care planteth the llr-cone and the filbert; 
 
 Years pass, and the sterile rock is rank with tangled herbage ; 
 
 The wild vine clingeth to the brier, and ivy runneth graen among the corn; 
 
 Lordly beeches are studded on the down, and willows crowd around the 
 
 rivulet ; 
 And the tall pine and hazel thicket sliade the rambling hunter. 
 Shall the rock boast of its fertility ? shall it lift the head in pride ? — 
 Shall the mind of man be vain of the harvest of its thoughts ? 
 The savage is that i«ock : and a million chances from without, 
 By little and little acting on the mind, heap up the hotbed of society; 
 And the soul, fed and fattened on the thoughts and things around it, 
 Groweth to perfection, fidl of fruit, the fruit of foreign seeds. 
 For we learn upon a hint, we find upon a clue. 
 We yield an hundred-fold ; but the great sower is Analogy. 
 There must be an acrid sloe before a luscious peach, 
 A boll of rotting llax before the bridal veil, 
 An egg before an eagle, a thought before a thing, 
 A spark struck into tinder, to light the lamp of knowledge, 
 A slight suggestive nod to guide the watching mind, 
 A half-seen hand upon the wall, pointing to the balance of Comparison. 
 By cidture man may do all things, short of the miracle, — Creation : 
 Here is the limit of thy power, — here let thy pride be stayed : 
 The soil may be rich, and the mind may be active, but neither yield unsown ; 
 The eye cannot make light, nor the mind make spirit : 
 Therefore it is wise in man to name all novelty invention : 
 For it is to find out things that are, not to create the unexisting : 
 It is to cling to contiguities, to be keen in catching likeness, 
 And with energetic elasticity to leap the gulfs of contrast. 
 The glob? kneweth not increase, either of tnatter or spirit ; 
 Atoms and thoughts are used again, mixing in varied combinations ; 
 And though, by moidding them anew, thou makest them thine own, 
 Yet have they served thousands, and all their merit is of God.
 
 88 PROVERBIAL PIULOSOPHY. 
 
 OF RIDICULE. 
 
 Seams of tho'.ighl for the sage"^ bnnv, and laughing lirifs for the foors 
 
 face ; 
 For all things leave their track in t:ie mind ; and the glass of the mind is 
 
 faithful. 
 Seest thou much mirth upon the cheek ? there is then little exercise of 
 
 virtue ; 
 For ho^that looketh on tlie world cannot ho glad and good: 
 Seest thou much gravity in the eye ? be not assured of finding wisdom ; 
 For she hath too great praise, not to get ma^iy mimics. 
 There is a grave-faced folly ; and verily a Iangliter-lo\ing wisdom ; 
 And what, if surface-judges account it vain frivolity ? 
 There is indeed an evil in excess, and a field m-iy lie fallow too long ; 
 Yet meiTinient is often as a froth, that mantleth on the strong mind : 
 And note thou this for a verity, — the sr.btlest thinker when alone, 
 From ease of thoughts unbent, will laugh the loudest with his fellows : 
 And well is the loveliness of wisdom mirrored in a cheerful countenance ; 
 Justly the deepest pools are proved bj' dimpling eddies ; 
 For that a true philosophy commandeth an innocent life, 
 And the unguilty spirit is fighter than a finnet's heart : 
 Yea, there is no cosmetic like a holy conscience : 
 The eye is briglit with trust, the cheek bloomed over with affection, 
 The brow unwrinkled by a care, and the lip triumphant in its gladness. 
 
 Ami for your grave-faced folly, need not far to look for her ; 
 
 IIow seriously on trifles dote those leaden eyes, 
 
 Hov/ ruefully she sigheth after chances long gone by, 
 
 How sulkily she moaneth over evils without cure ! 
 
 I liave luiown a true-born mirth, the child of innocence and wsdom, 
 
 I have seen a base-born gravity, mingled of ignorance and guilt : 
 
 And again, a base-born mirth, springing out of carelessness and folly, 
 
 And again, a true-born gravity, the product of reflection and right fear. 
 
 The wounded partridge hideth in a furrow, and a stricken conscience would 
 
 be left alone ; 
 But when its breast is healed, it runneth gladly with its fellows : 
 Whereas the solitary heron, standing in the sedgy fen,
 
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 Holdeth aloof from the social world, intent on wiles nnd death. 
 
 Need but of light phiio. ophy to dire tlio world's dread langh ; 
 
 For a little mind coiir'eth noNjiiety, tn illustrate its puny self: 
 
 But the sneer rf a man's own comrades trieth the muscles of courage, 
 
 And to be derided in his home is as a viper in the nest : 
 
 The laugh of a hooting world Iiath in it a notion of sublimity. 
 
 But the tittering private circle stingeth as a hive of wasps. 
 
 !So.ne have commended ridicule, counting it the test of truth, (**) 
 
 Biit neither wittily nor wise!)'' ; for truth must prove ridicule : 
 
 Otlierwise a blunt bulrush is to pierce the proof armour of argument, 
 
 Because the stolidity of ignorance took it for a barbed shaft. 
 
 Softer is the hide of the rhinoceros than the heart of deriding unbelief, 
 
 And tnith is idler there than the Bushman's feathered reed : 
 
 A droll conceit parrieth a thrust that should have hit tlie conscience, 
 
 And the leering looks of hiunour tickle the cJiildisli mind ; 
 
 For that the matter of a man is mingled most with folly, 
 
 Neither can ho long endure the searching gaze of wisdom. 
 
 It is pleasanter to see a laughing cheek tlian a serious forehead, 
 
 And there liveth not one among a thousand whose idol is not pleasure. 
 
 Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind ; 
 
 But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 
 
 Fear a nettle, and touch, it tenderly, — its poison shall bum thee to the 
 
 shoulder ; 
 But grasp it with bold hand, is it not a bundle of myrrh ? 
 Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt laid fools enough to mock thee ; 
 But answer thou their laughter with contempt, and the scoffers will lick 
 
 thy feet. 
 
 OF C M M E N D A T I O X . 
 
 Tjie praise of holy men is a promise of praise from their Master ; 
 
 A forerunning earnest of thy welcome, — Well done, faithful servant ; 
 
 A rich preludious note, that droppeth softly on thine ear, 
 
 To tell thee the chords of thy heart are in tune with the choirs of heaven. 
 
 Yet is it a dangerous hearing, for the sweetness may lull thee into slumber. 
 
 And the, cordial qu;ilTed vvilh thirst may generate the fames of presumption. 
 
 So seek it not for itself, but taste, and go gladly on thy way.
 
 90 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 For the mariner slacketh not his sail, though the sandal-groves of Araby 
 alhire him ; 
 
 And the fragrance of that incense would harm thee, as when, on a sum- 
 mer evening, 
 
 The honied yellow flowers of the broom oppress thy charmed sense : 
 
 And a man hath too much of praise, for he praiseth himself continually ; 
 
 Neither lacketh he at any time self-commendation or excuse. 
 
 Praise a fool, and slay him : for the canvas of his vanity is spread ; 
 
 His bark is shallow in the water, and a sudden gust shall sink it : 
 
 Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way ; for he carrieth the ballast 
 
 of humility, 
 And is glad when his course is cheered by the sympathy of brethren ashore. 
 The praise of a good man is good, for he holdeth up the mirror of Truth, 
 That Virtue may see her own beauty, and delight in her own fair face : 
 The praise of a bad man is evil, for he hideth the deformity of Vice, 
 Casting the mantle of a queen around the limbs of a leper. 
 Praise is rebuke to the man v/hose conscience alloweth it not : 
 And where conscience feeleth it her due, no praise is better tlian a little. 
 He that despisetli the outward appearance, despiseth the esteem of his 
 
 fellows ; 
 And he that overmuch rcgardetli it, shall earn only their contempt : 
 The honest commendation of an equal no one can scorn, and be blameless 
 Yet even that fair fame no one can hunt for and be honoured : 
 If it come, accept it and be thankful, and be thou humble in accepting ; 
 If it tarry, be not thou cast down ; the bee can gather honey out of rue : 
 And is thine aim so low, that the breath of those around thee 
 Can speed tliy feathered arrow, or retard its flight ? 
 The child shootetli at a butterfly, but the man's mark is an eagle ; 
 And while his fellows talk, he hath conquered in the clouds. 
 Ally thee to truth and godliness, and use the talents in thy charge : 
 So shalt thou walk in peace, deserving, if not having. 
 With a friend, praise him when thou canst ; for many a friendship hath 
 
 decayed, 
 Like a plant in a crowded corner, for want of sunshine on its leaves : 
 With another, praise him not often — otherwise he shall despise thee ; 
 But be thou frugal in commending ; so will he give honour to thy judg- 
 ment: 
 For thou that dost so zealously commend, art acknowledging thine own 
 inferiority,
 
 OF COMMENDATION. 91 
 
 And he, thou so highly hast exalted, shall proudly look down on thy 
 esteem. 
 
 Wilt thou that one '•cniembor a thing ? — praise him in the midst of thy 
 
 advice ; 
 Never yet forgat man the word whereby he hath beon praised. 
 Better to be censured by a tliousand fools, than reproved but by one man 
 
 that is wise ; 
 For the pious are slower to help right, than the profane to hinder it : 
 So, where the world rebuketh, there look thou for the excellent, 
 And be suspicious of the good, which wicked men can praise. 
 The captain bindeth his troop, not more by severity than kindness. 
 And justly, should roconipense well-doing, as well as be strict with an 
 
 offender ; 
 The laurel is cheap to the giver, but precious in his sight who hath won it, 
 And the heart of tlie soldier rojoiceth in the approving glance of his chief. 
 Timely given praise is even better than the merited rebuke of censure, 
 For the sun is more needful to the plant than the knife that cuttcth out a 
 
 canker ; 
 Many a father hatli erred, in that he hath withheld reproof. 
 But more have mo.~tly sinned, in withholding praise where it was due : 
 There be many such as Eli among men ; but tliese be more culpable than 
 
 Eli, 
 Who chill tlie fountain of exertion by the freezing looks of indifference : 
 Ye call a man easy and good, yet he is as a two-edged sword ; 
 He rebuketh not vice, and it is strong : he comforteth not virtue, and it 
 
 faintcth. 
 There is nothing more potent among men tlian a gift timely bestowed ; 
 And a gift kept back where it was hoped, separatetli cliief friends : 
 For what is a gift but a symbol, giving substance to praise and esteem ? 
 And where is a sharper arrow than the sting of unmerited neglect ? 
 
 Expect not praise from the mean, neither gratitude from the selfish ; 
 
 And to keep the proud thy friend, see thou do him not a service : 
 
 For, beliold, be will hate thee for his debt : thou hast humbled him by 
 
 giving ; 
 And his stubbornness never shall acknowledge the good he hath taken 
 
 * from thy hand : 
 Yea, rather will he turn and be thy foe, lest thou gather from his friendship
 
 92 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 That he doth accomit tlice creditor, ai.d standoth in tlie second place ; 
 
 Still, O kindly fcolinir heart, bo not thou chillod by the thankless, 
 
 Neither let the breatli of gratitude fan thee ink) momentary heat. 
 
 Do good for good's o\\-n sake, looking not to worthiness nor love ; 
 
 ning thy grain among the rocks, cast thy bread upon the waters, 
 
 His claim be strongest to thy help who is thrown most helplessly upon 
 
 thee, — 
 So shalt thou have a better praise. an;l reap a richer Iiarvest of reward. 
 
 If a man hold Hist to tliy creed, and fit his thinking to thy notions, 
 
 Thou shalt take him for a man right-minded, yea, and excuse his evil : 
 
 But sccst thou not, O bigot, that thy zeal is but a hunting after praise. 
 
 And the full pleasure of a proselyte lieth in the flattering of self ? 
 
 A man of many praises meeteth many welcomes. 
 
 But he who blameth often, shall not keep a friend ; 
 
 The velvet-coated apricot is one thing, and the spiked liorse-chestnut is 
 
 another ; 
 A handle of smootli amber is pleasanter than rough buck-hor;i. 
 Show me a popular man ; I can tell thee the secret of his power ; 
 He hath soothed them with glozhig words, lulling their ears with flatter}- ; 
 The smile of seeming api'robation is ever the com^panion of his presence, 
 And courteous looks, and warm regards, earn him all their heai'ts. 
 
 Xotl.'ing but may be better, and every better might be best ; 
 
 The blind may discern, and the simple prove, fault or want in all things ; 
 
 And a little mind looketh on the lily with a microscopic eye, 
 
 Eager and glad to pry out specks on its robe of purity ; 
 
 I'ut a great mind gazeth on the sun, glorying in his brightness, 
 
 And taking large Lnowledge of his good, in the broad prairie of creation: 
 
 V»'hat, thougJi he hatch basili-ks ? what, though spots are on the sun ? 
 
 In fullness is his worth, in fullness he his praise ! 
 
 OF SELF- ACQUAINTANCE. 
 
 Knowledge holdeth by the hilt, and heweth out a road to conquest;,; 
 Ignorance graspeth the blade, and is wounded by its own good sword :
 
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 Knowledge distilletli liealth from the virulence of opposite poisons ; 
 Ignorance niLxeth wholesomes unto the breeding of disease : 
 Knowledge is Ica^'ued with llie universe, and findeth a friend in all things ; 
 But ignorance is every where a stranger ; unwelcome ; ill at ease, and 
 
 out of place. 
 A man is helpless and unsafe up to the measure of his ignorance, 
 For he lacketh perception of the aptitudes conmiending such a matter to 
 
 his use, 
 Clutching at the hora of danger, while he judgeth it the handle of security, 
 Or casting his anchor so widely, that the granite reef is just within the 
 
 tetlier. 
 Untaught in science he is but half aUve, stupidly taking note of nothing, 
 Or listening with dull wonder to the crafty saws of an empiric ; 
 Simple in the world, he triisteth unto knaves ; and then to make amends 
 
 for folly, 
 Dea.leth so shrewdly with the honest, they cannot but suspect him for a 
 
 thief; 
 With an unknown God, he maketli mock of reason, fathering contrivance 
 
 on chance. 
 Or doting with superstitious dretid on some crooked image of his fancy : 
 But ignorant of self, he is weakness at heart ; the keystone crumljleth 
 
 into sand, 
 There is panic in the general's tent, the oak is hollow as hemlock ; 
 Though the warm sap creepeth up its bark, filling out the sheaf of leaves, 
 Though knowledge of all things beside add proofs of seeming vigour. 
 Though the master-mind of the royal sage feast on the mysteries oi" 
 
 wisdom. 
 Yet ignorance of self shall bow down the sjiirit of a Solomon to idols ; 
 The storm of tcmpiation, sweeping by, sliali snap that oak like a reed, 
 And the proud luxuriance of its tufted crown drag it the sooner to tlie dust. 
 
 Youth, conlident in self, tumpc reth witli dangerous dalliance. 
 Till the vice his heart once hated hath locked him in her foul embrace : 
 Manhood, tlirough zeal of doing good, seeketh high place for its occasions, 
 Unwitting that the bleak mountain-air will nip the tender budding of Ids 
 
 motives ; 
 Or painfully, for love of truth, he climbeth the ladder of science, 
 Till pride of intellect, heating his heart, warpeth it aside to delusion : 
 The maiden, to give shadow to her fairness, plaiteth her raven hair,
 
 94 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Heedlessly weaving for her soul the silken net of vanity : 
 
 The gray-beard looketh on his gold, till he loveth its yellow smile, 
 
 Unconscious of the bright decoy which is luring his heart unto avarice : 
 
 Wrath avoideth no quarrel, jealousy counteth its suspicions, 
 
 Pining envy gazeth still, and melancholy seeketh solitude : 
 
 The sensitive broodeth on his slights, the fearful poreth over horrors, 
 
 The train of wantonness is fired, the nerves of indecision are unstrung ; 
 
 Each special pronencss unto harm is pampered by ignorant indulgence, 
 
 And the man, for want of warning, yieldeth to the apt temptation. 
 
 A smith at the loom, and a weaver at the forge, wej-e but sorry craftsmen ; 
 
 And a ship that saileth on every wind never shall reach her port : 
 
 Yet there be thousands among men who heed not the leaning of their 
 
 talents, 
 But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end ; 
 And the light of a thoughtful spirit is quenched beneath the bushel of 
 
 commerce. 
 While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy : 
 The cedar withereth on a wall, while the house-leek is fattening in a 
 
 hot-bed. 
 And the dork with its rank leaves hideth the sun from violets. 
 To every thing a fitting place, a proper honourable use ; 
 The humblest measure of mind is bright in its humble sphere : 
 The glowworm, creeping in the hedge, lighteth her evening torch, 
 And her fiir-ofF mate, on gossamer sail, steereth his course by that star : 
 But ignorance mocketh at proprieties, bringing out the glowworm at noon, 
 And setteth the faults of mediocrity in the full blaze of wisdom. 
 Ravens croaking in darkness, and a skylark trilling to the sun, 
 The voice of a screech-owl from a ruin, and the blackbird's whistle in a 
 
 wood, 
 A cushion-footed camel for the sands, and a swift reindeer for the snows, 
 A naked skin for Ethiopia, and rich soft furs for the Pole : 
 In all things is there a fitness : discord with discord hath its music ; 
 And the harmony of nature is preserved by each one knowing his place. 
 
 The blind at an easel, the palsiwl with a graver, the halt making for the 
 
 goal. 
 The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer discoursing eloquence, — 
 What wonder if all fail ? the shaft fiieth wide of the mark,
 
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 Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be strung awry ; 
 
 And the mind which were excellent in one way, but foolish!} toileth in 
 
 another, 
 What is it but an ill-strung bow, and its aim a crooked arrow ? 
 By knowledge of self, thou provest thy powers ; put not the racer to the 
 
 plough, 
 Nor goad the toilsome ox to wager his slowness with the fleet : 
 Consider thy failings, heed thy propensities, search out thy latent virtues, 
 Analyze the doubtful, cultivate the good, and crush the head of evil ; 
 So shalt thou catch with quick hand the golden ball of opportunity ; 
 The warrior armed shall be ready for the fray, beside his bridled steed ; 
 Thou shalt ward eft" special harms, and have the sway of circumstance, 
 And turn to thy special good the common current of events ; 
 Choosing from the wardrobe of the world, thou shalt suitably clothe tliy 
 
 spirit, 
 Nor thrust the white hand of peace into the gauntlet of defiance : 
 The shepherd shall go with a staff, and conquer by sling and stone ; 
 The soldier shall let alone the distiifF, and the scribe lay down the sword ; 
 The man unlearned shall keep silence, and learn one attribute of wisdom ; 
 The sage be sparing of his lessons before unhearing ears : 
 Calm shalt thou be, as a lion in repose, conscious of passive strength, 
 And the shock that splitteth the globe, shall not unthrone thy self-possession. 
 
 Acquaint thee with thyself, O man ! so shalt thou be humble : 
 
 The hard hot desert of thy heart shall blossom with the lily and the rose ; 
 
 The frozen cliffs of pride shall melt as an iceberg in the tropics ; 
 
 The bitter fountains of self-seeking be sweeter than the waters of the 
 
 Nile. 
 But if thou lack that wisdom, — thy frail skift' is doomed. 
 On stronger eddy whirling to the dreadful gorge ; 
 Untaught in that grand lore, — thou standest, cased in steel, 
 To dare with mocking unbelief the thunderbolts of heaven. 
 For look now around thee on the universe, behold how all tilings serve 
 
 thee ; 
 The teeming soil, and the buoyant sea, and undulating air, 
 Golden crops, and bloomy fruits, and flowers, and precious gems. 
 Choice perfumes, and fair sights, soft touches, and sweet music : 
 For thee, shoaling up the bay, crowd the linny nations, 
 For thee, the cattle on a thousand hills live, and labour, and die :
 
 96 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Light is tliy daily slave, darkness invitclh thee to slumber ; 
 
 Thou art scn'cd by Uie hands of Beauty, and Sublimity kneeletli at thy 
 
 feet : 
 Arise, thou sovereign of creation, and behold thy glory ! 
 Yet more, thou hast a mind ; intellect wingetli thco to heaven, 
 'J'endeth thy state on earth, and by it thou divest down to hell ; 
 TJiou hast measured the belt of Satuni, thou hast weighed the moons of 
 
 Jupiter, 
 And seen, by reason's eye. the centre of thy ghjbe ; 
 Subtly hast thou numbered by Inllions the leagues between sun luid sun, 
 And noted in thy book the coming of their shadows : 
 Witli marvellous unerring truth thou knowest to an inch and to an instant, 
 The where and the when of the comet's palh th.it shall seem to rush by 
 
 at thy command : 
 Arise, thou king of mind, and survey tliy dignity ! 
 Yet more, — for once believe roligion's flattering tale ; 
 Thoi^ hast a soul, aye, and a God, — but be not therefore humbled : 
 Thy Maker's self was glad to live and die — a man ; 
 The brighte.st jewel in his crown is voluntary' manhood : 
 By deep dishonour and great price, bougiit he tliat envied freedom, 
 But thou wast born an heir of ;dl, thy Master scarce could earn. 
 O climax unto prid-', O triumph of humanity, 
 O triple crown upon thy brow, most liigh and mighty Self! 
 Arise thou Lord of all, thou greater than a God ! — 
 How saidst thou, wretched being ? — cast thy glance within ; 
 Regard that painted sepulchre, the hovel of thy heart. 
 Ha ! v,-ith what fearl'ul imagery swarmeth that small chamber ; 
 The horrid eye of murder scowling in the dark. 
 The bony hand of avarice filching from the poor, 
 The lurid fires of lust, the idiot face of folly, 
 
 The sickening deed of cruelty, the foul, fierce orgies of the drunken, 
 Weak contemptible vanity, stubborn stolid unbelief. 
 Envy's devilish sneer, and the vile features of ingratitude, — 
 Man, hast thou seen enough ? or are Uiose fidl proof 
 That thou ait a miracle of mercy, and all thy dignity is dross ? 
 
 Well said the wisdom of earth, O mortal, know thyself; 
 But better the wisdom of heaven, O man, learn tliou thy God : 
 By knowledge of self thou art conusant of e\il, and mailed in panoply to 
 meet it :
 
 OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 97 
 
 By knowledge of God cometh knowledge of good, and universal love is at 
 
 tliy heart. « 
 
 Every creature knoweth its capacities, running in the road of instinct, 
 And reason must not lag behind, but serve itself of all proprieties : 
 Tlie swift to tlie race, and the strong to the burden, and tlie wise for right 
 
 direction ; 
 For self-knowledge filleth with acceptance its niche in the temple of utiUty : 
 But vainly wilt thou look for that knowledge, till the clue of all truth is 
 
 in thy hand, 
 For the labyrinth of man's heart windeth in complicate deceivings : 
 Thou canst not sound its depths with the shallow pliunb-line of reason, 
 Till religion, the pilot of the soul, have lent thee her unfatliomable coil : 
 Therefore, for this grand knowledge, and knowledge is the parent of do- 
 minion, 
 Leam God, tliou shalt know thyself ; yea, and shalt have mastery of all 
 tilings. 
 
 OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS. 
 
 Shame upon thee, savage monarch-man, proud monopolist of reason ; 
 Shame upon creation's lord, the fierce ensanguined despot : 
 What, man ! are there not enough, hunger, and diseases, and fatigue, — 
 And yet must thy goad or thy thong add another sorrow to existence ? 
 What ! art thou not content thy sin hath dragged down suffering and 
 
 death 
 On the poor dumb servants of thy comfort, and yet tliou must rack them 
 
 \vith thy spite ? 
 The prodigal heir of creation hath gambled away his all, — 
 Shall he add torment to the bondage, that is galling his forfeit serfs ? 
 The leader in nature's pajan himself hath marred her psaltery, 
 Shall he multiply the din of discord by overstraining all the strings ? 
 The rebel hath fortified his stronghold, shutting in his vassals with him — 
 Shall he aggravate the woes of the besieged by oppression from within ? 
 Thou twice deformed imago of thy Maker, thou hateful representative of 
 
 Love, 
 For very shame be merciful, be kind vnito the creatures tliou hast ruined ; 
 Earth and her niiUion tribes are cursed for thy sake ; 
 
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 98 PROVERBIAL V'lIILOSOPIIY. 
 
 Earth and her iniUion tribes still writhe beneath thy cruelty : 
 
 Liveth there but one anioiifr th^'' Hiillion that shall not bear witness against 
 
 thee? 
 A pensioner of land or air or h'<\. that hath not whereof it will accuse 
 
 tliee? 
 From the elephant toiling at a launch, to the shrew-mouse in the harvest- 
 field, 
 From the whale which the harpoonor hath stricken, to the minnow caught 
 
 upon a pin, 
 From the albatross wearied in its Hirrht, to the wTen in her covered nest, 
 From the death-moth and lace-wiiioed dragon-fly, to the ludy-bird and the 
 
 gnat. 
 The verdict of all things is unanimous, finding their master cruel : 
 The dog, thy humble friend, lliy trusting, honest friend ; 
 The ass, thine uncomplaining sbive, drudging from morn to even ; 
 The lamb, and the timorous hare, and the laboring ox at plough ; 
 The speckled trout, bar^cing in ib.." shallow, and the jiartridge, gleaning in 
 
 the stubble, 
 And the stag at bay, and the worm in thy path, and the wild bird pining 
 
 in captivity. 
 And all things that minister alike to thy life and thy comfort and thy pride, 
 Testify with one sad voice that man is a cruel master. 
 
 Verily, they are all thint* freely mayst thou sen'e thee of tliem all ; 
 They are thine by gift for thy needs, to lie used in all gratitude and kind- 
 ness : 
 Gratitude to their God and thine, — tlieir Father and thy Father, 
 Kindness to them who toil for thee, and help thee with their all : 
 For meat, but not by wantonness of slaving ; for burden, but with limits 
 
 of humanity ; 
 For luxury, but not tln-ough torture; for draught, but according to the 
 
 strength : 
 For a dog cannot plead his own right nor render a reason for exemption, 
 Nor give a soft answer unto wrath, to turn aside the undeserved lash ; 
 The galled ox cannot complain, nor supplicate a moment's respite ; 
 The spent horse hideth his distress, till he panteth out his spirit at the 
 
 goal ; 
 Also, in the winter of life, when worn by constant toil, 
 If ingratitude forget his senices, he cannot bring them to remembrance :
 
 OF FRIENDSHIP. 99 
 
 Behold, he is faint with hunger ; the big tear standeth in his eye ; 
 
 His skin is sore with stripes, and he tottereth beneath his burden ; 
 
 Hig limbs are stiff with age, his sinews have lost their vigour, 
 
 And pain is stamped upon his face, while he wrestletli unequally with toil; 
 
 Yet once more mutely and meekly endureth he the crushing blow ; 
 
 That struggle halh cracked his heart-strings, — the generous brute is dead ! 
 
 Liveth there no advocate for him ? no judge to avenge his wrongs ? 
 
 No voice that shall be heard in his defence ? no sentence to be passed on 
 
 his oppressor ? 
 Yea, the sad eye of the tortured pleadeth pathetically for him : 
 Yea, all the justice in heaven is roused in indignation at his woes : 
 Yea, all the pity upon earth sliall call down a curse upon the cruel : 
 Yea, the burning malice of the wicked is tiieir own exceeding punishment. 
 The Angel of Mercy stoppeth not to comfort, but passeth by on the other 
 
 side, 
 And hath no tear to shed wlien a cruel man is damned. 
 
 OF FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-uiterest to 
 
 friendship : 
 For Confidence cannot dwell v/here Selfishness is porter at the gate. 
 If thou see thy friend to be selfish, thou canst not be sure of his honestj- ; 
 And in seeking thine own weal, thou hast wronged the reliance of thy 
 
 friend. 
 Fiattory hideth her vaniishcd face when Friendship sitteth at his board ; 
 And the door is shut upon Suspicion, but Candour is bid glad welcome. 
 For Friendship abhorreth doubt, its life is in mutual trust, 
 And perisheth, when artful praise pro\'eth it is sought for a purpose. 
 A man may be good to thee at times, and render thee mighty service, 
 Whom yet thy secret soul could not desire as a friend ; 
 For the sum of life is in trifles, and though, in the weightier masses, 
 A man refuse thee not his purse, nay, his all in thine utmost need, 
 Yet, if thou canst not feel that his character agreeth with thine own, 
 Thou never wilt call liim friend, though tliou render him a heart full of 
 
 gTatitude. 
 A coarse man grindeth harshly the finer feelings of his brother ;
 
 100 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 A common mind will soon depart from the dull companionsliip of wisdom; 
 A weak soul dareth not to follow in the track of vigour and decision ; 
 And the worldly regardeth with scorn the seeming foolishness of faith. 
 A mountain is made up of atoms, and friendship of little matters, 
 And if the' atoms liold not together, the mountain is crumbled into dust. 
 
 Come, I will show thee a friend ; I will paint one worthy of thy trust. : 
 Thine heart shall not weary of him : thou shalt not secretly despise him. 
 Thou art long in learning him, in unravelling all his worth ; 
 And he dazzleth not thine eyes at first, to be darkened in thy sight afterward, 
 But risetli from small beginnings, and rDacheth the height of thy esteem. 
 He remembereth that thou art only man ; he expecteth not great things 
 
 from thee ; 
 And his forbearance toward thee silently teacheth thee to be considerate 
 
 unto him. 
 He despiseth not courtesy of manner, nor neglecteth the decencies of life : 
 Nor mocketh the failings of others, nor is harsh in his censures before thee ; 
 For so, how couldst thou tell, if he talketh not of thee in ridicule ? 
 He withholdeth no secret from thee, and rejecteth not thine in turn ; 
 He shareth Lis joys wnth thee, and is glad to bear part in thy sorrows. 
 Yet one thing, he loveth thee too well to show thee the corruptions of his 
 
 heart : 
 For as an ill example strengtheneth the hands of the wicked, 
 So to put forward thy guilt is a secret poison to thy friend : 
 For the evil in his nature is comforted, and he warreth more weakly against it, 
 If he find that the friend wliom he honoureth, is a man more sinful than 
 
 himself. 
 I hear the communing of friends ; ye speak out the fullness of your souls, 
 And being but men, as men, ye own to all the sympathies of manhood : ('*) 
 Confidence openeth the lips, indulgence beameth from the eye, 
 The tongue loveth not boasting, the heart is made glad with kindness : 
 And one standeth not as on a liill, beckoning to the other to follow. 
 But ye toil up hand in hand, and carry each other's burdens. 
 Ye commune of hopes and aspirations, the fervent breathings of the heart, 
 Ye speak with pleasant interchange the treasured secrets of affection, 
 Ye listen to the voice of complaint, and whisper the language of comfort, 
 And as in a double solitude, ye think in each other's hearing. 
 
 Choose thy friend discreetly, and see thou consider his station,
 
 OF FRIENDSHIP. 101 
 
 For the graduated scale of ranks accordeth with the ordinance of heaven : 
 
 If a low companion ripen to a friend, in the full sunshine of thy confidence, 
 
 Know, that for old age thou hast heaped up sorrow : 
 
 For thou sinkest to that level, and thy kin shall scorn thee. 
 
 Yea, and the menial thou hast pampered haply shall neglect thee in thy 
 
 death : 
 And if thou reachest up to high estates, thinking to herd with princes, 
 What art thou but a footstool, though so near a throne ? 
 O rush among the lilies, be taught thou art a weed ; 
 O brier among the cedars, hot contempt shall burn thee. 
 But thou, friend and scholar, select from thine own caste, 
 And make not an intimate of one, thy servant or thy master ; 
 For only friendship among men is the true republic, ' 
 Where all have equality of service, and all have freedom oT command. 
 And yet, if thou wilt take my judgment, be shy of too much openness 
 
 with any, 
 Lest thou repent hereafter, should he turn and rend thee : 
 For many an apostate friend hath abused unguarded confidence, • 
 And bent to selfish ends the secret of tlie soul. 
 
 Absence strengtheneth friendship, where the last recollections were kindly ; 
 
 But it must be good wine at the last, or absence shall weaken it daily. 
 
 A rare thing is faith, and friendship is a marvel among men. 
 
 Yet strange faces call they friends, and say they believe, when they doubt. 
 
 Those hours are not lost that are spent in cementing affection ; 
 
 For a friend is above gold, precious as the stores of the mind. 
 
 Bo sparing of advice by words, but teach thy lesson by example ; 
 
 For the vanity of man may be wounded, and retort unkindly upon thee. 
 
 There be some that never had a friend, because they were gross and 
 
 selfish ; 
 Worldliness, and apathy, and pride, leave not many that are worthy : 
 But one who meriteth esteem, need never lack a friend ; 
 P^or as thistle-down flieth abroad, and casteth its anchor in the soil. 
 So philanthropy yearneth for a heart, where it may take root and blossom. 
 
 Yet I liear the child of sensibility moaning at the wintry cold, 
 Wlierein the mists of selfishness liave wrapped the society of men : 
 He grieveth, and hath deep reasons ; for falsehood hath wronged his trust. 
 And the breaches in liis bleeding heart have been filled with the briers of 
 suspicion.
 
 102 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 For, alas, how fovv be friend;', of whom charity hath hoped well ! 
 
 How few there be among men who forget themselves for others ! 
 
 Each one seeketh his own, and looketh on his brethren as rivals, 
 
 Masking envy with friendship, to serve his secret ends. 
 
 And tlie world, that corriqrtoth all good, hath wronged that sacred name, 
 
 For it calleth any man friend, who is not known for an enemy ; 
 
 And such be as the flies of summer, while plenty sitteth at thy board ; 
 
 But who can wonder at their flight from the cold denials of want ? 
 
 Such be as vultures round a carcass, assembled together for the feast : 
 
 But a sudden noise scareth them, and forthv/ith are they specks among the 
 clouds. 
 
 There be few, O child of sensibility, who deserve to have tliy confidence ; 
 
 Yet weep n.ot, for there are some, and such some live for thee : 
 
 To them is the chilling world a drear and barren scene, 
 
 And gladly seek they such as thou art, for seldom find they tiie occasion : 
 
 For, though no man excludeth himself from the high capability of friend- 
 ship, 
 
 Yet verily is the man a marvel whom truth can write a friend. 
 
 OF LOVE. 
 
 There is a fragrant blossom, that uuiketh glad the garden of the heart : 
 Its root lieth deep ; it is delicate, yet lasting, as the lilac crocus of autumn ; 
 Jioncliness and thought are the dews that water it mom and even ; 
 Memoi-y and Absence cherish it, as the balmy breathings of the south : 
 Its sun is the brightness of affection, and it bloometh in the borders of 
 
 Hope ; 
 Its companions are gentle flowers, and the brier withereth by its side. 
 I saw it budding in beauty ; I felt the magic of its smile ; 
 The violet rejoiced beneath it, tlie rose stooped down and kissed it ; 
 And I thought some cherub had planted there a truant flower of Eden, 
 As a bird bringeth foreign seeds, tliat they may flourish in a kindly soil. 
 I saw, and asked not its name ; I knew no language was so wealthy, 
 Though every heart of every clime findeth its echo within. 
 And yet what shall I say ? Is a sordid man capable of — Love ?
 
 OF LOVE. 103 
 
 Hath a seducer known it ? Can an adulterer perceive it ? 
 
 Or he that seeketh strange women, can lie feel its purity ? 
 
 Or he that changeth often, can he know its truth ? 
 
 Longing for another's happiness, yet often destroying its own ; 
 
 Chaste, and looking up to God, as the fountain of tenderness and joy ; 
 
 Quiet, yet flowing deep, as the Rhine among rivers ; 
 
 Lasting, and knowing not change — it '.\alketh with Truth and Sincerity. 
 
 Love : — what a ^"olume in a word, an ocean in a tear, 
 
 A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, 
 
 The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment : 
 
 What consecrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love ! 
 
 For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, 
 
 The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, 
 
 The story without an end that angels throng to hear, 
 
 The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart ! 
 
 Oh ! call thou snake-eyed malice mercy, call envy honest praise, 
 
 Count selfish craft for wisdom, and coward treachery for prudence, 
 
 Do homage to blaspheming unbelief as to bold and free philosophy. 
 
 And estimate the recklessness of license as the ritrlit attribute of liberty, — 
 
 But with the world, thou friend and scholar, stain not this pure name ; 
 
 Nor suffer the majesty of Love to be likened to the meanness of desire : 
 
 For Love is no more such, than seraphs' hymns are discord, 
 
 And such is no more Love, than ^Etna's breath is suunner. 
 
 Love is a sweet idolatry, enslaving all the soul, 
 
 A mighty spiritual force, warring with tlie dullness of matter. 
 
 An angel-mind brenthed into a mortal, though fallen, yet how beautiful ! 
 
 All the devotion of tiie heart in all its deptli and grandeur. 
 
 Behold that pale geranium, pent within the cottage window ; 
 
 How yearningly it stretcheth to the hght its sickly long-stalked leaves, 
 
 How it straineth upward to the sun, coveting liis sweet influences, 
 
 How real a living" sacrifice to the God of all its worship ! 
 
 Such is the soul that loveth ; and so the rose-tree of affection 
 
 Bcndeth its every leaf to look on those dear eyes, 
 
 Its every blushing petal basketh in their light. 
 
 And all its gladness, all its life, is hanging on their love. 
 
 If die love of the heart is blighted, it buddeth not again ;
 
 104 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 If that pleasant song is forgotten, it is to be learnt no more : 
 
 Yet often will thought look back, and weep over early affection ; 
 
 And the dim notes of that pleasant song will be heard as a reproachful 
 
 spirit, 
 Moaning in .-Eolian strains over the desert of the heart, 
 Where the hot siroccos of the world have withered its one oasis. 
 
 OF MARRIAGE. 
 
 Seek a good wife of thy God, for she is the best gift of his providence ; 
 
 Yet ask not in bold confidence that which he hath not promised. 
 
 Thou knowest not his good-will : — be thy prayer then submissive there- 
 unto ; 
 
 And leave thy petition to his mercy, assured that he will deal well with 
 thee. 
 
 If thou art to have a wife of thy youth, she is now living on the earth ; 
 
 Therefore think of her, and pray for her weal ; yea, though thou hast not 
 seen her. 
 
 They that love early become like-minded, and the tempter touches them not ; 
 
 The]f grow up leaning on each other, as the olive and vine. 
 
 Youth longeth for a kindred spirit, and yeameth for a heart that can com- 
 mune with his own ; 
 
 He meditateth night and day, doting on the image of his fancy. 
 
 Take heed that what charmeth tliee is real, nor springeth of thine own 
 imagination ; 
 
 And suffer not trifles to win thy love ; for a wife is thine unto death. 
 
 The harp and the voice may thrill thee, — sound may enchant thine ear, 
 
 But consider thou, the hand will wither, and the sweet notes turn to dis- 
 cord : 
 
 The eye, so brilliant at even, may be red with sorrow in the morning ; 
 
 And the sylph-like form of elegance must writhe in the crampings of pain. 
 
 O happy lot, and hallowed, even as the joy of angels, 
 Where the golden chain of godliness is entv.'ined with the roses of love : 
 But beware, thou seem not to be holy, to win favour in the eyes of a crea- 
 ture,
 
 OF MARRIAGE. 105 
 
 For thegriilt of the hypocrite is deadly, and winneth tliee wrath elsewhere. 
 
 The idol of thy heart is, as thou, a probationar}- sojourner on eartii ; 
 
 Therefore be cliar}' of her soul, for that is a jewel in hor casket. 
 
 Let her be a child of God, that she bring with her a blessing to thy hous?, — 
 
 A blessing above riches, and leading contentment in its train : 
 
 Let her be an heir of heaven ; so shall she help thee on thy way ; 
 
 For those who are one in faith, fight double-handed against evil. 
 
 Take heed lest she love thee before God ; that she be not an idolater : 
 
 Yet see thou that she love thee well: for her heart is the heart of woman t 
 
 And the triple nature of humanity must be bound by a triple chain, 
 
 For soul and mind and b<xly — godliness, esteem, and affection. 
 
 How beautiful is modesty I it winneth ujion all beholders : 
 
 But a \\'ord or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been 
 
 for thee. 
 Affect not to despise beauty : no one is freed from its dominion : 
 But reg-ard it not a pearl of price : — it is fleeting as the bow in the clouds. 
 If the character within be gentle, it often hath it^ index in the countenance : 
 The soft smile of a loving face is better tlian splendour that fadeth quickly. 
 When tb.ou choosest a wife, think not only of thyself. 
 But of those God may give thee of her. that they reproach thee not for 
 
 their being ; 
 See that he hath given her health, lest thou lose her early and weep ; 
 See that she springeth of a wholesome stock, that thy little ones perish 
 
 not before thee : 
 For many a fair skin hath covered a mining disease. 
 And many a laughing cheek been bright with the glare of madness. 
 
 ]Mark the converse of one thou lovest, that it be simple and sincere ; 
 
 For an artful or false woman shall set thy pillow with thorns. 
 
 Obiierve her deportment with others, when she thinketh not that thou art 
 
 nigh, 
 For with thee will the blushes of love conceal the true colour of her mind. 
 Hath she learning ? it is good, so that modesty go with it : 
 Hath she wisdom ? it is precious, but beware that thou exceed ; 
 For woman must be subject, and the true mastery is of the mind. 
 Be joined to thine equal in rank, or the foot of pride v/ill kick at thee : 
 And look not only for riches, lest thou be mated with misery : 
 Marry not without means ; for so shouldst thou tempt Providence ;
 
 106 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 But wait not for more than enough; for marriage, is tlie duty of most men; 
 Grievous indeed must be tiio burden that shall outweigh imiocence and 
 
 liealth, 
 And a well-assorted marriage hath not n^any cares. 
 In the day of thy joy consider the poor; thou shalt reap a ricli harvest of 
 
 blessing ; 
 For these be the pensioners of One who riUeth thy cup with pleasures ; 
 In the day of thy joy be thankful ; He hath well deserved thy praise ; 
 Mean and selfish is the heart that seeketli him only in sorrow. 
 For her sake, who leaneth on thine arm, court not the notice of the world, 
 And remember that sober privacy is comelier than public display. 
 If thou marriest, thou art allied unto strangers : see tliey be not such as 
 
 shame thee : 
 If thou marriest, thou leavest thine owm ; see that it be not done in anger. 
 
 Bride and bridegroom, pilgrims of life, henceforward to travel together, 
 In this the beginning of your joumey, neglect not the favour of Heaven : 
 And at eventide kneel ye together, that your joy be not unhallowed : 
 Angels that are round you shall be glad, those loving ministers of mercy, 
 And the richest blessings of your God shall be poured on his favoured 
 
 children. 
 MaiTiage is a figure and an earnest of holier things unseen, 
 And reverence well becometh the symbol of dignity and glory. 
 Keep thy heart pure, lest thou do dishonour to thy state ; 
 Selfishness is base and hateful ; but love considereth not itself. 
 The wicked turneth good into evil, for his mind is warped within him : 
 But the heart of the righteous is chaste ; his conscience casteth off sin. 
 If tiiou wilt be loved, render implicit confidence ; 
 If thou wouldst not suspect, receive full confidence in turn : 
 For where trust is not reciprocal, tlie love that trusted withereth. 
 Hide not your grief nor your gladness ; be open one with the other ; 
 Let bitterness be strange unto your tongues, but sympathy a dweller in 
 
 your hearts : 
 Imparting halveth the evils, while it doubleth the pleasures of life, 
 But sorrows breed and thicken in the gloomy bosom of Reserve. 
 
 Young wife, be not forward, nor forget that modesty becometh thee : 
 If it be discarded now, wiio will not hold it feigned before ? 
 But be not as a timid girl, — there is honour due to thine estate ;
 
 OF EDUCATION. 107 
 
 A matron's modesty is dignified : she blusheth not, neither is she bold. 
 Be kind to the friends of thine husband, for the love they have to him : 
 And gently bear with his infirmities ; hast thou no need of liis forbearance ? 
 Be iK)t always in each other's company ; it is often good to be alone ; 
 And if there be too much sameness, ye cannot but grow weary of each 
 
 other : 
 Ye have each a soul to be nourished, and a mind to be taught in wisdom, 
 Therefore, as accountable for time, help one anotlier to improve it. • 
 If ye feel love to decline, track out quickly the secret cause ; 
 Let it not rankle for a day, but confess and bewail it together : 
 Speedily seek to be reconciled, for love is the life of marriage ; 
 And be ye co-partners in triumph, conquering the peevishness of self. 
 
 Let no one have thy confidence, O wife, saving thine husband : 
 
 Have not a friend more intimate, () husband, than thy wife. 
 
 In the joy of a well-ordered home, be warned that this is not your rest ; 
 
 For the substance to come may be forgotten in tlie present beauty of the 
 
 shadow. 
 If ye are blessed with children, ye have a fearful pleasure, 
 A deeper care and a higher joy, and the range of your existence is 
 
 widened. 
 If God in wisdom refuse them, thank him for an unknown mercy : 
 For how can ye tell if they might be a blessing or a curse ? 
 Yet ye may pray, like Hannah, simply dependent on his will : 
 Resignation sweeteneth the cup, but impatience dasheth it with vinegar. 
 Now this is the sum of the matter : — if ye will be happy in marriage, 
 Confide, love, and be patient ; be faithful, firm, and holy. 
 
 OF EDUCATION. 
 
 A BABE in a house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and 
 
 love : 
 A resting-place for innocence on earth ; a link between angels and men : 
 Yet is it a talent of trust, a loan to be rendered back with interest ; 
 A delight, but redolent of care ; honey-sweet, but lacking not the bitter. 
 For character groweth day by day, and all things aid it in unfolding,
 
 108 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And the bent unto good or evil may be given in the hours of infancy : 
 Scratch the green rind of a sapling, or wantonly twist it in the soil, 
 The scarred and crooked oak will tell ol' thee for centuries to come ; 
 Even so mayst thou guide the mind to good, or lead it to the marrings 
 
 of evil, 
 For disposition is buildcd up by the fashioning of first impressions : 
 Wherefore, though the voice of Instruction waiteth for the ear of reason, 
 Yet with his mother's milk the young child drinketh Education. 
 Patiencce is the first great lesson ; he may learn it at the breast ; 
 And the habit of obedience and trust may be grafted on his mind in the 
 
 cradle : 
 Hold the little liands in prayer, teach the weak knees their kneeling ; 
 Let him see thee speaking to thy God ; he will not forget it afterward : 
 When old and gray will he feelingly remember a mother's tender piety, 
 And the touching recollection of her prayers shall arrest the strong man 
 
 in his sin. 
 
 Select not to nurse thy darling one that may t;iint his irmocenee. 
 For example is a constant monitor, and good seed will die among the tares. 
 The arts of a strange servant have spoiled a gentle disposition : 
 Mother, let him learn of thy lips, and be nourished at thy breast. 
 Character is mainly moulded by the cast of the minds that surround it : 
 Let then the playmates of thy little one be not other tha^n thy judgment 
 
 shall approve ; 
 For a child is in a new world, and learneth somewhat every moment. 
 His eye is quick to observe, his memory storeth in secret, 
 His ear is greedy of knowledge, and his mind is plastic as soft wax. 
 Beware then that he heareth what is good, that he feedeth not on enl 
 
 maxims, 
 For the seeds of first instructions are dropped into the deepest furrows. 
 That which immemorial use hath sanctioned, seemeth to be right and tnie ; 
 Therefore, let him never have to recollect the time when good things were 
 
 strangers to his thought. 
 Strive not to centre in thyself, fond mother, all his love ; 
 Nay, do not thou so selfishly, but enlarge his heart for others ; 
 Use him to sympathy betimes, that he learn to be sad with the afflicted : 
 And check not a child in his merriment, — should not his morning be sunny? 
 Give him not all his desire, so shalt thou strengthen him in hope ; 
 Neither stop with indulgence the fountain of his tears, so shall he fear thy 
 
 firmness.
 
 OF EDUCATION. 109 
 
 Above all things graft on him subjection, yea, in the veriest trifle ; 
 Courtesy to all, reverence to some, and to thee nnanswering obedience. 
 
 Read thou first, and well approve, the books thou givest to thy cliild ; 
 But remember tlie weakness of his thought, and that wisdom for him must 
 
 be diluted : 
 In the honied waters of infant tales, let him taste the strong wine of truth : 
 Pathetic stories soften the heart; but legends of terror breed midnight 
 
 misery ; 
 Fairy fictions cram the mind with folly, and knowledge of ev\\ tempteth to 
 
 like evil : 
 Be not loth to curb imagination, nor be fearful that trutlis will depress it ; 
 ^\nd for evil, he will learn it soon enough ; be not thou the devil's envoy. 
 Induce not precocity of intellect, for so shouldst thou nourish vanity ; 
 Neither can a plant, forced in the hot-bed, stand against the frozen breath 
 
 of winter. 
 The mind is made wealthy by ideas, but the multitude of words is a 
 
 clogging weight : 
 Therefore be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to the measure of 
 
 capacity. 
 Analogy is milk for babes, but abstract truths are strong meat ; 
 Precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy illustration winneth 
 
 him : 
 In vain shalt thou preach of industry and prudence, till he learn of I he bee 
 
 and the ant ; 
 Dimly will he think of his soul, till the acorn and chrj-salis have taught 
 
 him ; 
 lie will fear God in thunder, and worship his loveliness in flowers ; 
 And parables shall charm his heart, while doctrines seem dead mysterj' ; 
 Faith shall he learn of the husbandman casting good com into the soil ; 
 And if thou train him to trust thee, he will not withhold his reliance from 
 
 the Lord. 
 Fcarcst thou the dark, poor child ? I would not have thee left to thy 
 
 terrors ; 
 Darkness is the semblance of evil, and nature regardeth it with dread : 
 Yet know thy father's God is with tlioe still, to guard thee : 
 It is a simple lesson of dependence, let thy tost mind anchor upon Him. ( 
 Did a sudden noise aff'right thee ? lo, this or that hath caused it : 
 Things undefined are full of dread, and stagger stouter nerves.
 
 110 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The seeds of misery and madness have been sowed in the nights of in- 
 fancy : 
 
 Therefore be careful that gliastly fears be not the night companions of thy 
 child. 
 
 Lo, tliou art a land-rnark on a hill ; thy little ones copy thee in all things. 
 
 Let, then, thy religion be perfect : so shall thou be honoured in thy house. 
 
 Be instructed in all wisdom, and communicate that thou knowest, 
 
 Otherwise thy learning is hidden, and thus tliou seemest unwise. 
 
 A sluggard hatli no respect ; an epicure commandeth not reverence ; 
 
 i\Ieanness is always despicable, and folly provoketh contempt. 
 
 Those parents are best honoured whose characters best deserve it ; 
 
 Show me a shild undutiful, I shall know where to look for a fooUsh father. 
 
 Never hath a father done his duty, and lived to be despised of his son. 
 
 But how can that son reverence an examjile he dare not follow ? 
 
 Should he imitate thee in thine evil ? his scorn is thy rebuke. 
 
 Nay, but bring him up aright, in obedience to God and to thee ; 
 
 Begin betimes, lest thou fail of his fear ; and with judgment, that thou 
 lose not his love : 
 
 Herein use good discretion, and govern not all alike, 
 
 Yet, perhaps, the fault will be in thee, if kindness prove not all-sufficient : 
 
 By kindness, the wolf and the zebra become docile as the spaniel and the 
 horse : 
 
 The kite feedeth with the starling, under the law of kindness : 
 
 That law shall ttime the fiercest, bring down the battlements of pride, 
 
 Cherish the weak, control the strong, and win tlie fearful spirit. 
 
 Be obeyed when thou commandest ; but command not often : 
 
 Let thy carriage be the gentleness of love, not the stern front of tyranny. 
 
 Make not one child a warning to another ; but chide the otfender apart : 
 
 For self-conceit and wounded pride rankle like poisons in the soul. 
 
 A mild rebuke in the season of calmness, is better than a rod in the heat 
 of passion. 
 
 Nevertheless spare not, if thy word hath passed for punishment ; 
 
 Let not thy child see thee humbled, nor lesern to think thee false ; 
 
 Suffer none to reprove thee before him, and rfeprove not thine own pur- 
 poses by change ; 
 
 Yet speedily turn thou again, and reward him where thou canst, 
 
 For kind encouragement in good cutteth at the roots of evil.
 
 'or EDUCATION. Ill 
 
 Dri\'e not a timid infant from his home, in the early spring-time of his life. 
 Commit not that treasure to an IiireUng, nor vvTench tlie young heart's 
 
 fibres : 
 In liis helplessness leave him not alone, a stranger among strange children, 
 Where affection longeth for thy love, counting the dreary hours ; 
 Where religion is made a terror, and innocence weepeth unheard ; 
 Where oppression grindeth without remedy, and cruelty delighteth in 
 
 smiting. 
 Wherefore comply '.vath an evil fashion ? Is it not to spare thee trouble ? 
 Can he gather no knowledge at thy moutli ? Wilt tliou yield thine honour 
 
 to another ? 
 Wliat can he gain in learning, to equal what he losetli in innocence ? 
 Alas I for the price above gold, by which such learning cometh ! 
 For emulative pride and envy are the specious idols of the diligent, 
 Oaths and foul-mouthed sin bum in the language of the idle : 
 Bolder in that mimic world of boys stareth brazen-fronted vice. 
 Than thereafter in the haunts of men, where society doth shame her into 
 
 comers. 
 My soul, look well around thee, ere thou give thy timid infant unto sorrows. 
 There be many that say, We were happiest in days long past, 
 When our deepest care was an ill-conned book. 
 And when we sported in that merry sunshine of our life. 
 Sadness a stranger to the heart, and cheerfulness its gay inhabitant. 
 True, ye are now less pure, and therefore are more wretched : 
 But have ye quite forgotten how sorely ye travailed at your tasks, 
 How childish griefs and disappointments bowed down the childish mind ? 
 How sorrow sat upon your pillow, and terror hatli waked thee up betimes. 
 Dreading the strict hand of justice, that will not wait for a reason. 
 Or tlie whims of petty tyrants, children like yourselves, 
 Or the pestilent extract of evil poured into the ear of innocence ? 
 Behold the coral island, fresh from the floor of the Atlantic, 
 It is dinted by every ripple, and a soft wave can smooth its surface ; 
 But soon its substance hardeneth in tlie winds and tropic sun. 
 And weakly the foaming billows break against its adamantine wall ; 
 Even thus, tliough sin and care dash upon the firmness of manhood. 
 The timid child is wasted most by his petty troubles ; 
 And seldom, when life is mature, and the strength proportioned to the 
 
 burden. 
 Will the feeling mind, that can remember, acknowledge to deeper anguish,
 
 ll»y PROVERBIAL PHILOSdl'HY. 
 
 Than when, as a stranger and a little one, the heart first ached with 
 
 anxiety, 
 And the sprouting buds of sensibility were Imiised by the harshness of a 
 
 school. 
 My son], look well around thee, ere thou give thine infant unto sorrows. 
 Yet there be boisteious tempers, stout nerves, and stubborn hearts. 
 And there is a riper season, when the mind is well disciplined in good, 
 And a time, when youth may be bettered by the wholesome occasions of 
 
 knowledge. 
 Which rarely will it meet with so well as among tlie congregation of his 
 
 fellows. 
 Only for infancy, fond mother, rend not those first affections ; 
 Only for the sensitive and timorous, consign not thy darling inito misery. 
 
 A man looketli on his little one, as a being of better hope ; 
 
 In himself ambition is dead, but it hath a resurrection in his son ; 
 
 That vein is yet untried, — and who can tell if it be not golden ? 
 
 While his, well-nigh worked out, never yielded aught but lead : 
 
 And tlius is he hurt more sorely, if his wishes are defeated tliere ; 
 
 He has staked his all upon a throw, and lo ! the dice have foiled him. 
 
 All ways, and at all times, men follow on in flocks, 
 
 And the rife epidemic of the day shall tincture the stream of education ; 
 
 Fashion is a fooUsh watcher posted at the tree of knowledge. 
 
 Who plucketh its unripe fruit to pelt away the birds : 
 
 But for its golden apples, — tliey dry upon the boughs, 
 
 And few have the courage or the wisdom to eat in spite of fashion : 
 
 One while, the fever is to learn, what none will be wiser for knowing, 
 
 Exploded errors in extinct tongues, and occasions for their use are small ; 
 
 And the bright morning of life, lor years of misspent time, 
 
 Wasted in following sounds, hath tracked up little sense. 
 
 Till at noon a man is thrown iijjon the world, with a mind expert in trifles, 
 
 Ha\dng yet every thing to learn, that can make him good or useful : 
 
 The curious spirit of youth is crannned with unwholesome garbage. 
 
 While starving for the mother's milk the breasts of nature yield ; 
 
 And high-coloured fables of depravity lure with their classic varnish, 
 
 While truth is holding out in vain her mirror much despised. 
 
 Of olden time, the fashion was for arms, to make an accomplished slayer, 
 And set gregarious man a-tilting with his fellows ;
 
 OF EDUCATION. . . 113 
 
 Thereafter, occult sciences, and mystic arts, and symbols, 
 
 How to exorcise a wizard, and how to lay a ghost ; 
 
 Anon, all lor gallantry and presence, the minuet, the palfrey, and the foil, 
 
 And the grand aim of education was to produce a coxcomb ; 
 
 Soon came scholastical dispute with hydra-headed argument, 
 
 And the true philosophy of mind confounded in a labyrinth of words : 
 
 Then, the Pantheon, and its orgies, initiating docile childhood. 
 
 While diligent youtli strove hard to render his all nnto Caesar ; 
 
 And now is seen the passion for utihty, wlien all tilings are accounted by 
 
 their price. 
 And the wisdom of the wise is busied in hatching golden eggs. 
 Percliance, not many moons to come, and all will again be for abstrusity, 
 Unravelling the figured veil that hideth Egj'pt's gods ; 
 Or in those strange Avatars seeking benignant Vishnu, 
 Kali and Kamala the fair, and much-invoked Ganesa. ('^) 
 
 The mines of knowledge are oft laid bare through the forked hazel wand 
 
 of cLnnce, 
 And in a mountain of quartz we find a grain of gold. 
 Of a truth it were well to know all things, and to learn them all at once, 
 And what, though mortal insufficiency attain to small knowledge of any ? 
 Man loveth exclusions, deUghting in the sterile trodden path, 
 WTiile the broad green meadow is jewelled with wild flowers : 
 And whether, is it better with the many to folbw a beaten track. 
 Or by eccentric wanderings to cull unheeded sweets ? 
 
 When his reason yieldeth fruit, make thy child tliy friend ; 
 
 For a filial friend is a double gain, a diamond set in gold. 
 
 As an infant, thy mandate was enough, but now let him see thy reasons ; 
 
 Coidide in him, but with discretion ; and bend a willing ear to his questions. 
 
 More to thee tlian to all beside, let -him owe good counsel and good 
 
 guidance : 
 Let him feel his pursuits have an interest, more to thee than to all beside. 
 Watch his native capacities ; nourish that which suiteth him the readiest; 
 And cultivate early those good inclinations wherein thou fearest he is most 
 
 lacking : 
 Is he phlegmatic and desponding ? let small successes comfort liis hope ; 
 Is he obstinate and sanguine ? let petty crosses accustom him to life. 
 Showeth he a sordid spirit ? be quick, and teach him generosity ;
 
 H4 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Iiiclineth he to liberal excess ? prove to him how hard it is to earn. 
 Gather to thy hearth such /ricnds as are worthy of honour and attention, 
 For the company a man choosetli is a visible index of his heart : 
 But let not the pastor whom tliou liearest be too much a familiar in thy 
 
 house, 
 For thy children may see liis intinnities, and learn to cavil at his teaching. 
 It is well to take hold on occasions, and render indirect instruction ; 
 It is better to teach upon a system, and reap the wisdom of books : 
 TJie history of nations yieldeth grand outlhies : of persons, minute details : 
 Poetry is polish to the mind, and high abstractions cleanse it. 
 Consider the station of thy son, and breed him to his fortune with judg- 
 ment : 
 The rich may protit in much which would bring small advantage to the 
 
 poor. 
 But with all thy care for thy son, with all thy strivings for his welfare, 
 Expect disappointment, and look for pain : for he is of an evil stock, and 
 will grieve thee. 
 
 OF TOLERANCE. 
 
 A WISE man in a crowded street winneth his way with gentleness, 
 
 Nor rudely pusheth aside the stranger that standeth in his path ; 
 
 He knowetli that blind hurry will but hinder, stirring up contention 
 
 agninst him. 
 Yet holdeth he steadily right on, with his face to the scope of his pursuit : 
 Even so, in the congress of opinions, the bustling highway of intelligence. 
 Each man should ask of his neighbour, and yield to him again concession. 
 Tenns ill defined, and forms misunderstood, and customs, where their 
 
 reasons are unknown. 
 Have stirred up many zealous souls to fight against imaginary giants : 
 But wisdom will hear the matter out, and often, by keenness of perception, 
 Will find in strange disguise the precious truth he seeketli : 
 So he leavetli unto prejudice or taste the garb and the manner of her 
 
 presence. 
 Content to see so nigh tlie mistres-s of his love. 
 There is no similitude in nature that owneth not also to a difference,
 
 OF TOLERANCE. 115 
 
 Yea, no two berries are alike, tliough twins upon one stem ; 
 
 No drop in the ocean, no pebble on the beach, no leaf in the forest, hath 
 
 its counterpart. 
 No mind in its dwelling of mortality, no spirit in tlie world unseen : • 
 And therefore, since capacity and essence diifer alike with accident. 
 None but a bigot partisan will hope for impossible unity. 
 Wilt thou ensue peace, nor buffet with the waters of contention, 
 Wilt thou be counted wise and gain the love of men. 
 Let unobtruded error escape the frown of censure. 
 Nor lift the glass of truth alway before thy fellows : 
 I say not, compromise the right, I would not have thee countenance the 
 
 WTong, 
 But hear with charitable heart the reasons of an honest judgment ; 
 For thou also ha.st erred, and knoAvest not when thou art most right ; 
 Nor whether to-morrow's wisdom may not prove thee simple to-day : 
 Perchance tliou art chiding in another what once thou wast thyself; 
 Perchance thou sharply reprovest what thou wilt be hereafter. 
 A man that can render a reason. Is a man worthy of an answer ; 
 But he that argueth for victory, deserveth not the tenderness of Truth. 
 
 Whiles a man livetli he may mend : count not thy brother reprobate ; 
 
 Wiien lie is dead his chance is gone : remember not his feults in bitterness. 
 
 A man, till he dieth, is immortal in thy sight ; and then he is as nothing ; 
 
 Make not the living thy foe, nor take weak vengeance of the dead ; 
 
 For life is as a game of chess, where least causeth greatest, 
 
 And an ill move bringeth loss, and a pawn may insure victory. 
 
 Dost thou suspect ? seek out certainty : for now, by self-inthcted pain, 
 
 Or ill-directed wrath, thou Avrongest thyself or thy neighbour : 
 
 Suspicion is an early leason, taught in the school of experience. 
 
 Neither shalt thou easily inilearn it, though charity ply thee with her 
 
 preaching ; 
 Yet look thou well for reasons, or ever mistrust hath marred thee. 
 Or fear curdled thy blood, or jealousy goaded thee to madness : 
 For a look, or a word, or an act, may be taken well or ill, 
 As construed by the latitude of love, or the closeness of cold suspicion. 
 
 Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood : 
 And a prudent man will not lay siege to the stronghold of ignorant bigotiy. 
 To unsettle a weak mind were an easy inglorious triiunph,
 
 116 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And a strong cause taketh little count of the worthless suffrage of a fool : 
 
 Lightly he held to the wrong, loosely will lie cling to the right ; 
 
 Weakness is the essence of his mind, and the reed cannot yield an acorn. 
 
 Dogged obstinacy is oftentimes the buttress that proppeth an unstable spirit. 
 
 But a candid man blusheth not to own he is wiser to-day than yesterday. 
 
 A rnan of little wisdom is a sage among fools ; 
 
 But himself is chief among the fools, if he look for admiration from them. 
 
 A heresy is an evil tiling, for its shame is its pride : 
 
 Its necessary difference of error is the character it most esteemeth : 
 
 Give a man all things short of liberty, thou shalt have no thanks, 
 
 And little wilt thou speed with thine opponent, by proving points he will 
 
 concede. 
 The tost sand darkeneth the waves ; and clear had been the pages of truth, 
 Had not the glosses of men obscured the simplicity of faith. 
 In all things consider thine own ignorance, and gladly take occasion to be 
 
 taught ; 
 But suffer not excess of liberality to neutralize thy mental independence. 
 The faults and follies of most men make their deaths a gain ; 
 But thou also art a man, full of faults and follies ; 
 Therefore sorrow for the dead, or none shall weep for thee, 
 For the measure of charity thou dealest, shall be poured into thine own 
 
 bosom. 
 That which vexetli thee now, provoking thee to hate thy brother, 
 Bear with it ; the annoyance passeth, and may not return for ever : 
 The same combinations and results which aggravate thy soul to-day, 
 May not meet again for centuries in the kaleidoscope of circumstance ; 
 For men and matters change, new elements mixing in continually, 
 And, as with chemical magic, the sour is transmuted into sweetness, 
 A little explained, a little endured, a little passed over as a foible, 
 And, lo, the jagged atoms fit like smooth mosaic. 
 Tliou canst not shape another's mind to suit thine own body, 
 Tliink not, then, to be famishing his brain with thy special notions. 
 Charity walketh with a high step, and stumbleth not at a trifle : 
 Charity hath keen eyes, but the lashes half conceal them : 
 Charity is praised of all, and fear not thou that praise, 
 God will not love thee less because men love thee more.(")
 
 OF SORROW. 117 
 
 OF SORROW. 
 
 I SAID, I will seek out sorrow, and minister the balm of pity : 
 
 So I sought her in the house of mourning : but peace followed in her train. 
 
 Then I marked her brooding silently in the gloomy cavern of Regret ; 
 
 But a^unbeam of heavenly hope gleamed on her folded wing. 
 
 So I turned to the cabin of the poor, where famine dwelt with disease ; 
 
 But tlie bed of the sick was smoothed, and the ploughman whistled at his 
 
 labour. 
 So I stopped, and mused within myself, to remember where sorrow dwelt, 
 For I sought to see her alone, uncomforted, uncompanioned. 
 I went to the prison, but penitence was there, and promise of better times ; 
 I listened at the madman's cell, but it echoed with deluded laughter. 
 Then I turned me to the rich and noble ; I noted the sons of fashion : 
 A smile was on the languid cheek, that had no commerce with the heart ; 
 Unhallowed thoughts,^ like fires, gleamed from the window of the eye, 
 And sorrow lived with those whose pleasures add unto their sins. 
 
 His infancy wanted not guilt ; Iiis life was continued evil : 
 
 He drew in pride with his mother's milk, and a father's lips taught him 
 
 cursing. 
 I marked him as the wayward boy ; I traced the dissolute youth : 
 I saw him betray the innocent, and sarifice affection to his lust. 
 I saw him the companion of knaves, and a squanderer of ill-got gain ; 
 1 heard him curse his own mii^erj-, while he hugged the chains tliat galled 
 
 him : 
 For well had experience declared the bitterness of guilty pleasure, 
 But habit, with its iron net, involved him in its folds. 
 
 Behind him lowered the thunder-storm, which the caldron of his wicked- 
 ness had brewed ; 
 Before him was the smooth steep cliff whose base is ruin and despair. 
 So he madly rushed on, and tried to forget his being : 
 The noisy revel and the low debauch, and fierce e.xcitement of plav, 
 With dreary interchange of palling pleasures, filled the dull round of ex- 
 istence : 
 Memory was to him as a foe, so he flew for false solace to the wine-cup. 
 And stunned liis enemy at even, but she rent him as a giant in the morn- 
 ing.
 
 118 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 I turned aside to weep ; I lost him a little while : 
 I looked, and years had past : he was hoar with the winter of his age. 
 And what was now his hope ? wliere was tiie balm for his sadness ? 
 The memory of the past was guilt : the feeling of the present, remorse. 
 Then he set his affections on gold, he worshipped the shrine of Mammon, 
 And to lay richer gifts before his idol, he starved his own bowels ; 
 So, the youth spent in profligacy ended in the gripings of want: 
 The miser grudged himself husks, to take deeper vengeance of the prod- 
 igal. 
 And I said, this is sorrow ; but pity cannot reach it. 
 This is to be wretched indeed, to be guilty without repentance. 
 
 0F JOY. 
 
 Mt soul was sickened within me, so I sought the dwelling-place of Joy : 
 
 And I met it not in laughter ; I found it not in wealth or power ; 
 
 But I saw it in the pleasant home, where religion smiled upon content, 
 
 And the satisfied ambition of the heart rejoiced in the favour of its God. 
 
 Behold the happy man, his face is rayed with pleasure, 
 
 His thoughts are of calm delight, and none can know his blessedness ; 
 
 I have watched him from his infancy, and seen him in the grasp of death, 
 
 Yet never have I noted on his brow the cloud of desponding sorrow. 
 
 He hath knelt beside his cradle ; his mother's hymn lulled him to sleep : 
 
 In childhood he hath loved holiness, and drank from that fountain-head of 
 
 peace. 
 Wisdom took him for her scholar, guiding his steps in purity : 
 He lived unpolluted by the world ; and his young heart hated sin. 
 But he owned not the spurious religion engendered of faction and mo- 
 
 roseness. 
 Neither were the sproutings of his soul seared by the brand of super- 
 stition. 
 His love is pure and single, sincere, and know'eth not change : 
 For his manhood hath been blest with the pleasant choice of his youth: 
 Behold his one beloved, she leaneth on his arm,
 
 OF JOY. 119 
 
 And he looketh ou the years that are past, to review tlie dawn of her 
 affection. 
 
 Memory is sweet unto him as a perfect landscape to the sight ; 
 
 Each object is lovely in itself, but the whole is the harmony of nature. 
 
 Behold his little ones around him, they bask in the sunshine of his smile ; 
 
 And infant innocence and joy lighten their happy faces ; 
 
 He is holy, and they honour him ; he is loving, and they love liim ; 
 
 He is con.=istent, and they esteem him ; he is firm, and they fear him. 
 
 His friends are the excellent among men; and the bands of their friend- 
 ship are strong ; 
 
 His hoTise is the palace of peace : for the Prince of Peace is there. 
 
 As the wearied man to his couch, as the thoughtful man to his musings, 
 
 J^ven so, from the bustle of life, he goeth to his well-ordered home. 
 
 And though he often sin, he retumeth with weeping eyes : 
 
 For he feeleth the mercies of forgiveness, and gloweth witli warmer 
 gratitude. 
 
 Thus did he walk in happiness, and sorrow was a stranger to his soul ; 
 The light of affection sunned his heart, the tear of the grateful bedewed 
 
 his feet, 
 He put his hand with constancy to good, and angels knew him as a 
 
 brother. 
 And the bu.sy sateUites of evil trembled as ct God's ally : 
 He used his wealth as a \vise steward, making him friends for futurity ; 
 He bent his learning to religion, and religion was with him at the last : 
 For I saw him after many days, when the time of his release was come, 
 And I longed for a congregated world, to behold that dying saint. 
 As the aloe is green and well-liking, till tlie last best summer of its age. 
 And then hangeth out its golden bells to mingle glory with corruption ; 
 As a meteor travelletli in splendour, hut bursteth in dazzling light ; 
 Such was the end of the righteous : his death was the sun at his setting. 
 
 Look on this picture of joy, and remember tiiat portrait of sorrow : 
 
 Behold the beauty of holiness, behold tlie deformity of sin ! 
 
 How long, ye sons of men, will ye scorn the words of wisdom ? 
 
 How long will ye hunt for happiness in the caverns that breed despair? 
 
 Will ye comfort yourselves in miserj^ by denying tlie existence of delight, 
 
 And from experience in woe, will ve reason that none are happy ?
 
 120 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Joy is not in your path, for it loveth not that bleak broad road, 
 But its flowers are hung upon the hedges that line a narrower way ; 
 And there the faint travellers of earth may wander and gather for them- 
 selves, 
 To soothe their wounded hearts with balm from tlie amaranths of heaven. 
 
 OEQ AOBA.
 
 NOTES. : 
 
 (FIRST SERIES.) 
 
 (') "'Aivi thine enfranchised fellows hail thij white victorious sails." 
 Page 12. 
 See the story of Theseus, as detailed in Dryden's translation of Plutarch, 
 Life I. 
 
 (*) " Who hath companioned a vision froin the horn or ivory gate .'" 
 
 Page 14. 
 Virg. .$:n. VI. 894-897. 
 
 " Sunt geminae somni portae ; quarum altera fertur 
 Cornea ; qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris ; 
 Altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto ; 
 Sed falsa ad coelum mittunt insomnia Manes." 
 
 (') "The sea-ivorl floating on the toaves,''' tj-r. Page 16. 
 The common sea-weeds on the shores of Europe, the algte and fuci, after 
 having, for ages, been considered as synonymous with every thing vile and 
 v\-orihles.s, have, in modern times, been found to be abundant in iodine, the only 
 known pure for scrofula, and kelp, so useful in many manufactures. Horace 
 has signalized his ignorance of this iact in Od. III. 17, 10, '• alga inulili," &,c. ; 
 
 and, in II. Sat. 5, 8, ironically saying, that, " virtus, nisi cum re, vilior 
 
 alga, est." Virgil also has put into the mouth of Thyrsis, in I>cl. VII. 42, 
 " Projecta vilior alga." 
 
 (*) '■•Hath the crocus yielded up its bull),''' <^c. Page K!. 
 The autumnal crocus, or colchicum, which consists of little more than a 
 d'^ep bulbous root, and a delicate lilac flower, produces a substance which is 
 called veratrin, and has been used with signal success in the cure of gout and 
 similar diseases. A few lines lower down, with reference to the elm, I would 
 remark, that no iLse has yet been di.=>eovered in the principle called " ulraine." 
 " The boon of far Peru " is the potato. 
 
 6
 
 122 PROVERBIAL FHILOSOPMY. 
 
 (') "When acorns give out fragranl drink" c^-r. Page 17. 
 At a meeting of the Medico-Botanical Society, (in 1837,) the President 
 introduced to the notice of the members a new beverage which veiy much 
 resembled coffee, and was made from acorns peeled, cho|)ped, and roasted. 
 Bread made from sawdust is certainly not very palatable, but no one can doubt 
 that it is far more sweet and whou.some than " no bread ;" in a famine, this 
 discovery, which has passed almost sub silentio, would prove to be of the highest 
 importance. The darnel, it miiy be observed, in passing, is highly poisonous, 
 and a proper opposite to the lotus. 
 
 (") '-He, 7i-ho eeeminir eld in youth,'" cfc. VagQ 22. 
 Compare Isa. lii. 1-1, " His visnge was so marred more than any man, and 
 liis form more than the sons of men," with the idea implied in the observ;!tioii, 
 John viii. ^u, " Tb.in an not yet yZ/Vj/ yrars old, and hast thou seen Abraham ? 
 Our Lord was then thirty-tliree, or, according to some chronologists, even 
 younger. 
 
 C) "A i^cniencc hath fonned a charnrter, and a character subdued a iiW-g' 
 dom." Pcioe 25. 
 A better instance of this could scarcely be found than in the late Lord Ex- 
 mouth, who fir.«t directed his thonghis to the sea from a casual remark made by 
 n groom. See his Life. 
 
 (") '"Tiat sinall cavern j'^ q-c. Pago 26. 
 The pineal gland, a small cvyl about the size of a pea, situated nearly in 
 the centre of the brain, and generally found to contain, even in children, some 
 particles of gi-avel. Galen, and after hiin Des Cartes, imagined it the seat of 
 the soul- 
 
 ('; '■'■The Greek lialh nirv.amed, ORriEE." Page 31. 
 KocTjucj. The Latins also, who rarely can show a beautiful idea which they 
 have not borrowed from Greece, have made a similar application of t!ie term 
 " mundns " to tb.e fabric of the world. 
 
 ('") "7'o fnlsour dny the Ri-clialnl.e icanteth not a vmn" cfe. Pnjre -37. 
 I have hoard it related of Woi.fe, the missionary, that when in Arabia, he 
 fell in with a small wandering tribe, vvho refused to drink wine, not on .Mohnni- 
 medan principles, bat because it had in oiden time been '•' forbidden by Jonadnbj 
 the son of Rechab, their father." Compare Jeremiah xx.w. It), " Jonadab, the 
 son of Rechab, shall not want a man to stand before ma for ever." It will be 
 found in Mr. Wolfe's Journal.
 
 NOTES. 123 
 
 C')''OfResL" Page 37. 
 A verj' obvious objection to the views of Rest here given has probably oc- 
 curred to more than one rehgious reader of the English Bible ; " there 
 remaineth a rest for the people of God ;" doubtless intending the heavenly 
 inheritance. If tlie Greek. Testament is referred to (Meb. iv. 9), the word trans- 
 lated " rest " will be found to be a.ilS^uncjioi ; a sabbatism. or perpetual Sabbath 
 a rest indeed from evil, but very far from being a rest from good : an eternal 
 act of ecstatic intellectual worship, or temporary acts in inSnite series. It is 
 true that another word, Kari-avan, implying complete cessation, occurs hi the 
 context ; but this is used of the earthly image, Joshua's rest in Canaan ; the 
 material rest of earth becomas in the skies a spiritual Sabbath ; although I am 
 ready to admit that the apostle gnes on to argue from the word of the type. 
 In passing, let us obseiTC, by way of shov.-ing the uncertainty of tru.siing to any 
 isolated expression of the present scriptural version, that there are no less than 
 six several words of various meaning which in our New Testament are all 
 indifierently rendered rest: as in Matt. xii. 53, dvaTruvji; ; in John xi. 13, 
 Kc!yri7ti ; in Heb. iii. 1] , xaTajrav^is ; in Acts xi. 31, doii-.-ni. in 2 Thcss. i. 7, 
 uir.cii ; and m Heb. iv. 9, aalliJaritrjia;. The Kaifiriai; is, I apprehend, what is 
 generally meant by rest : so v.'ishes Byron's Giaour to " sleep without the dream 
 of what he was ;" so he who in life " loathed the languor of repcpe," avows 
 that he "would not, if he might, be blest, and sought no Paradise bat Rest." 
 Such, at least, is not the Christian's Sabbath, which indeed fully agrees, J»s might 
 be expected, with metaphysical inquiries : a good spirit cannot rest from activity 
 in good, nor an evil one from activity in evil. Rest, in its common slothful 
 acceptation, is not possible, or is, at any rate very improbable, in the case of 
 spiritual creatures. 
 
 ("^) "Calm nifrhi ihai hrecdelli thong];! sJ' Pago 37. 
 
 Ki^p6i/>]. Another delicate example of the Greek elegance in mind and 
 language. 
 
 (13) ^'Proig.,^^" t^,c. PagG 43. 
 Compare Virgil, Geor. IV. 406, 412. 
 
 " Turn varite eludent species atque ora ferarurn. 
 Fiet enim subito sus horridus, alraque tigris, 
 Squaniosusquf: draco, ct fulvi cervice leena ; 
 Aut acreni fiamnife sonitum dabit, atque ita vinclis 
 E.'ccidet ; aut in aquas tonucs dilapstis abibit. 
 Sed, quanto ille niagis formns se vertet in omr.cs, 
 Tanto, nate, magis contende tcnacia vincla."
 
 124 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 ('*) " We wait, like the sage of Salamis, to see tchat the end ivill be." 
 
 Page 45. 
 Ill allusion to the well-known anecdote of Solon at the court of CrcDSUS. 
 
 (") ''Crowded with a rainhuw of emerald, the green memorial of earth.'' 
 
 "Page 58. 
 See Rev. iv. 3, " Tliere was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight 
 like unto an emerald :" it may be a fanciful but it is a pleasing idea, that this 
 emerald rainbow was, as ix were, a reflection of the earth, which " God so 
 loved,', and whose universal robe is green. 
 
 ('«) "Like the Parthian:' Page 64. 
 Compare Horace, Od. I. 19, 12, " Versis animosura equis Parthum," and 
 Virg. Geo. III. 21, " Parthas fidensfug^, versisque sagittis,', with Psalm Ixxviii. 
 9, " The children of Ephraim carrying bows, who turned themselves back in 
 the day of battle." 
 
 ('^) '■'■The giant king of palms." Page 65. 
 The magnificent Talipat palm, the column of which frequently exceeds one 
 hundred feet in height, whose leaves are each thirty feet in breadth, and whose 
 single crop of fruits feasts a whole country. 
 
 (") "It i'.s- onlii the band of the redeemed icho can tell thee the fullness of 
 that name:'' Page 68. 
 Strictly speaking, only a fallen being is capable of religion, a bringing or 
 binding hack of the aflections to their proper object. An angel or other pure 
 intelligence, c^n have no sympathies with the fallen, as such, and therefore can 
 know nothing ot' re-ligion, as such ; his worship is allegiance or liegeance. 
 
 ('») "0/w Trinitij:' Page 68. 
 The candid reader who dissents from the doctrine of the Trinity, will have 
 the goodness to remember, that the question itself stands on far other and higher 
 grounds than those of mere analogy: this observation is made in case the 
 slight argument here urged should seem weak and unsatisfactory to a reflective 
 mind : it is nothing more than an addition pro lacro. It does not at all aflect 
 the argument that the three elements of all things should be now unknown, or 
 unsuspected. The idea throwni out may one day be found to be correct ; and 
 in fact it will be very difficult to prove the contrary, inasmuch as to an assertion 
 of its falsity, " ready ansNver cometh," — wait until we know more.
 
 NOTES. 195 
 
 ('") "J^he noonday light is a compound, the triune shadow of Jehovah." 
 Page 70. 
 The rainbow, which is light analyzed, Is but three colours, blue, yellow, and 
 red, with their intermediate shades. I think no one of these can be mixed or 
 made of others, and in their union they produce colourless light. 
 
 (^') "Upo7i whose lips (he mystic bee,^' cj^c. Page 78. 
 The classical reader will not need to be reminded of the omen that hap- 
 jiened to the infant Pindar. 
 
 ('•'^) "Z/"/ another Omar hum the full library of knowledge.'" Page 79. 
 The Alexandrian library, compiled by Ptolemy Euergetcs, contained 700,000 
 manuscripts, all of which were burnt by the fanatical calif Omar. 
 
 ('^) "T/ji? strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest another 
 
 hemisphere." Page 86. 
 An anecdote I have somewhere heard of Columbus, who, having sailed as 
 far as Florea, one of the Western Islands, was induced to proceed further from 
 hearing that savage robes and weapons had been cast up by the sea, after the 
 prevalence of westerly gales. It will probably be met with in Washington 
 Irving's Life of Columbus. 
 
 ('^^) "The lichen . . . dying, diggeih its own grave." Page 86. 
 One of the great uses of these pioneers of vegetation is to corrode and fret 
 the smooth surface of the rocks, by an acid which they generate during decom- 
 position. 
 
 (") ''Ridicule—the test of truth. Page 89. 
 One of the weakest points in the Shaftesbury philosophy, which woidd 
 weigh principles against puns. 
 
 ^28'j ii\i,j being hut men, as men, ye own to all the sympalhies of manhood." 
 Page 100. 
 The noble and masculine sentiment of Terence, which of old electrified the 
 whole theatre 
 
 " Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienem puto." 
 
 (^^) "Ganesa." Page 113. 
 The clephant-lieaded god of prudence who is invoked on every occasion by 
 the Hindoos. Kali, called also Durga, is a destroyijig power. Kamala signi- 
 fies " lotus-like," a type of beauty, and one of the names of Lakshmi. 
 Vishnu is the great Preeer\'er in the Brahmin triad : his incarnations are called 
 avatars.
 
 126 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 ('^) "GoJ will not love tliee less, bzcausz men love ihee more." Pftge 116. 
 It may be scarcely necessary to remark, that the gist of the argument in 
 Matt. V. 11, "Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you and persecute you, 
 and shall say all manner of evil against you," lies in the " falsely, for my sake." 
 This verse has all the characteristica of an epigram, — paradox, brevity, and 
 final satisfaction.
 
 PEO\'EEBIAL nilLOSOPHY. 
 
 SECOND SERIES.
 
 PROYEMIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 INTRODUCTORY. 
 
 Come again, end greet me as a friend, fellow-pilgrim upon life's highway: 
 'Leave awhile tlic hot and dusty road, to loiter in llic greenwood of Re- 
 flection. 
 Come, unto my cool dim grotto, th.at is watered by the rivulet of truth, 
 And over whos3 time-stained rock climb the fairy flowers of content ; 
 Here, upon thi.5 moss^y bank of leisure fling thy load of cares, 
 Taste my simple store, and rest one soothing hour. 
 
 Behold, I Vv'ould count thee for a brother, and commune with thy charitable 
 
 son! : 
 Though wrapt within the m.antle of a propliet, I stand mine ovai weak 
 
 scholar. 
 Heed no disciple for a teacher, if knowledge be not found upon his tongue; 
 For vanity and folly were, the lessons these lips untaught could give : 
 The precious staple of my merchandise cometh from a better country, 
 Tlie harvest of my reaping sprang of foreign seed : 
 And this poor pensioner of Mercy — sliould he boast of merit ? 
 The grafted stock, — .should that be proud of apples not its own ? 
 Into the bubbling brf)ok I dip my hermit shell ; 
 Man receiveth as a cup, but Wisdom is t!ie river. 
 
 Moreover, for this fillagTee of fancy, this Oriental garnish of similitude, 
 Alas, tlie world is old, — and all thmgs old witliin il : 
 I walk a trodden path, I love tlie good old ways : 
 Prophets, and priests, and kings have tuned the harp I faintly touch. 
 
 6*
 
 130 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Truth in a garment of the p;ist, is my choice and simple theme ; 
 No truth is new to-day ; and the numtle was another's. 
 
 Still, there is an insect swarm, the ])uzzing cloiul of iningery. 
 Mote-like steaming on my sight, and thronging my rehicUuit mind ; 
 The memories of studious culling, and multiplied mialogies of nature, 
 Fresh feelings unrepressedj welling from the heart spontiineous. 
 Facts, and comparisons, and meditative atoms, gathered on the heap of 
 
 conihinaticiu, 
 IVIingle in the fashion of uiy speech with gossamer dreams of Reverie. 
 I need not beat the nuderv>'ood for game ; my pheasants flock up<jn tJie 
 
 lav,n, 
 And gambfiling hare.'^ disport fearless in my dewy field ; 
 I roam no heath-empurpled hills, wearily watching for a covey. 
 But thoughts fly s^\^ft to my decoy, eager to be caught ; 
 I sit no quiet angler, lingering patiently for sport, 
 But spread my nets for a draught, and take the glittering shoal ; 
 I chase no solitary ^tag, tracking it with breathless toil, 
 But hunt v,-ith Aurung-z^'be, and spear surrounded tliousanfls ! (') 
 
 What then. — count ye this a bo;i.<t ? — Lsweet charity, think it other, 
 For the dog-fish and poisonous ray are captured in the niul let-haul : 
 The crane and the kite are of my thoughts, alike with the partridge and 
 
 the quail, 
 And Tuiclean meats as of the clean hang upon my Seric shambles. 
 — How, saith he ? shall a man deceive, dressing up liis jackal as a lion ? 
 Or colour in st^ud hues of fact tlie changing vest of falsehood ? — 
 Brother, unwittingly he may ; doubtless, unwillingly he doth : 
 For men are full of fault, and !:ow should he be righteous ? 
 Carefully my garden hath been weeded, yet shall it be foul wifh thistle ; 
 My grapery is diligently thinned, and yet many berries will be sour : 
 From my nets have I ibing tlie bad away, to my small skill and caution ; 
 Yet mny some slimy ;-nake have counted for an eel ; 
 The rudder of man's best hope cannot always steer himself from error ; 
 The arrovv" of man's straightest aim flieth short of truth. 
 Thus, the confession of sincerity visit not as if it were pretuunptior) ; 
 Nor own me for a leader, \\ here thy reason is not guide.
 
 OF CHEERFULNESS. 131 
 
 OF CHEERFULNESS. 
 
 Take courage, prisoner of time, for tliere he many comforts, 
 Cease tliy labour in the pit, and bask awhile with truants in the sun ; 
 Be cheerful, man of care, for great is the multitude of chances, 
 Burst thy fetters of anxiety, and walk among the citizens of ease.. 
 Wherefore dost thou doubt ? if present good is round thee, 
 It may be well to look for change, but to trust in a continuance is better; 
 Whilst, at the crisis of adversity, to hope for some amends were \visdom, 
 And cheerfully to bear thy cross in patient strength is duty. 
 I speak of common troubles, and the pettj- plagues of life, 
 The phaJitom-spies of Unbelief, that lurk about his outposts : 
 Sharp suspicion, didl distrust, and sullen stern moroseness. 
 Are captains in that locust swarm to lead the cloudy host. 
 Thou hast need of fortitude and faith, for the adversaries come on thickly, 
 And he that fled hath added wings to his ])ursuing foes ; 
 Fight them, and the cravens flee ; thy boldness is their panic ; 
 Fear them, and thy treacherous heart hath lent the ranks a legion : 
 Among their shouts of victory resoundeth the wail of Heraclitus, 
 While Democrite, confident and cheerful, hath plucked up the standard 
 of their camp. (') 
 
 Not few nor light are the burden? of life : then load it not with heaviness 
 
 of spirit ; 
 Sickness, and penun,', and tnivail, — there be real ills enow : 
 We are wandering benighted, \\'ith a \vaning moon ; plunge not rashly 
 
 into jungles. 
 Where cold and poisonous damps will quench the torcli of hope : 
 The tide is strong against us ; good oarsmen pull or perish, — 
 If your arms be slack for fear, ye shall not stem the torrent. 
 A wise traveller goeth on cheerily, through fair weather or foul ; 
 He knoweth that his journey nuist be sped, so he carrieth his sunshine 
 
 with liiin. 
 Calamities come not as a curse, — nor pro;-perity for other than a trial ; 
 Struggle, — thou art better for the strife, and the verj' energy shall hearten 
 
 thee. 
 Good is taught in h Spartan school, — hard lessons and a rough discipline,
 
 13a PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 But evil Cometh idly of itself, in the luxury of Capuan holidays ; 
 And wisdom will go bravely forth to meet the chastening scourge, 
 Enduring witli a thankful heart that punishment of Love. 
 
 There be three chief rivers of despondency ; .'iin, sorrow, fear ; 
 
 Sin is the deepest, sorrow hath its shallows, and fear is a noisy rapid : 
 
 But even to the darkest holes in guilt's profoundest river 
 
 Hope can pierce with quickening ray, and all those depths are lightened. 
 
 So long as there is mercy in a God, hope is the privilege of creatures, 
 
 And so soon as there is penitence in creatures, that hope is e.xalted into 
 
 duty. 
 Verily, consider this for courage ; that the fearful and the unbelieving 
 Are classed with idolaters and liars, because they trusted not in God: (') 
 For it is no other than selfish sin, a hard and proud ingratitude, 
 Where seeming repentance is herald of despair, instead of hopu's fore- 
 runner. 
 
 Moreover, in thy day of Grief, — for friends, or fame, or fortune, 
 
 Well I wot the heart shall ache, and mind be numbed in torpor : 
 
 Let nature weep ; leave her alone ; the freshet of lier sorrow must run ofT; 
 
 And sooner will the lake be clear, relieved of turbid floodings. 
 
 Yet see that her license hath a limit ; with the novelty her agony is over ; 
 
 Hasten in tliat earliest calm, to tie her in the leash with Reason. 
 
 For regrets are an enervating folly, and the season for energy is come. 
 
 Yea ratlier, that the future may repair v»'ith diligence the ruins of the past. 
 
 Again, for empty fears, the harassings of possible calamity ; 
 
 Pray, and thou shalt prosper; trust in God, and tread them dov>-n. 
 
 Yield to the phantasy, — thou sinnest ; resist it. He will aid thee. 
 
 Out of him there is no help, nor any sober couraoe. 
 
 Feeble is the comfort of the faithless, a man without a God ; 
 
 Who dare counsel such an one to fiing away his fears ? 
 
 Fear is the heritage of him, a portion wise and merciful, 
 
 To drive the trembler into safety, if haply he ni^.y turn and fivo : 
 
 Nevertheless, let him reckon if he will, that all he counteth casual 
 
 May as well he for him as against him : dice have many sides : 
 
 And, even as in ailments of the body, diseases folio-.v closely upon dreads. 
 
 So, with infirmities of mind, is fear the pallid harbiaser of failure. 
 
 It were wise to talk undaunted even in an accidental chaos,
 
 OF CHEERFULNESS. 13j 
 
 For the brave man is at peace and free to get the mastery of circumstance 
 Tlie stoutest armour of defence is that which is worn within the bosom, 
 And th3 weapon that no enemy can parry, is a bold and cheerful spirit : 
 Catapults in old war worked like Titans, crushing foes with rocks ; 
 So dotli a strong-springod haart throw back every load on its assailants. 
 
 I went heavily for cures, and fell hito the trance of sorrow : 
 
 And behold, a vision in my trance, and my ministering angel brought it : 
 
 There stood a mountain Imge and steep, the awful Rock of Ages ; 
 
 The sun upon its summit, and storms midway, and deep ravines at foot; 
 
 And, a> I looked, a dense black cloud, suddenly dropphig from the thunder, 
 
 Filled, like a cataract, v.'itli yeasty foam, a narrow smiling valley : 
 
 Close and hard that vaporous mass seemed to press the ground. 
 
 And lamentable sounds came up, as of some that were smothering beneatli- 
 
 Then, as I walked upon the mountain, clear in summer's noon. 
 
 For charity I called aloud, Ho I climb up hither to the sunshine. 
 
 And even like a stream of ligiit my voice had pierced the mist : 
 
 I saw below two families of men, and knev.^ their names of old : 
 
 Courage, struggling through the darkness, stout of heart and gladsom.e, 
 
 Run up the shining hidder wliich the voice of hope ];ad made ; 
 
 And tririping lightly by his side, a su-eet-eyed helpmate with him, 
 
 I looked upon her face to welcome pleasant Cheerfulness ; 
 
 And a babe was cradled in her bosom, a laughing little prattler. 
 
 The child of Cheerfulness and Courage, — could liis name be other than 
 
 Success ? 
 So, from his happy v.ii'e, when they both stood beside mo on tlie mountain, 
 Tiie fond father took that babe, and set him on his shoulder in the sunshine. 
 
 .\gc'ln I peered into the valley, for I heard a gasping moan, 
 
 A desolate weak crj', as mutiled in the vapours. 
 
 S'o dowTi that crystal shaft into the poisonous mine 
 
 I sped for charity to seek and 5.ave, — and those I sought fled from me. 
 
 .At length, I spied far distant, a trembling withered dwarf, 
 
 Who crouch .-d beneath the cloak of a tall and spectral mourner ; 
 
 Tiien I knew Cowardice and Gloom, and followed them on in darkness^ 
 
 (juided by their rustling robes and moans and mntlled cries, 
 
 Until in a sutibcating pit the wretched pair had perished, — 
 
 And lo, their whitening bones were sliaping out an epitaph of Failure.,
 
 134 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 So I saw that despondency was de;it!i, and flung my burdens from me, 
 And, lightened by that effort, I was raised above the world ; 
 Yea, in the strangeness of my vision, I seemed to soar on wings, 
 And tlie names they called my wings were Cheerfulness and Wisdom. 
 
 OF YESTERDAY. 
 
 Sfeak, poor almsman of to-day, whom none can assure of a to-morrow, 
 Tell out, with honest heart, the price thou settest upon yesterday. 
 Is it then a writing in the dust, traced by the finger of idleness, 
 Which Industry, clean housewife, can w"ipe away for ever ? 
 Is it as a furrow on the sand, fashioned by the toying waves, 
 Quickly to bo trampled then again by the feet of the returning tide ? 
 Is it as the pale blue smoke, rising from a peasant's hovel. 
 That melteth into limpid air, before it topped the larches ? 
 Is it but a vision, nnstable and unreal, which wise men scon forget ? 
 Is it as the stranger of the night, — gone, we heed not whitlier ? 
 Alas ! thou foolish heart, whose thouglits are but as these, 
 Alas ! deluded soul, tliat hopeth thus of Yesterday. 
 
 For, behold, — those temples of Ellora, the Brahmin's rock-built shrine, 
 
 Behold, — yon granite cliff", which the North Sea buflTeteth in vain, — 
 
 That stout old forest fir, — these waking verities of life, — 
 
 This guest abiding ever, not strange, nor a servant, but a son, — 
 
 Such, O man, are vanity and dreams, transient as a rainbow on the cloud, 
 
 Weighed against that solid fact, thine i!l-remembered Yesterday. 
 
 Come, let me show thee an ensample, where ?<fature shall instruct us ; 
 Luxuriantly the arguments for trutli spring native in her gardens. 
 Seek wc yonder woodman of the plain ; he is measuring his axe to the elm, 
 And anon the sturdy strokes ring upon the wintry air : 
 Eagerly the village schoolboys cluster on the tightened rope, 
 Shouting, and bending to the pull, or lifted from the ground clastic ; 
 The huge tree boweth like Sisera, boweth to its foes with faintness, — 
 Its sinevv's cracJi, — deep groans declare the reeling anguish of Goliath,
 
 OF YESTERDAY. • 135 
 
 The wedge is driven home, — and the saw is at its heart, — and lo, w itli 
 
 solemn slowness, 
 The shuddering monarch riseth from liis throne, toppled with a crash, — 
 
 and is fallen ! 
 
 Now, shall the mangled stiunp teach proud man a lepson : 
 Now, can we from that elm-tree's sap distill the wine of Truth. 
 Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from the core, 
 Eddying in various waves to the red bark's shore-like rim ? 
 These be the giithering of yesterdays, present all to-tlay, 
 This is the tree's judgment, self-history that cannot be gainsaid : 
 Seven years agone tliere was a drought, — and the seventh ring is nar- 
 rowed ; 
 The fifth from hence was half a deluge. — the fifth is cellular and broad. 
 Thus, ]Man, thou art a result, the growth of many yesterdays. 
 That stamp thy secret soul with marks of weal or woe : 
 Thou ait an almanac of self, the living record of thy deeds ; 
 Spirit hath its scars as well as body, sore and aching in their season : 
 Here is a knot, — it was a crime ; there is a canker, — selfishness ; 
 Lo, here, the heart-wood rotten ; lo, there, perchance, the sap-wood sound. 
 Nature teachelh not in vain ; thy works are in thee, of thee ; 
 Some present evil bent hath grown of older errors ; 
 And what if thou be walking now uprightly ? Salve not tliy wounds 
 
 with poison. 
 As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted out the sin of yesterday : 
 It is well, thou hast life and light ; and the Hewer showeth mercy, 
 Dressing tlie root, pruning the branch, and looking for thy tardy fruits ; 
 But, even here, as thou standest, cheerful belike and careless, 
 The stains of ancient evil are xipon thee, the record of thy wrong is in 
 
 thee : 
 For, a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many yesterdays of sin, 
 That, haply little heeded now. sIkiU blast tliy many morrows. 
 
 Shall then a man reck nothing, but hurl mad defiance at his Ju<lge, 
 
 Knowing that less than an omnipotent cannot make the has been, not been 7 
 
 He ought, — so Satan spake ; he must, — so Atheism urgeth ; 
 
 He may, it was the libertine's thought ; he doth, — the bad world said it. 
 
 But tliou of humbler heart, thou student wiser for simplicity, 
 
 While nature wameth thee betimes, heed the loving counsel of Religion.
 
 136 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 True, this change is good, and penitence most precious ; 
 
 But trust not thou thy change, nor rest upon repentance ; 
 
 For we all are corrupted at the core, smooth as surface seemeth ; 
 
 What health can hloom in a beautiful skin, when rottenness hath fed upon 
 
 the bones ? 
 And guilt is parcel of us all ; not thou, sweet nursling of affection. 
 Art spotless, though so passing fair, — nor thou, mild patriarch of virtue. 
 
 Behold then the better Tree of Life, free unto us all for grafting. 
 
 Cut thee from the hollow root of self, to be budded on a richer Vine. 
 
 Be desperate, O man, as of evil, so of good : tear that tunic from thee ; 
 
 T'he past can never be retrieved, be the present what it may. 
 
 Vain is the penance and the scourge, vain t'.ie fast and vigil ; 
 
 The fencer's cautious skill to-day, can this erase his scars ? 
 
 It is Man's to famish as a faquir, it is Man's to die a devotee. 
 
 Light is the torture and the toil, balanced with the wages of Eternity : 
 
 But, it is God's to yearn in love on the humblest, the poorest, and the 
 
 worst. 
 For he giveth freely, as a King, asking only thanks for mercy. 
 Look upon this noble-hearted Substitute ; seeing thy woes, he pitied thee, 
 Bowed beneath the mountain of thy sin, and perished, — but for Godhead ; 
 'inhere stood the Atlas in his power, and Prometheus in his love is there, 
 Emyjtying on wretched man the blessings earned from heaven : 
 Put them not away, hide them in thy heart, poor and penitent receiver, 
 Be gratitude thy counsellor to good, and wholesome fear unto obedience : 
 llemember, the pruning-knife is keen, cutting cankers even from the vine : 
 Remember, twelve were chosen, and one among them liveth — in perdition. 
 
 Yea, — for standing unatonod, the suul is a bison on the prairie. 
 
 Hunted by those trooping wolves, the many sinful yesterdays : 
 
 And it speedeth a terrified Deucalion, flinging back the pebble in liis flight, 
 
 Tiie pebble tliat nuist add one more to those pursuing ghosts. {*) 
 
 O man, there is a storm behind, should drive thy bark to haven ; 
 
 Thy foe, the foe is on thy track, patient, certain, and avenging ; 
 
 Day by day, solemnly and silently, fol!o^veth tlie fearful past, — 
 
 His step is lame but sure ; for he catcheth the present in eternity : 
 
 And how to escape that foe, the present-past in future ? 
 
 How to avert that fate, livmg consequence of causes unesistent? 
 
 Boldly we must overleap his birth, and date above his memories,
 
 OF TO-DAY. 137 
 
 Grafted on the living Tree that was before a yesterday ; 
 
 No refuge of a younger birth than one that saw creation, 
 
 Can hide the child of time from still condemning yesterday. 
 
 There is the Sanctuarj--city, mocking at the wrath of tliine Avenger, 
 
 Close at hand, with its wicket on the latch ; haste for thy life, poor 
 
 liunted one ! 
 The gladiator, Guilt, fighteth as of old, armed with net and dagger ; 
 Snaring in the mesh of yesterdays, stabbing with the poniard of to-day : 
 Fly, thy sword is broken at the hilt ; fly, thy shield is shivered ; 
 Leap the barriers and baflle him ; the arena of the past is his. 
 The bounds of Guilt are the cycles of Time ; thou must be safe within 
 
 Eternity ; 
 The arms of God alone shall rescue thee from Yesterday. 
 
 OF TO-DAY. 
 
 Now. is the constant syllable ticking from the clock of time, 
 
 Now, is the watchword of the wise. Now, is on the banner of the prudent. 
 
 Cherish thy to-day and prize it well, or ever it be gulfed into the past, 
 
 Husband it, for who can promise if it shall have a morrow ? 
 
 Behold thou art, — it is enough ; that present care be thine ; 
 
 Leave thou the past to thy Redeemer, intrust the future to thy Friend ; 
 
 But for to-day, child of man, tend thou charily the minutes. 
 
 The harvest of thy yesterday, the seed-corn of thy morrow. 
 
 Last night died its day ; and the deeds thereof were judged : 
 
 Thou didst lay thee down as in a shroud, in darkness and death-like 
 
 slumber ; 
 But at the trumpet of tliis morn, waking the world to resurrection, 
 Thou didst arise, like others, to live a new day's life ; 
 Fear, lest folly give thee cause to mourn its passing presence, 
 Fear, that to-morrow's sigh be not, would God it had not dawned ! 
 
 For, To-day the lists are set, and thou must bear thee bravely, 
 Tilting for honour, duty, life, or death without reproach : 
 To-day, is the trial of thy fortitujde, O dauntless Mandan chief;
 
 138 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 To-day, is thy watch, O sentinel ; to-day thy reprieve, O captive ; 
 
 What more ? to-day is tlic g^olden chance wherewith to snutch fruition, — • 
 
 Be glad, grateful, temperate : there are asps among the figs. 
 
 For the potter's clay is in thy hands, — to mould it or to mar it at thy will, 
 
 Or idly to leave it in the sun, an uncouth lump, to harden. 
 
 bright presence of To-day, let me wrestle with thee, gracious angel, 
 
 1 will not let thee go, except thou bless me ; bless me, then, To-day : 
 
 sweet garden of Tc-day, let me gather of thee, precious Eden, 
 
 1 have stolen bitter knowledge, give mc fruits of life To-day: 
 
 true temple of To-day, let m? worship in thee, glorious Zion ; 
 
 1 find none other place nor time, than where I am To-day : 
 
 living rescue of To-day, let me run unto thee, ark of refuge ; 
 
 1 see none other hope nor chance, but standeth in To-day : 
 
 rich banquet of To-day, let me feast upon thee, saving manna; 
 
 1 have none other food nor stove, but daily bi-ead To-day ! 
 
 Behold, thou art pilot of the sliip, and ov/ner of that freighted galleon. 
 Competent, v/ith all thy v/eakness, to steer into safety or be lost : 
 Compass and chart are in thy hand : roadstead and rocks thou knowest ; 
 Thou art warned of reefs and shallows ; thou helioldest the harbour and 
 
 its lights. 
 \Vliat '! shall thy wantonness or sloth drive the gtillant vessel on the 
 
 breakers ? 
 What ? shall the helmsman's l:;ind wear upon the black lee shore ? 
 Vain is that excuse ; thou canst escape : thy mind is responsible for 
 
 wrong : 
 Vain that murmur ; thou may'st live : 'hy soul is debtor for the right. 
 To-day, in the voyage of thy life down tiie dark tide of time. 
 Stand boldly to thy tiller, guide thee by the pole-star, and be safe : 
 To-day, passing near the sunken-rocks, the quicksands and whirlpools of 
 
 probation, 
 Leave av/hile the rudder to swing round, give the wind its heading, and be 
 
 wrecked. 
 
 The crisis of man's destiny is Now, a still recurring danger : 
 Who can tell the trials and temptations coming with tlie coming hour ? 
 Thou standest a target-like Sebastian, and the arrows whistle near thee : 
 Who Icnowcth when he may be hit ? for great is the company of archerg.
 
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 Each breath is burdened with a bidding, and o\'cry minute hath its mis- 
 sion ; 
 For spirits, good and bad, cluster on tiie thickly peopled air : 
 Sin may blast thee, grace may bless thee, good or ill tliis hour : 
 Chance, and change, and doubt, and fear, are parasites of all. 
 A man's hfe is a tower, with a staircase of many steps, 
 That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him : 
 No going back, the p-;ist is an abyss ; no stopping, for the present perish- 
 
 eth ; 
 But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-{lay. 
 Our cares are all To-day ; our joys are all To-div ; 
 And in one little word, our life, what is it, but — To-day ? 
 
 OF TO-MORROW. 
 
 Tkef.e is a floating island, forward, on the stream of time. 
 
 Buoyant with fermenting air, and borne along the rapids ; 
 
 And on that island is a siren, singing s^weetly as she goeth. 
 
 Her eyes are bright with invitation, and allurement lurketh in her checks ; 
 
 Slany lovers vainly pursuing, follow her beckoning finger, 
 
 Many lovers seek her gtiU, even to the cataract of deatli. 
 
 To-morrow is that island, a vain and foolish heritage, 
 
 And, lar.ghing with eediictive lips. Delusion liideth there. 
 
 Often, the precious present is wasted in visions of the future, 
 
 And coy To-morrow cometh not with prophecies fulfilled. 
 
 There is a ftiiry skiff, plying on the sea of life, 
 
 And cliaritably toiling still to save the shipwrecked crev.'s ; 
 
 Within, kindly patient, sitteth a gentle mariner, 
 
 Piloting, through surf and strait, the fragile barks of men : 
 
 How cheering is her voice, how skilfully she guidcth, 
 
 How nobly leading onward yet, defying even death ! 
 
 To-morrow is that skiff, a wise and welcome rescue, 
 
 And, full of gladdening words and looks, that mariner is Hope. 
 
 Often, the painful present is comforted by flatterii\g the future, 
 
 And kind To-moiTov/ beareth half the burdens of To-day,
 
 140 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 To-morrow, whifpereth weakness; and To-morrow findeth him the weaker: 
 To-morrow, promiseth conscience ; and behold, no to-day for a fulfilment. 
 
 name of happy omen unto youth, O bitter word of terror to the dotard, 
 Goal of folly's lazy wish, and sorrow's ever-coming friend, 
 
 Fraud's loophole, — caution's hint, — and trap to catch the honest, — 
 
 Thou wealth to many poor, disgrace to many noble. 
 
 Thou hope and fear, thou weal and woe, tliou remedy, thou ruin, 
 
 How tliickly swamis of thought are clustering round To-morrow. 
 
 The hive of memory increaseth, to every day its cell ; 
 
 There is the labour stored, the honey or corruption : 
 
 Each morn the bees fly forth, to fill the growing comb. 
 
 And levy golden tribute of the uncomplaining flowers : 
 
 To-morrow is their care ; they toil for rest To-morrow ; 
 
 But man deferretli duty's task, and loveth ease to-day. 
 
 To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth ; 
 To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance ; 
 To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous tr\ist of mariners ; 
 To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. 
 Reconcile conviction with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie ; 
 Frighten resolutions into action, To-morrow is a wholesome truth : 
 
 1 must, for I fear To-morrow ; this is the Cassava's food ; 
 
 Why should I ? let me trust To-morrow, — this is the Cassava's poison. 
 
 Lo, it is the even of To-day, — a day so lately a To-morrow ; 
 WHiere are those high resolves, those hopes of yesternight ? 
 
 faint heart, still shall thy whisper be. To-morrow, 
 
 And must the growing avalanche of sin roll down that easy slope ? 
 
 Alas, it is ponderous, and moving on in might, that a Sisyphus may not 
 
 stop it ; 
 But haste thee with the lever of a prayer, and stem its strengtli To-day : 
 For its race may speedily be run, and this poor nut, thyself, 
 Be whelmed in death and suffocating guilt, that dreary Alpine snow-wrealh. 
 
 Pensioner of life, be wise, and heed a brother's counsel, 
 
 1 also am a beadsman, with scrip and staff" as thou : 
 Wouldest thou be bold against the past, and all its evil memories, 
 Wouldest thou be safe amid the present,- its dangers and temptations, 
 Wouldest thou be hopeful of the future, vague though it be and endless ?
 
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 Haste thee, repent, believe, obey ! thou standest in the courage of a legion ; 
 
 Commend the Past to God, witli all its irrevocable harm, 
 
 Humbly, but in cheerful trust, and banish vain regrets ; 
 
 Come to him, continually come, casting all the Present at his feet, 
 
 Boldly, but in prayerful love, and fling off selfish cares ; 
 
 Commit the Future to his will, the viewless fated Future ; 
 
 Zealously go forward with integrity, and God will bless thy faith. 
 
 For that, feeljle as thou art, there is with thee a mighty Conqueror, 
 
 Thy friend, tlie same for ever, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow; 
 
 That friend, changeless as eternity, himself shall make thee friends 
 
 Of those thy foes transformed, yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow. 
 
 OF AUTHORSHIP. 
 
 Great is tlie dignity of Authorship : I magiiify mine office ; 
 
 Albeit in much feebleness I hold it thus unworthily. 
 
 For it is to be one of a noble band, the welfare of the world, 
 
 Whose haunt is on the lips of men, whose dwelling in their hearts, 
 
 Who are precious in the retrospect of Memory-, and walk lomong the visions 
 
 of Hope, 
 Who commune with the good for everlasting, and call the wisest, brotiior, 
 Whose voice hath burst the Silence, and whose light is flung upon the 
 
 Darkness, 
 — Flashing jewels on a robe of black, and harmony bounding out of chaos, — 
 Who gladden empires with their wisdom, and bless to the farthest gene- 
 ration. 
 Doers of ilhmitable good, gainers of inestimable glory ! 
 We speak but of the Magnates, we heed none humbler than the highest, 
 We take no count of sorn,' scribes, nor waste one tliought upon tlie 
 
 groundlings ; 
 Our eyes are lifted from tlic multitude, groping in the dark with candled, 
 To gaze upon that firmament of praise, the constellated lamps of learning. 
 Everduring witnesses of Mind, undisputed evidence of Power, 
 Goodly volumes, living stones, build up their author's temple ; 
 Though of low estate, his rank is above princes, — though needy, he liath 
 worship of the rich,
 
 142 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 When Genius unfurleth on the winds his banner as a mighty leader. 
 
 Just in purpose, and self-possessed in soul, lord of many talents, 
 
 The mental Croesus goeth forth, rejoicing in his wealth ; 
 
 Keen and clear perception o'loweth on his forehead like ^ sunbeam, 
 
 He readeth men at a glanct;, and rnists roll away before him ; 
 
 The wise have set him n;; tiieir captain, the foolish are rebuked at his 
 
 presence. 
 The excellent bless him witli their prayers, and the wicked praise him by 
 
 their curses ; 
 His voice, mighty in operation, stirreth up the world as a trumpet, 
 And kings account it honour to be numbered of his friends. 
 
 Rrire is the worthiness of Authorship : I justify mine ofTicc ; 
 
 Albeit fancies weak as mine credit not the calling. 
 
 For it addeth immortality to dying facts, that are ready to vanish away, 
 
 Embalming as in amber the poor insects of an hour; 
 
 Shedding upon stocks and stones the tender light of interest, 
 
 And illumining dark places of the earth, with radiance of classic lustre. 
 
 It hath power to make past things present, and availotli for the present in 
 
 the future. 
 Delivering thoughts, and words, and deeds, from the outer darkness of 
 
 oblivion : 
 Where are ti;e sages and the heroes, giants of old time ? — 
 Where are the mighty kings that reigned before Agamemnon ? — 
 Alas, they lie unwept, unhonoured, hidden in the midnight : 
 Alas, for they died unchroniclcd : their memorial perished v/ith them. 
 Where are the nobles of Nineveh, and mitred rulers of Babylon ? 
 Whore are the lords of Edom, and the royal pontiffs of Thebais ? 
 The golden Satrap, and the Tetrarch, — the Hun, and the Druid, and the 
 
 Colt ? 
 The merchajit princes of Phoenicia, and the minds that fashioned Ele- 
 
 plumta ? 
 Alas, for the poet hath forgotten them ; and lo ! they are outcasts of 
 
 Memory ; 
 .Alas, that they are v/ithored leaves, sapless and iiillen from tlie chaplet of 
 
 fame. 
 Speak, Etruria, whose bones be these, entombed with costly care, — 
 Tell out, Herculaneum, the titles that have sounded in those tliy palaces,— 
 Lycian Zanthus, thy citadels are mute, and the honour of their architecta 
 
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 Copan and Palenque, dreamy ruins in tlio Wes*^, t!ie forest hath swallowed 
 
 up your sculptures ; (®) 
 Syracuse, — how silent of the past ! — Carthage, thou art blotted from re- 
 membrance ! 
 Egypt, wondrous sliores, ye are buried in the sandhills of forgetfulnoss ! 
 Ala?;, — for in your glorious youth, Time himself was young, 
 And none durst wrestle with that Angel, iron-sincv.'ed bridegroom of Space; 
 80 he fi=w by, strong upon the wing, nor dropped one falling feather, 
 Wherewith some lioaiy scribe might register their honour and renown. 
 Beyond tlie broad Atlantic, in the regions of the sotting sun, 
 Aslc of the plume-crowned Incas, that ruled in old Peru, — 
 Ask of grand Caziques, and priests of the pyramids of Mexico, — 
 Ask of a thousand painted tribes, high nobility of Nature, 
 Who, once, could roam their own Elyjian plains, free, generous, and 
 
 happy, 
 Wiio, no\\-, degraded and in exile, having sold their fatherland for nought, 
 Sink and are extinguished in the western seas, even as the sun they 
 
 follow, — 
 Where is the record of their deeds, their prowess worthy of Achilles, 
 Nestor's wisdom, the chivalry of Manlins, the native eloquence of Cicero, 
 The skill of Xcnophon, the j-pirit of A'cibiades, the firmness of a Macca- 
 
 ba2an mother. 
 Brotherly love tJiat Antigone might envy, the honour and the fortitude of 
 
 Regulns ? 
 Alas ! their glor}' and their praise have vanislied like a summer-cloud ; 
 Alas ! that they are dead indepd ; tlioy are not written down in the Book 
 
 of the living. 
 
 High is tliC privilege of Authoriliip : I purify mine oiTice ; 
 
 Albeit earthly stains pollute it in my hands. 
 
 For it is to the world a teacher and a guide. Mentor of that gay Telema- 
 
 cb.us ; 
 Warning, conn^orting, and helping, — a lover and a friend of ilan. 
 n-^avon"s almoner, Earth's health, patient minister of goodness, 
 With ki:id and zealous pen, the wi^e religious blesscth : 
 Nature's worsliippcr, and noopliyte of grace, rich in tender Pj'mpathie.s, 
 With kindled soul and Hashing eye the poet pouroth out his heartful : 
 Priest of truth, champion of innocence, warder of the gates of praise, 
 Cai'efully with sifting search laboureth the pale historian :
 
 144 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 ErroFis enemy, and acolyte of science, firm In sober argument. 
 
 The calm philosopher marshalleth his facts, noting on his page tlieir 
 
 principles. 
 These pour mercies upon men ; and others, little less in honour, 
 By cheerful wit and graphic tale refreshening the harassed spirit. 
 But, there be other some beside, buyers and sellers in the temple. 
 Who shame their high vocation, greedy of inglorious gain ; 
 There be, who, fabricating books, heed of them meanly as of merchandise ; 
 And seek nor use, nor truth, nor fame, but sell their minds for lucre : 
 O false brethren ! ye wot indeed the labour, but are witless of the love ; 
 O lying prophets, chilled in soul, unquickened by the life of inspiration ! — 
 And there be. who, frivolous and vain, seek to make others foolish. 
 Snaring Youth by loose sweet song, and Age by selfisli maxim ; 
 Cleverly heartless, and wittily profane, they swell the river of corruption : 
 Brilliant satellites of .sin, — my soul, be not found among tlieir company. 
 And there be, who, haters of religion, toil to prove it priestcraft. 
 Owning none other aim nor hope, but to confound the good : 
 Woe unto them ! for their works shall live ; yea, to their utter con- 
 demnation : 
 Woe ! for their ov.'n handwriting shall te.^^tify against them for ever. 
 
 Pure is the happiness of Autiiorship : I glorify mine office ; 
 
 Albeit lightly having sipped the cup of its lower pleasures. 
 
 For it is to feel with a father's heart, when he yearneth on the child of his 
 affections ; 
 
 To rejoice in a man's own miniature world, gladdened by its rare arrange- 
 ment. 
 
 The poem, is it not a fabric of mind ? we love what we create : 
 
 That choice and musical order, — how pleasant is the toil of composition ! 
 
 Yea, when the volume of the universe was blazoned out in beauty by its 
 Author, 
 
 God was glad, and blessed liis work ; for it was very good. 
 
 And shall not the image of his Maker be l«ippy in his own mind's doing, 
 
 Looking on the structure he hath reared, gratefully, with swe^t com- 
 placence ? 
 
 Shall not the Miverva of his brain, panoplied and perfect in proportions, 
 
 Gladden the soul and gi\'e light unto the eyes of him the travailing parent ? 
 
 Go to the sculptor, and ask him of his dreams, — where lore are his nights so 
 moonlit ?
 
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 Angel faces, and beautiful shape.*, fascinate the pale Pygmalion : 
 Go to the painter, and trace his re?verie.'5, — '.vherefore are his daj^s so sunny ? 
 Choice design and skilful colouring charm the flitting hours of Parrhasius : 
 Even so, walking in his buoyancy, intoxicate witli fairy fancies. 
 The young enthusiast of authorship goeth on his way rejoicing : 
 Behold, — he is gallantly attended ; legions of thrilling thoughts 
 Throng about the standard of his mind, and call his Will th.eir captain ; 
 Behold, — his court is as a monarch's ; ideas, and gTand imaginations 
 Swell, with gorgeous cavalcade, the splendour of his Spiritual State ; 
 Behold, — he is delicately ser\-ed ; for oftentimes, in solitary calmness, 
 Some mental fair Egeria smileth on her Numa's worsliip ; 
 Be];old, — he is happy ; there is gladness in his eye, and his heart is a 
 
 sealed fountain, 
 Bounding secretly with joys un.'^een, and keeping down its ecstasy of 
 
 pleasure ! 
 
 Yea ; how dignified, and worthy, full of privilege and happiness, 
 
 Standeth in majestic independence the self-ennobled Author ! 
 
 For God hath blessed liim v.itli a mind, and clierished it in tenderness and 
 
 purity, 
 Hath tauglit it in the whisperings of wisdom, and added all the riches of 
 
 content : 
 Therefore, leaning on his God, a pensioner for soul and body, 
 His spirit is the subject of none otlier, calling no man Master. 
 His hopes are mighty and eternal, scorning small ariTbitions : 
 He hideth from the pettiness of praise, and pitieth the feebleness of envy. 
 If he meet honours, well : it may be his humility to take them : 
 If he be rebuked, better ; his veriest enemy shall teach him. 
 For the master-mind hath a birthright of eminence ; his cradle is an eagle's 
 
 eyrie : 
 Need but to wait till his wings are grown, and genius soareth to the sun : 
 To creeping things upon the mountain leavcth lie the gi-adual ascent, 
 Resting his swiftness on the summit only for a higher flight. 
 Glad in clear good-conscience, lightly dotli he look for commendation ; 
 \\Tiat, if the propiict larketh honour ? for he can spare that praise : 
 The honest giant careth not to be patted on the back by pigmies : 
 Flatter greatness, he brooketh it good-humouredly : blame him, — thou 
 
 tiltest at a pjTamid : 
 Yet, just censure of tlie good never can he hear without contrition ; 
 
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 14G PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Neitlier would he miss one wise man's praise, for scarce is that jewel and 
 costly. 
 
 On'y for the herd of common mind', and the vulgar trumpetings of fame, 
 
 If aught he hocdeth in the matter, his honour is sought in their neglect. 
 
 Slender is the marvel, and little is the glory, when round his luscious 
 fruits 
 
 The worm and the wasp and the multitude of flics are gathered as to ban- 
 quet ; 
 
 Fashion's freak, and the critico.l sting, and the flood of flatteries, ho scorncth; 
 
 Choerrully asking of ilvi crowd the favour to forget him : 
 
 The while his blooming fruits ripen in richer fragrance, 
 
 A feast for the few, — and the many yet unborn, — who still shall love their 
 
 So tlicn, humbly with his God, and proudly independent of his fellows, 
 Walketh, in pleasures multitudinous, the man ennobled by his pen : 
 Ho hath built up, glorious architect, a monument more durable than brass ; 
 His children's children shall talk of him in love, and teach their sons his 
 
 honour : 
 His dignity hath set him among prinr^es, the universe is debtor to his worth, 
 His privilege is bles-iug for ever, his happiness shineth now. 
 For he standetli of that grand Election, each man one among a thousand. 
 Whose sound is gone out into all lands, and their vv'ords to tlic euJ of the 
 
 v,-orld ! 
 
 OF MYSTERY. 
 
 Alt, things being are in mystery ; we expound mysteries by mysteries ; 
 
 And yet the secret of thorn all is one in simnle grandeur : 
 
 All intricate, yet each path plain, to tiiose who knov/ the way ; 
 
 All unapproaohablo, yet easy of access, to ihem that hold the key : 
 
 We walk among labyrinths of wonder, but thre;id the mazes with a clue ; 
 
 Wo sail in chariless seas, but behold ! the polp-star is above us. 
 
 F'«ir, counting down from God's good-will, thou meltest every riddle into 
 
 him, 
 The axiom of reason is an undiscovered God, and all things live in his 
 
 ubiquity ;
 
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 There is only one grent secret ; but that one hid??th every where ; 
 
 How should the infinite bo understood in Tirao, vrhcn it stretchclh r.n un- 
 
 gTa?pod for ever ; 
 Can a halting CEdipus of earth gue.ss that enigma of tiie universe ? 
 Not one : the sword of faith must cut the Gordian knot of nature. 
 
 God, pervading all, is in all things the mystery of each ; 
 
 The wherefore of its character and essence, the fountain of its virtues and 
 
 its bsauties. 
 The child asketh of its mother, — Wherefore is the violet so sweet ? 
 The mother answereth licr babe, — Darling, God hath willed it. 
 And sages, diving into science, have but a profandi'y cf words, 
 They track, for some few links, the ciicling chain of consequence, 
 And then, after doubts and disp'.-.tatinn?, are loft whore they began. 
 At the bald conclusion of a clown, things are because they are. 
 Wherefore are the meadows green, is it not to gi-atify the eye ? 
 But why should greenness charm the eye ? such is God's good v.'ill. 
 Wherefore is the ear attuned to a pleasure in musical scund=, 
 And wlio set a number to those sounds, and fixed the laws of harmony ? 
 WJio taught the bird to build its nest, or lent the shrub its life, 
 Or foiled in the lah^nces of order tl:c power to attrrct r.rd to repel ? 
 \Vlio continucth the worlds, and the sea, and the h'»art in motion ? 
 Who commanded gravitation to tie down all upon it's sphere ? — 
 For evfn as a lim?ftone c'ifi'is r.n aggrcgr.te of countless shells, 
 One riddle concrete of mam*, a mystery compact of mysteries. 
 So God, cloudcapped in immensity, standeth the cohesion of all things, 
 And secrets, sublimely indistinct, permeate that Universe, Himself: 
 As is the whole, so are the parts, whether they be mighty or minute : 
 The sun is not more unexplained than the tissue of an emmet's wing. 
 
 Thus, then, omnipresent Deity wcrketh his tmbiasscd mind, 
 
 A mind, on? in moral, but infinitely multiplied in means : 
 
 And the uniform prudence of his will cometli to be cor.nted law, 
 
 Till mutiible man fancieth volition, stirring in the potter's clay : 
 
 God, a wise father, showeth not his reasons to his babes ; 
 
 I)Ut willeth in secrecy and goodness ; for causes generate dispute : 
 
 Then we, his darkling children, wa^ch that invariable purpose. 
 
 And invest the passive creature with its Maker's energy and skill. 
 
 Therefore, they of old time stopped short of God in idols ;
 
 148 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Therefore, in these latter days, we heed not the Jehovah in his works. 
 
 Mystery is God's great name ; Ho is the mystery of goodness : 
 
 Some other, from the hicrarchs of heaven, usurped the mystery of sin. 
 
 God is the King, yea, even of himself; he crowned himself with holiness; 
 
 The burning circlet of iniquity anotlier found and wore. 
 
 God is separate, even from his attributes ; but he Vv'illcd eternally tlis 
 
 good; 
 Therefore freely, though unchangeably, is wise, rightaoLis, and loving : 
 But ambition, open unto angels, saw the evil, flung aside from everlasting: 
 It was Lucifer that saw, and nothing loathed tliose black unclaimed 
 
 regalia, 
 So he coveted and stole, to be counted for a king, antagonist of God : 
 Eui when he touched the leprous robes, behold, a cheated traitor. 
 
 For self-existence, charactered with love, with power, wisdom, and ubi- 
 quity, 
 Could not dwell alono, but willed and worked creation. 
 Thus in continual exhalation, darkening the void with matter, 
 Sprang from pvolilic Deity the creatures of his skill ; 
 And beings, living on his breath, were needfully less perfect than himself, 
 Therefore less capable of bliss, whereat his benevolence was bounded ; 
 So to make the capability expand, intensely progressive to eternity. 
 He suffered darkness to illustrate the light, and pain to heighten pleasure ; 
 To heap up happiness on souls he loved, allowed he sin and sorrow, 
 And then to guilt and grief and shame, he brought unbidden amnesty : 
 Sinless, none had been redeemed, nor wrapt again in God : 
 Sorrowless, no confiict had l)een known, and heaven had been mulcted ot 
 
 its comfort : 
 Yea, with evil unexhibited, probationary toils unfelt. 
 Men had not appreciated good, nor angels valued their security. 
 Herein, to reason's eye, is revealed the mystery of goodness, 
 Blessing through permitted woe, and teaching by the mystery of sin. 
 
 O Chhristian, whose chastened curiosity loveth things- mysterious, 
 Accounting them shadows and eclipses of Him the one great light, 
 Look now, satisfied with faith, on minds that judge by sense. 
 And dull from contemplating matter, take small heed of spirit. 
 Toiling feebly upward, their argument tracketh from below, 
 They catch the latest consequent, and prove the nearest cause :
 
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 What is this ? that a seed produced a seed, and so for a thousand seasons. 
 
 Ascend a thousand st^ps, thy ladder leaveth thee in air : 
 
 Thou canst net clirni) to God, and short of Him is nothing ; 
 
 There is no cause for aught we see, but in his present will. 
 
 Begin from the Maker, thou carriest down his attributes to reptiles, 
 
 The sharded beetle and the lizard live and move in Him : 
 
 Begin from the creature, corruption and infirmity mar thy foolish toil : 
 
 Heap Ossa on Olympus, — how much art thou nearer to tlie stars ? 
 
 It is easy running from a mountain's top down to tiio valleys at its foot, 
 
 But difficult and steep the laborious ascent, and feebly shalt thou roach it; 
 
 Yet man, beginning from himself, that first deluding mystery, 
 
 Hopeth from the pit of lies to struggle up to truth ; 
 
 So, taxing knowledge to its strength, he pusheth one step furtlicr, 
 
 And fancieth complacently that much is done by reaching a remote effect: 
 
 Then he makeih answer to himself, as a silly nurse to her little one, 
 
 Evading, in a mist of words, hard things he cannot solve ; 
 
 Till, like an ostrich in the desert, he burieth his head in atoms, 
 
 Hoping that, if he is blind, no sun can shine in heaven. 
 
 Therefore cometh it to pass, that an atheist is ever the most credulous. 
 
 Snatching at any foolish cause, that may dispel his doubts ; 
 
 And, even as it were for ridicule, a spectacle to men and angels, 
 
 The captious and cautious unbeliever is of all men weakest to believe : 
 
 Cut from the anchorage of God, his bark is a plaything of the billows ; 
 
 The compass of his principle is broken, the rudder of his faith imshipped : 
 
 Chance and Fate, in a stultified antagonism, govern all for Iiim ; 
 
 Truth sprang from the conflict of falsities, and the multitude of accidents 
 
 hath bred design ! 
 Where is the imposture so gross that shall not entrap hi- curiosity ? 
 What superstition is so abject that it doth not blanch his clieek ? 
 Whereof can he be sure, with wh.om Chaos is substitute for Order ? 
 How should his silly structure sUind, a pyramid built upon its apex ? 
 Yea, I have seen gray-headed men, tlie bastard slips of science, 
 Go for light to glowworrus, v^hile they scorn the sun at noon ; 
 Men, who fear no God, trembling at a gipsy's curse. 
 Men, who jest at a revelation, clinging to a madman's prophecy ! 
 
 There is a pleasing dread in the fashion of all mysteries, 
 
 For hope is mixed tJierein and fear ; who shall divine their issue ?
 
 150 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Even the or])haii, vvandcrin;,^ by night, lost on dreary moors, 
 
 Is sensible of some vague bliss amidst liis shapeless terrors ; 
 
 The buoyancy of instant expectation, spurring on the mind to venture, 
 
 Oi'erb?areth, in its energy, the crimp and the chill of apprehension. 
 
 There is a solitary pride, when the heart, in new iinj;ortanco, 
 
 Writcth gladiy on its archive?, the secrets none other men have seen : 
 
 And there is a caged terror, evermore wrrcstling with the mind, 
 
 Wi)cn crime hatii whispered his confession, and the secrets are written 
 
 there in blocd : 
 The village maiden is elated at a tenderly confided tale ; 
 The bandit's wife wiih sickening fear guessed the premeditated murder; 
 The sage, with triumph on his brow, hideth his deep discovery ; 
 The idlest clown shall delve all day to find a liidden treasure. 
 
 For mystery is man's life ; we wake to the whisperings of novelty : 
 And what, though we lie down disappointed ? we sleep, to wake in hope. 
 The letter, or the news, the chances and the changes, matters that may 
 
 happen, 
 Sweeten or embitter daily life with the honey-gall of myster}\ 
 For we walk blindfold, — and a minute may be much, — a step may reach 
 
 the precipice ; 
 What earthly los.-, what heavenly gain, may not this day produce ? 
 Lc-vel'ed of Alps and Andes, without its valleys and ravines, 
 How dull the face of earth, unfeaturcd of both beauty and sublimity : 
 And so, shorn of mystery, beggared in its hopes and fears, 
 How flat the prcjpect of existence, mapped by intuitive foreknowledge 7 
 Praise God, creature of earth, for the mercies linked with secrecy, 
 That spices of uncertainty enrich thy cup of life : 
 Praise God, his hosts on high, for tlie mysteries that make all joy ; 
 What Vv-ere intelligence, with nothing more to learn, or heaven, in eternity 
 
 of sameness ? 
 
 To number every mystery were to sum the sum of all things: 
 None can exhaust a theme, whereof God is example and similiti-ide. 
 Nevertheless, take a garland from the garden, a handful from the harvest, 
 Some scattered drops of spray from the ceaseless mighty cataract. 
 Wiiencc are we, — whither do we tend, — liow do v.-e feel and reason ? 
 How strange a thing is man, a spirit saturating clay ! 
 When doth soul make embryos immortal, — how do they rank hereafter, — 
 Ana wiH the unconscious idiot be quenched in death as nothing ?
 
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 In essence immaterial, are these minds, as it were thinking machines ? 
 P'or, to understand may but rightly be to use a mechanism all possess, 
 So that in reading or hearing of another, a man shall soem unto himself 
 To be recollecting images or arguments, native and congenial to his mind : 
 iVnd yet, vvljat shall we say, — wlio can aread tlie liiidle ? 
 The brain uuiy be cIockvvorl<, and mind its spring, mechanism quickened 
 by a spirit. 
 
 Who so shrewd r.s riglitly to divide life, instinct, reason ; 
 Trees, zoopbytes, creatures of the plain, and savage man among thsm? 
 Hath tlie uiiniosa instinct, — or the scallop more than life, — 
 Or the dog less than reason, — or the brute man more than instinct ? 
 Wiiat is the cause of health, — and the gendering of disease ? 
 Why should arsenic kill, — and whence is the potency of antidotes ? 
 Behold, a morsel, — eat and die ; the term of thy probation is expired : 
 Behold, a potion — drink and be alive ; the limit of tliy trial is enlarged. 
 Who can expound beauty ? or explain the character of nations ? 
 Who will furnish a cause for the epidemic force of fashion ? 
 Is there a moral magnetism liviiig in the light of example ? 
 Is practice electricity ? — Yet all these are but names. 
 Doth normal Art imprison, in its work^^, spirit translated into subjtance, 
 So that the statue, the picture, or the jioem, are crystals of the mind ? 
 And doth Philossiphy with sublimating slviil shred away the matter, 
 fill rarefied intelligence cxudeth even out of stocks and stones ? 
 '- » 
 
 O mvFteries, ye aU are one, th? mind of an inexpUcabb Architect 
 Dwelleth alike in each, quickening and moving in them all. 
 Fields, and forests, and cities of men, their woes, and wealth, and works, 
 Ani cu-toin?. and contrivances of life, with all we see anl know. 
 For a little v.ay, a little while, ye hang dependent on each other, 
 But all are held in cne right hand, and by His will ye are. 
 Hfre is answer rnto mystery, an unintelligible God, 
 Tiiis is the end and the beginning, it is rea-.on that He be not un lerstood. 
 Therefore it were probable and just, even to a man's weak thinking. 
 To have one for God who always may be learnt, yet never fiil'.y known : 
 That He, from wliom all mysteries spring, in whom they all converge, 
 Throu'^d in his sublimity beyond the grovellings of lower intellect, 
 Shoi Id claim to bo truer than man's truest, the boasted certainty of numbers, 
 Should battle his arithmetic, confound his demonstrations, and paralyze the 
 might of Lia necessity,
 
 152 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Standing supreme as the mystery of mystcrief?, every where, yet im- 
 personate, 
 Essential one in tliree, essential three in one ! 
 
 OF GIFTS. 
 
 I HAD a seeming friend ; — I gave liim gifts, and he was gone ; 
 I had an open enemy ; — I gave him gifts, and won him ; 
 Common friendsiiip standeth on equaUties, and cannot bear a debt ; 
 But the very heart of liate melteth at a good man's love : 
 Go to, then, thou that sayest, — I Vvill give and rivet ll;e links : 
 For pride shall kick at obligation, and push the giver from hiux. 
 The covetous spirit may rejoice, revelling in thy largess, 
 But chilling seliishness will mutter, — I must give again : 
 The vain heart may be glad, in this new proof of man's esteem, 
 But the same idolatry of self abhorreth thoughts of thanking. 
 
 Nevertheless, give ; for it shall be a discriminative test, 
 
 Separating honesty from falsehood, weeding insincerity from friendship : 
 
 Give, it is like God ; thou weariest the bad with benefits : 
 
 Give, it is like God ; thou gladdenest the good by gratitude. 
 
 Give to thy near of kin, for Providence hath stationed thee his helper : 
 
 Yet see that he claim not as his ri<jht, thy freewill ofFering of duty. 
 
 Give to the young, they love it ; neither hath the poison of suspicion 
 
 Spoilt the flavour of their thanks, to look for latent motives. 
 
 Give to merit, largely give ; his conscious heart will bless thee : 
 
 It is not flattery, but love, — the sympathy of men his brethren. 
 
 Give, for encouragement in good ; the weak desponding mind 
 
 Hath many foes, and m.uch to do, and leaneth on its friends. 
 
 Yet heed thou wisely these ; give seldom to thy better ; 
 
 For such obtrusive boon shall savour of presumption; 
 
 Or, if his courteous bearing greet thy proffered kindness, 
 
 Shall not thine independent honesty be vexed at the semblance of a bribe ? 
 
 Moreover, heed thou this ; give to thine equal charily. 
 
 The occasion fair and fitting, the gift well chosen and desired :
 
 OF GIFTS. 153 
 
 Hath he been prosperous and blest ? a flower may show thy gladness ; 
 Is he in need ? with liberal love, tender him the well-filled purse : 
 Disease shall welcome friendly care in g-rapes and precious unguents ; 
 And where a darlinjr child hath died, give praise, and liope, and sympathy; 
 Yet on:"e more, heed thou this ; give to the poor discreetly, 
 Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm : 
 To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit occasion ; 
 Or he bartereth his hard-earned selt-reliance for the casual lottery of gifts ; 
 The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liberality would palsy ; 
 Work and wages make a light heart : but the mendicant asketh with a 
 
 heavy spirit. 
 A man's ov/n self respect is wortli unto liim m.ore than money, 
 And evil is the charity tliat humbleth, and maketh man less happy. 
 
 There are who sow liberalities, to reap the like again ; 
 
 But men accept his boon, scorning the shallow usurer ; 
 
 I have known many such a fisherman lose his golden baits ; 
 
 And oftentimes the tame decoy escapeth with the flock. 
 
 Yea, there are who give unto the poor, to gain large interest of God : 
 
 Fool, — to think His wealth is money, and not mind : 
 
 And haply after thine alms, tliy calculated givings, 
 
 The hurricane shall blast thy crops, and sink the homev.'ard snip ; 
 
 Tlieu shall thy worldly soul murmur that the balances were false. 
 
 Thy ti"ader's mind shall think of God, — He stood not to his bargain ! 
 
 Give, saitii the preacher, be large in liberality, yield t(j the holy unpulse, 
 Tarry not for cold consideration, but cheerfully and freely scatter ; 
 So, for complacency of conscience, in a gush of counterfeited charity, 
 He that hath not wherewith to be just, selfishly presumeth to be generous ; 
 The debtor, and the rich by wrong, are known among the band of the be- 
 nevolent ; 
 And men extol the noble hearts, who rob that they may five. 
 Receivers arc but little ])rone to challenge rights of giving, 
 Nor stop to test, for conscience-sake, the righteousness of mammon : 
 And the zealot in a cause is a receiver, at the hand which betteretli his 
 
 cause ; 
 And thus an unsuspected bribe shall blind the good man's judgment : 
 It is easy to excuse greatness, and the rich are readily forgiven : 
 What, if his gains were evil, sanctified by using them aright ? 
 
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 154 rROVEREIAL PHILOSOPHT. 
 
 O shallow flatterer, soU'-intcrcst is thy thougiit, 
 
 Hopeless of partaking in the like, thovi too woul'.Iost scorn the giver. 
 
 Money hath its value ; and tlio scatterer thereof his thauks : 
 
 Few m?n, drinking at a rivulet, stop to consider its source. 
 
 The hand tliat closeth on an aim, be it for necessities or zeal, 
 
 Hath small scruple whence it came : Vespasian rejoiceth in his tribute; 
 
 Therefore have colleges and hospitals risen upon orphans' wrongs, 
 
 Chapels and cathedrals have thriven on the welcome wages of inifjuity, 
 
 And fraud, in evil compensation, hath salved his guilty conscience, 
 
 Not by restoring to th-j clioated, but by ostentatious giving to the grateful. 
 
 So, those who reap rejoice ; and reaping, bless the sower : 
 No one is eager to discover, where discovery tcndcth unto loss; 
 Yet, if knowledge of a theft make gainers thereby guilty. 
 Gin he bo altogether innocent who never asked the honesty of gain ? 
 Therefore, O preacher, zealous for charity, temper thy Wcarm appeal, — 
 Warning the debtor and unjustly rich, they may not dare to give : 
 To do good is a privilege and guerdon : how shouldost thou rejoice 
 If ill-got gifts of presumptuous fraud be offered on the altar ? 
 The question is not of degrees ; unhallov/ed alms arc evil : 
 Discourage and reject alike the obolus or talent of iniquity., 
 
 Yet more, be careful tliat, unwortliily, thou gain not a,n advantage over 
 
 Vv^eakness, 
 Unstable souls, fervent and profuse, fliittered by the feeling of the mom.cnt : 
 For eloquence swayeth to its will the feeble and the conscious of defect : 
 Rashly give they, and afterwards are sad, — a gift tliat dovbly erred. 
 It was the woi'ldliness of priestcraft tliat accounted almsgiving for charity; 
 And many a father's penitence hatii steeped his son in penun; : 
 Yet, considered he lightly the guilt of a deathbed selfishness 
 That strove to take with him, for gain, the gold no longer his ; 
 So he died in a false peace, and dying robbed his kindred ; 
 The cunning friar at his side having cheated both the living and the deed. 
 
 Charity sitteth on a fair hill-top, blessing far and near, 
 But her garments drop ambrosia, chietly on the violets around her : 
 She gladdeneth indeed the maplike scene, stretching to the verge of the 
 horizon,
 
 OF GIFTS. 155 
 
 For her anijel face is lus'.rcus and bclovc:!, even as the moon in heaven : 
 But the light of that boatiMc vision glowcth in serener concentration, 
 TiiC nearer to her heart, and nearer to her home, — that hill-top where she 
 
 sitteth : 
 Therefore is she kind unto her kin, yearninn- in affection on her neighbours, 
 Gi\ino' Gifts to thos? around wiio know and Ibve her well. 
 But the counterfeit of charity, an hypocrite of cartli, not a grace of heaven, 
 Sei ketli not to bless at homo, for her nearer aspect is ill-favoured : 
 Thcrjfcie hidetli she for shame, counting that pride humility, 
 And none of those around her hearth are gladJened by her gifts : 
 llatlicr, witii an overreaching zeal, tlingeth she her bounty to the stranger, 
 And s:^;itterod prodigalities abroad compensate for meanness in her home ; 
 For beucMts shovvered on the distant shine in unmixed beauty, 
 ^o that even she may reap their undiscerning praise : 
 Therefore native want hath pined, where foreign need was fattened ; 
 Vv'oman been crushed by tiie tyrannous liand that upheld the flag of lib- 
 erality ; 
 Poverty been prisoned up and starved by hearts that arc maudlin upon crime ; 
 And freeborn babes been manacled by men who liberate the sturdy slave. 
 
 Policy counseileth a gift, given wisely juid in season. 
 
 And po'icy afterward approveth it, for great is the inlluence of gifts. 
 
 The lover, unsmiled upon before, is welcomed for his jewelled buubic ; 
 
 The righteous cause vvitliout a fee must yield to bounteous guilt : 
 
 IJow fair is a man in thine esteem whose just discrimination seeketh thee, 
 
 And so, discerning merit, honoureth it with gifts I 
 
 "Vea, let the cause appear sufiicient. and tlie motive clear and unsuspicious, 
 
 As given unto one who cannot help, or proving honest tiianks. 
 
 There liveth not one among a million v/ho is proof against the charm of 
 
 liberality, 
 And flattery, that boon of piaise, hath power with the wisest. 
 
 Man is of three natures, craving all for charity : 
 
 It is not enough to give him meats, withholding other comfort ; 
 
 For the mind starvcth, and the soul is scorned, and so the human animal 
 
 Eateth its nnsatisfying pittance, a thankless, heartless pauper: 
 
 Yet would he bless thee and be grateful, didst thou feed his spirit, 
 
 And teach liim that thine almsgivings are charities, are loves. 
 
 — I saw a beggar ui tiie street, and another beggar pitied him;
 
 156 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Sympathy sank into his Koal, and the pitied one felt happier : 
 Anon passed by a cavalcade, children of wealth and gayety ; 
 Tiioy laughed and looked upon the beggar, and tlie gallants Hung him 
 
 gold ; 
 He, poor spirit-hnmbled wretch, gathered up their givings with a curse. 
 And went — to sliare it with his brother, the beggar who had pitied Liin ! 
 
 OF BEAUTY. 
 
 Thou mightier than Manoah's son, whence is thy great strength, 
 And wherein the secret of thy craft, O charmer charming wisely ? — 
 For thou art strong in weakness, and in artlessness well-skilled, 
 Constant in the multitudes of change, and simple amidst intricate com- 
 plexity. 
 Folly's shallow lip can ask the deepest question. 
 And many wise in many words should answer, what is beauty ? 
 Who shall separate the hues that flicker on a dying dolphin, 
 Or analyze the jewelled lights that deck the peacock's train, 
 Or shrewdly nsix upon a pallette the tints of an iridescent spar, 
 Or set in rank the wandering shades about a watered silk ? 
 
 For beauty is intangible, vague, ill to be defined : 
 
 She hath the coat of a chameleon, changing while we watch it. 
 
 Strangely woven is the web, disorderly yet harmonious, 
 
 A glistening robe of mingled mesh, that may not be unravelled. 
 
 It is shot with heaven's blue, the soul of summer skies, 
 
 And twisted strings of light, the mind of noonday suns, 
 
 And ruddy gleams of life, that roll vAowj the vVliis, 
 
 A coat of many colours, running curiously togetiier. 
 
 There is threefold beauty for man ; twofold b?auty for the animal ; 
 
 And the ijeauty of inanimates is single : body, temper, spirit. 
 
 Multiplied in endless combination, issue the changeable results ; 
 
 Each class verging on the other twain, with imperceptible gradation ; 
 
 And every individual in each ha\ing his propriety of difference, 
 
 So that the meanest of creation bringeth in a tribute of the beautiful.
 
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 Yea, from the worst in favour shineth out a fitness of design, 
 The patent mark of beauty, its Maker's name imprest. 
 For the great Creator's seal is set to all his works ; 
 Its qnarterings are Attributes of praise, and all the shield is beauty. 
 So, that heraldic blazon is Creation's common signet : 
 And the universal family of life goeth in the colours of its Lord ; 
 But each one, as a several son, shall bear those arms with a diflerence : 
 Beauty, various in phase, and similar in seeming oppositions. 
 The coins of old Rome were struck with a diversity for each, 
 Barely two be found alike in every Cjesar's image : 
 So, note thou the seals, ranged around the charters of the Universe, 
 The linger of God is the stamp upon them all, but each hath its separate 
 variety. 
 
 Beauty, theme of innocence, how may guilt discourse thee ? 
 
 Let holy angels sing thy praise, for man hath marred thy visage. 
 
 Still, the maimed torso of a Theseus can gladden taste with its proportions ^ 
 
 Though sin hath shattered evei7 limb, how comely are the fragments ! 
 
 And music leaveth on the car a memory of sweet sounds ; 
 
 And broken arches charm the sight with hints of fair completeness. 
 
 So, while humbled at tlie ruin, be thou grateful for the relics ; 
 
 Go forth, and look on all around with kind uncaptious eye : 
 
 Freely let us wander through these unfretjuented ways, 
 
 And talk of glorious beauty filling all the world. 
 
 For beatity hideth every where, that Reason's child may seek her, 
 And having found the gem of price, may sot it in God's crown. 
 Beautv nestieth in the rosebud, or walketh the firmament with planets, 
 She is heard in the beetle's evening hymn, and shouteth in the matins of 
 
 tiie sun ; 
 The ciieek of tlie peach is glowing willi her smile, her splendour blazetli 
 
 in the lightning, 
 She is the dryad of the woods, the naiad of the streams ; 
 Iler golden hair hath tapestried the silkwonn's silent chamber, 
 And to her measured liarmonies the wild waves beat in time : 
 With tinkling feet at eventide she danceth in the meadow, 
 Or, like a Titan, lieth stretched athwart the ridgy Alps ; 
 She is rising in her veil of mist a Venus from the water?, — 
 Men gaze upon the loveliness, — and lo, it is beautiful exceedingly ;
 
 133 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Slip, with the might of a Briarcus, is dragging down the clouds upon the 
 
 mountain, — 
 Men look upon the grandeur, — and lo, it is excellent in glory. 
 For I judge that beauty and suliliuiity ho biit the lesser and the great, 
 Sublime, as magniiied to giants, and b.iautiful, diminished into fairies. 
 Il were a false fancy to solve all beauty b}' desire, 
 It were a lowering thought to expound sublimity by dread. 
 Cowardly men with trembling hearts have feared the furious storm, 
 Nor felt its thrilling beatity : but is it then not beautifid ? 
 And careless men, at summer's eve, have loved the dimpled waves ; 
 O that smile upon the seas, — hath it no sublimity ? 
 Dost thou nothing know of this, — to be awed at woman's beauty ? 
 Nor, witii exhilarated heart, to hail the cr;Lshing thunder ? 
 Thou hast much to learn, that never found a fearfulness in flowers, 
 Thou lixst missed of joy, that never basked in beauties of the terrible. 
 
 Show mc an enthusiast in aught ; he hath noted one thing narrowly ; 
 
 And lo, his keenness hath detected the one dear hiding-place of beauty. 
 
 Then he boasteth, simple soul, flattered by discovery, 
 
 Fancying tliat no science else can show so fair and precious : 
 
 He hath found a ray of light, and chorisheth the treasure in his closet, 
 
 Mocking at those larger minds, that bathe in flooods of noon ; 
 
 Lo, what a jewel hath he gotten, — this is the monopohst of beauty, — 
 
 And lightly heeding all l)cside, he poured his yearnings thitherward : 
 
 Be it for love, or for learning, habit, art, or nature. 
 
 Exclusive thought is all the cause of this particular zeal. 
 
 But the like intensity of fitness, kind and skilful beauty, 
 
 So pleasant to his mind in one thmg, fiUeth all beside : 
 
 From the waking minute of a chrysalis to the perfect cycle of chronology, 
 
 From the centipede's jointed armour to the mammoth's fossil rib.^. 
 
 From the kingtlsher's shrill note to the cataract's thundering bass. 
 
 From the greensward's grateful hues to the fascinating eye of woman. 
 
 Beauty, various in all things, setteth up her home in each, 
 
 Shedding graciously around an omnipresent smile. 
 
 There is beauty in the rolling clouds, and placid shingle beach, 
 In feathery snows, and whistling winds, and dun electric skies; 
 There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliage, 
 Ju laughing fields, and dinted hills, the valley and its lake ;
 
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 There is t^avity in the gtiUies, beauty on the cliffs, beauty in sun and 
 
 Bhado, 
 In rocks and rivers, seas and plains, — the earth is drowned in beauty. 
 
 Beauty coileth witii the water-snake, and is cradled in the shrewmouse's 
 
 nest, 
 She fiiLteth out with evening bats, and the soft mole liid her in liis tunnel ; 
 The limpet is enc3.mped upon the shore, and beauty not a stranger to his 
 
 tent ; 
 The silvery dace and golden carp thread the rushes with her : 
 She saileth into clouds with an eagle, she fluttereth into tulips with a 
 
 humming-bird ; 
 The pasturing kine are of her companv, and she prowleth with tlio leopard 
 
 in his jungle. 
 
 Moreover, for the reasonable world, its words, and acts, and speculation, 
 
 For frail and f;d!en manhood, in every v/ork and way, 
 
 Beautj', wrecked and stricken, lingereth still among us, 
 
 And morsels of that shattered sr.n are dropt upon the darkness. 
 
 Yen, u'ith savages and boors, the mean, the cruel, and besotted, 
 
 Ever in extenuating grace hide some relics of the beautiful. 
 
 Gleams of kindness, deeds of courage, patience, justice, generosity, 
 
 Trutli welcomed, knov/iedge prized, rebukes tal;en with contrition, 
 
 All in various measure, have been blest with some of tliese, 
 
 And never yet hadi lived the man utterly beggared of the beautiful. 
 
 Beauty, is as crystal in the torchlight, sparkling on the poet's page ; 
 
 Virgin honey of Hymettus, distilled from the lips of the orator ; 
 
 A s,uvour of sweet spikenard, anointing tiie hands of liberality ; 
 
 A feast of angels' food set upon tlie tables of religion. 
 
 She is seen in the tear of sorrow, and heard in the exuberance of mirth ; 
 
 She goeth out early with the huntsman, and watchetli at the pillow of 
 
 disease. 
 Science, in his secret laws, hatii found out latent beauty, 
 Sphere and square, and cone and curve, are fashioned by her rules : 
 Mechanism met Iier in his forces, fancy caught her in its flittings, 
 Day is lightened by her eyes, and her eyelids close upon tlie night. 
 
 Beauty is dependence in the babe, a toothless tender nursling ;
 
 160 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Beauty is boldness in the boy, a curly rosy truant ; 
 Beauty is modesty and grace in fair rctirin<j girliiood, 
 Beauty is openness and strength in pure higli-minded youtii ; 
 Man, tlie noble and intcUigcnt, gladdL'ucth earth in beauty, 
 And woman's beauty sunneth him, as with a smile from heaven. 
 
 There is none enchantment against beauty, Magician for all time, 
 
 Whose potent spells of sympathy have charmed the passive world : 
 
 Verily, she reigneth a Semiramis ; there is no might against her ; 
 
 The lords of every land are harnessed to her triumph. 
 
 Beauty is conqueror of all, nor ever yet was found among the nations 
 
 That iron-monlded mind, full proof against her power. 
 
 Beauty, like a summer's day, subdueth by sweet influences ; 
 
 WJio am wrestle against Sleep ? — yet is that giant very gentleness. 
 
 Ajax may rout a phalanx, but beauty shall enslave him single-handed : 
 
 Pericles ruled Athens, yet is he the servant of Aspasia : 
 
 Light were the labour, and often-told the tale, to count the victories of 
 
 beauty, — 
 Helen, and Judith, and Ompliale, and Thais, numy a trophied name, 
 At a glance the misanthrope was softened, and repented of his vows : 
 When beauty asked, he gave, and banned her — with a blessing ; 
 The cold ascetic loved the smile that lit his dismal cell. 
 And kindly stayed her step, and wept when she departed ; 
 The bigot abbess felt her heart gush with a mother's feeling. 
 When looking on some lovely face beneath the cloister's shade ; 
 Usury freed her without ransom : the buccaneer was gentle in her presence : 
 Madness kissed her on the cheeek. and Idiocy brightened at her coming : 
 Yea, the very cattle in the field, and hungry prowlers of the forest, 
 With tawning homage greeted her, as beauty glided by. 
 A welcome guest, unbidden, she is dear to every hearth ; 
 A glad spontaneous growth of friends are springing round her rest : 
 Learning sittcth at her feet, and Idleness laboureth to please her ; 
 Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dullness gloweth ; 
 Prudence is rash in her defence ; Frugality fiUeth her with riches ; 
 Despair came to her for counsel ; and Bereavement Vx-as glad when she 
 
 consoled ; 
 Justice puttet?! up his sword at the tear of supplicating beauty, 
 And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin.
 
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 For beauty is the substitute for al! tilings, satisfying every absence, 
 
 The rich dehriuus cup, to make all else forgotten ; 
 
 She also is the zest unto all things, enhancing every presence, 
 
 The rare and precious ambergris, to quicken each perfume. 
 
 O beauty, thou art eloquent ; yea, though slow of tongue, 
 
 Tiiy breast, fair Phryne, pleaded well before the dazzled judge ; 
 
 O beauty, thou art wise ; yea, though teaching falsely, 
 
 Sages listen, sweet Corinna, to commend thy lips ; (*) 
 
 (.) beauty, thou art ruler ; yea, though lowly as a slave, 
 
 Myrrha, that imperial brow is naonarcli of thy lord ; 
 
 O beiiuty, tlvra art winner ; yea, though halting in the race, 
 
 ITippodame, Camilla, Atalanta. — in gracefulness ye fascinate your umpires ; 
 
 O beauty, thou art rich ; j'ea, though clad in russet, 
 
 Attalus cannot boast his gold against the wealth of beauty ; 
 
 O bcatity. thou art noble ; yea, though Esther be an exile, 
 
 Set her up on high, ye kings, and bow before the majesty of beauty ! 
 
 Friend and scholar, who, in charity, hast v.-alkod with me thus far, 
 We have wandered in a wilderness of sweets, tniclcing beauty's foot- 
 steps : 
 And ever as we rarnbled on among the tangled thicket, 
 Many a startled thought hath tempted further roaming ; 
 Passion, sympathetic influ.ence, might of imaginary halos, — 
 Many the like would lure aside, to hunt their wayward tiiemes. 
 And, look you ! — from his ferny bed in yonder hazel coppice, 
 A dappled hart hat'i flung aside the boughs and broke away ; 
 He is fleet and capricious as the zephyr, and with exulting bounds 
 Hieth down a turfy lane between the sounding woods ; 
 His neck is garlanded with flowers, his antiers hung wiHi chaplets, 
 And rainbow-coloured ribbons stroan; adown his mottled flanks : 
 Should we follow ? — foolish hunters thus to chase afoot, — 
 Who can track the airy speed and doubling wiles of Taste ? 
 
 For the estimates of human beauty, dependent upon time and clime, 
 ilanifold and changeable, are multiplied the more by strange gregarious 
 
 fa.shiou : 
 And notable ensamples in the great turn to epidemics in tlie lower, 
 So that a nation's taste shall vary with its rulers. 
 Stem Egypt, humbled to tlie Greek, lancied softer idols ;
 
 162 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Greece, the Roman provinco, nigh forgrat her classic sculpture ; 
 
 Rome, crushed boneatli tlio Goth, loved Iiis birjarian habits ; 
 
 And Aliric, with his ruffian horde, is tamed by silken Rome. 
 
 Columbia's flattened head, and China's crumpled feet. — 
 
 The civi'.iz3d tiipering \vai.st, — and the pendulous ears of the savage, — 
 
 The swollen throat among the mountains, and an ebon skin beneath the 
 
 tropics, — 
 These shall all be reckoned beauty ; and for wciglity cause : 
 First, for the latter ; Provid jnire in mercy tempereth taste by circumstance, 
 So that Nature's must shall hit her creature's liking ; 
 Second, for the middle ; tlioiigh the foolishness of vanity seek to mar 
 
 proportion, 
 Still, defects in those we love shall soon be counted praise ; 
 Third, for the first ; a chief and a princess, maimed or distorted from the 
 
 cradle. 
 Shall coax the flattery of slaves to imitate the gi'eat in their deformity ; 
 Hence groweth habit ; and habits make a taste, 
 And so shall servile zeal deface the types of beauty. 
 Whiles Alexander conquered, crookedness was comely ; 
 And followers learn to praise the scars upon their leader's brow. 
 Youth hatli sought to flatter Age by mimicking gray hairs ; 
 Age plastereth her wrinkles, and is painted in the ruddiness of Youtli. 
 Fasliion, the parasite of Rank, apeth faults and failings. 
 Until the general Taste depraved hath warped its sense of beauty. 
 
 Each man hatli a measure for himself, yet all shall coincide in much ; 
 
 A perfect form of human grace would captivate the world ; 
 
 Be it manhood's lustre, or the loveliness of woman, all would own its 
 
 beauty. 
 The Caffre and Circassian, Russians and Hindoos, the Briton, the Turk 
 
 and Japanese. 
 Not all alike, nor all at once, but each in proportion to intelligence, 
 His purer .state in morals, and a lesser grade in guilt : 
 For the high standard of the beautiful is fixed in Reason's forum. 
 And sins, and customs, and caprice, have failed to break it down : 
 And reason's standard for the creature pointeth three perfections. 
 Frame, Imowledge, and the feeling heart, well and kindly mingled : 
 A fair dwelling, furnished wisely, with a gentle tenant in it, — 
 This is the glory of humanity : thou hast seen it seldom.
 
 or BEAUTY. 1C3 
 
 There is a beauty of the body ; the superficial poUsh of a statue, 
 
 The symmetry of form and feature, delicately carved and painted. 
 
 How Lright in early bloom the Georgian sittelh at lier lattice, 
 
 How softened off in graceful curves her young and gentle shape : 
 
 Those dark eyes, lit by curiosity, flash beneath the lushes, 
 
 And still her velvet cheek is dimpled with a smile. 
 
 Dost thou count her beautiful ? — even as a mere fair figure, 
 
 A plastic image, little more, — tiie outer garb of woman : 
 
 Yea, — and thus far it is well ; but Reason's hopes are higher, — 
 
 Can ho sate his soul on a scantling third of beauty ? 
 
 Yet is.tliis the pleasing trickei-y, tliat cheateth half the v/orld. 
 Nature's wise deceit, to make up waste in life : 
 And few be they that rest uncaught, for many a twig is limed ; 
 Where is the wise among a million, that took not form for beauty .' 
 But watch it well ; for vanity and sin, malice, hate, suspicion. 
 Lowering as clouds upon the countenance, will disenchant its charms. 
 The needful complexity of beauty claimeth mind and soul. 
 Though many coins of foul alloy pass current for the true : 
 And albeit fairness in the creature shall often co-exist with excellence, 
 Yet hath many an angel shape been tenanted by fiends. 
 A man, spiritually keen, shall detect in suiface beauty 
 Those marring specks of evil, which the sensual cannot sec ; 
 Therefore is he proof against a face, unlovely to his likings, 
 And common minds shall scorn the taste, that slirunk from sin's dis- 
 torliun. 
 
 There is a beauty of the reason : grandly independent of externals, 
 
 It looketh from tlie windows of the house, shining in the man triumphant. 
 
 I have scon the broad blank face of some misshapen dwarf 
 
 I;it on ii sudden as with glory, the brilliant light of mind : 
 
 W'^ho then imagined him deformed ? intelligence is blazing on his forehead, 
 
 There is empire in his eye, and sweetness on his lip. and his brown cheek 
 
 glittcreth with beauty : 
 And I have known some Nirous of the camj>, a varnis:ied paragon of 
 
 chambcrers, C) 
 Fine, elegant, and shapely, moulded as tiic master-piece of Phi.iias, — 
 Such an one, with intellects abased, have I noted croucliing to tlic dwarf, 
 Whilst his lovers scorn the fool whose beauty liath departed !
 
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 And there is a beniity for ihe spirit. ; mind in it.s perfect flowering, 
 
 Fragrant, expanded into sou!, full of love and blessed. 
 
 Go to some sqiiulid couch, some famisiiing death-bed of the poor; 
 
 He is shrunken, cadaverous, diseased ; — there is here no beauty of the body. 
 
 Never hath he fed on knowledg-e, nor drank at the streams of science, 
 
 He is of the common lierd, illiterate : — lliere is here no beauty of the 
 
 reason. 
 But lo ! his filming eye is bright v/ith love from heaven, 
 In every look it beameth praise, as worshipping with seraphs ; 
 What honeycomb is hived upon his lips, eloquent of gratitude and prayer, — 
 What triumph shrined serene upon that clammy brow. 
 What glory llickering transparent under those thin cheeks, — 
 What beauty in his face ! — Is it not the face of an angel ? 
 
 Now, of those three, infinitely mingled and combined, 
 
 Consistfth human beauty, in all the marvels of its mightiness : 
 
 And forth from human beavity springeth the intensity of Love ; 
 
 Feeling, thought, de;-ire, the three deep fountains of affection. 
 
 Son of Adam, or daughter of Eve, art thou trapped by nature. 
 
 And is thy young eye dazzled with the pleasant form of beauty ? 
 
 This is but a lower love : still it hath its honour ; 
 
 What God hath made and meant to charm, let not man depise. 
 
 Nevertheless, as rea^-on's child, look thou wisely fiirther. 
 
 For age, disease, and care, and sin, shall tarnish all the surface ; 
 
 Reach a loftier love ; be lured by the comeliness of mind, — 
 
 Gentle, kind, and calm, or lustrous in the livery of knowledge. 
 
 And more, there is a higher grade ; force the mind to its perfection, — 
 
 Win those golden trophies of consmnmats love : 
 
 Add unto riches of the reason, and a beauty moulded to thy liking, 
 
 The precious things of nobler gaace that well adorn a soul ; 
 
 Thus, be thou owner of a treasure, great in earth and heaven, 
 
 Beauty, wisdom, goodness, — in a creature like its God. 
 
 So then, draw we to an end ; with feeble step and faltering. 
 
 I follow beauty through the universe, and fii^d her home Ubiquity : 
 
 In all that GoJ hath made, in all that man hath marred, 
 
 Lingereth beauty or its wreck, a broken mould and castings. 
 
 And now, having wandered long time, freely and with desultory feet, 
 
 To gather in the garden of the world a few fair sample flowers,
 
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 With patient scrutinizing care let us cull the conclusion of their essence, 
 And answer to the riddle of Zorobabel, Whence the might of beauty. (') 
 
 Ugliness is native unto nothing, but poissible abstract evil : 
 
 In every thing created, at its worst, lurk the drege of loveliness. 
 
 We be fallen into utter depths, yet once we stood sul^lime, 
 
 For man was made in perfect praise, his Maker's comely image : 
 
 And so his new-born ill is spiced with older good, 
 
 He carrieth w^ith him, yea, to crime, tlie withered limbs of beauty. 
 
 Passions may be crooked generosities ; the robber stealeth for his children ; 
 
 Murder was avenger of the innocent, or wiped out shame witli blood. 
 
 Many virtues, weighted by excess, sink among the vices ; 
 
 Many vices, amicably buoyed, float among the virtues. 
 
 For, albeit sin is hate, a foul and bitter turpitude. 
 
 As hurling back against the Giver all his gifts with insult ; 
 
 Still, when concrete in the dinner it will seem to partake of his attractions, 
 
 And in seductive masquerade shall cloak its leprous skin ; 
 
 Ilis broken lights of beauty shall illume its utter black, 
 
 And those refracted rays glitter on tlie hunch of its deformity. 
 
 Verily the fancy may be false, yet hath it met me in my musings, 
 
 (As expounding the pleasantness of pleasure, bat no v.'ays extenuating 
 
 license,) 
 That even tliose yearnings after beauty, in wayward wanton youth, 
 W^hen guileless of ulterior end, it craveth but to look upon the lovely, 
 Seem like struggles of the soul, dimly^ remembering pre-existcnce, 
 And feeling in its blindness for a long-lost god, to satisfy its longing ; 
 As if the sucking babe, tenderly mindful of Ins mother, 
 Should pull a dragon's dugs, and drain tlie teats of poison. 
 Our primal source was beauty, and we pant for it ever and again ; 
 But sin hath stopped the way with thorns : we turn aside, wander, and 
 
 are lost. 
 
 God, the undiluted good, is root and stock of beauty, 
 
 And every child of reason drew his essence from that stem. 
 
 Therefore, it, is of intuition, an innate hankering for home, 
 
 A sweet returning to the well, from which our spirit flowed, 
 
 That we, unconscious of a cause, should bask these darkened souls 
 
 In some poor reUcs of the light Uiat blazed in primal beauty.
 
 I6G PROVERBIAL PHILOSOfHY. 
 
 And, even like as exiles of idolatry, should quaff from the cisterns of 
 
 creation 
 Stagnant draughts, for those fresh spring;s that rise in the Creator, 
 
 Only, being burthencd with tlic body, spiritual appetite is warped, 
 And sensual man, with taste corrupted, drinketh of pollutions : 
 Impulse is left, but indiscriminate ; his hunger feasteth upon carrion ; 
 His natural love of beauty dototh over beauty in decoy. 
 He still thirsteth for the beautiful ; hnt his delicate; ideal hath grown gross, 
 And the very sense of thirst hath been fevered from affjction into passion. 
 He romembcrcth the blessedness of light, but it is with an old man'a 
 
 memory, 
 A blind old man from infancy, that once hath seen the sun. 
 Whom long experience of night hath darkened in his cradle recollections, 
 Until his brightest thought of noon is but a shade of black. 
 
 This then is thy charm, O beauty, all pervading ; 
 
 And this thy wondrous strength, O beauty, cunqneror of all : 
 
 The outline of our shadowy best, the pure and comely creature, 
 
 That winneth on the conscience with a saddening admiration : 
 
 An:! some untutored thirst for God, tlie root of every pleasure, 
 
 Native to creatures, yea in ruin, and dating from the birthday of the 
 
 soul. 
 For God sealeth up the sum, confirmed exemplar of proportions, 
 Rich in love, full of wisdom, and perfect in the plentitude of Beauty. (•) 
 
 OF FAME. 
 
 Bloav the trumpet, spread the wing, fling thy scroll upon the sky. 
 
 Rouse the slumbering world, O Fame, and fill the sphere with echo : 
 
 — Beneath thy blast they wake, and murmurs come hoarsely on tlie 
 
 wind, , 
 
 And flasliing eyes and bristling hands proclaim they hoar thy message : 
 Rolling and surging as a sea, tliat upturned flood of faces 
 Hasteneth with its inillion tongues to spread the wondrous tale ;
 
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 The hum of added voices growcth to tho ron.ring of a cntaract, 
 And rapidly from wave to wave is tossed that cxagg-erated stor}', 
 Until those stunning clamours, gradually diluted in the distance, 
 Sink ashamed, and shrink afraid of noise, and die away. 
 Then brooding Silence, forth from his hollow caverns, 
 Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow, 
 Once more is mingled with the multitude, whispering as he walkcth. 
 And hushing all their eager ears to hear some newer Fame. 
 
 So all is still again ; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten ; 
 A stirring recollection of the trumpet ringeth in the hearts of men : 
 And each one, citb.er envious or admiring, hath wished the chance were 
 
 his 
 To fill, as thus, the startled world with fame, or fear, or wonder. 
 This lit thy torch of sacrilege, Ephesian Eratostratus ; ('"; 
 This dug thy living grave, Pythagoras, the traveller from Hades ; 
 For this, dived Empedocles into ^Etna's iiery whirlpool ; 
 For this conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared tlieir perilous 
 
 crimes. 
 In all men, from'the monarch to the menial, InrkoUi last of fame ; 
 Tiie savnge and the sage alike regard their labours proudly: 
 Yea, in death, the glazing eye is illumined by tl)e hope of reputation, 
 And tlie stricken v\-arrior is glad, that his wounds arc salved with glory. 
 
 For fame is a sweet self-homage, an offering grateful to the idol, 
 
 A spiritual nectar for the spiritual thirst, a mental food for mind, 
 
 A pregnant evidence to all of an after immaterial existence, 
 
 A proof that soul is scatheless, when its dwelling is dissolved. 
 
 And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and tho 
 
 good ; 
 I'leasures, various in kind, and spiced to every palate; 
 The tlionghtful loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality, 
 The industrious and deserving, as a symbol of just appreciation, 
 The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a man's own kin. 
 And common minis as a flattering fact that men have been told of their 
 
 existence. 
 
 There is a blameless love of fame, s|)ringing from desire of justice, 
 When a man hath fcatly won and fairly claimed lus honours :
 
 168 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And then fame cometh as enrourageincnt. to the inward conscio!isncss of 
 
 merit, 
 Gladdening by the kindlinee-s and tiiniik^-, Vvherewithal his labnnrs are re 
 
 warded. 
 But thnre is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, 
 Waitin,^ upon vanity o.nd sloth, and utterly regardless of deserving : 
 And then fame cometh as a curse ; the fire-damj) is gathered in tlic mine : 
 The soul is swelled witli poisonou.-t air, and a spark of temptation shall 
 
 explode it. 
 
 Idle causes, noised awhile, shail yield most active consequents. 
 
 And therefore it were ill upon occasion, to scorn the voice of rumour. 
 
 Ye have seen the cliomist in his art mingle invisible gases ; 
 
 And lo, the product is a substance, a heavy dark precipitate ; 
 
 Even so i\v.n?, iuirlling on the quiet with many moetin^^" tongu"3, 
 
 Can out of nntbing bring forth fruits, and blossom on a nourishment 
 
 of air. 
 For many have earned honour, and thereby rank and riches, 
 From false c-nd fleeting tales, some casual mere mistake ; 
 And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with 
 
 poverty and scorn. 
 From envious hints and ill reports, the slanders cast on iimocence. 
 Whom may not scandal hit ? those shafts are shot at a venture : 
 Who standeth not in danger of suspicion ? that net hath cauglit tho 
 
 noldest. 
 Ca-'sav's v/ife v>-as spotless, but a martyr to false fame ; (") 
 And Rumour, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy : 
 ^lany poor and many rich have testified its popular omnipotence. 
 And many a panic-stricken army hath perished with the host of the 
 
 Assyrians. 
 
 Nevertheless, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time ; 
 
 So the matter be not merchandise nor conquest, fear thou less for cha- 
 racter. 
 
 If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer ; 
 
 Y(!a, rather give him license for a while ; it shall help thine honour after- 
 ward : 
 
 Never yet was calumny engenderetl, but good men speedily discemed it. 
 
 And innocence hath burst from its injustice, as the green world rolhng out 
 of Chaos.
 
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 \Vliat, though still the wicked scoff, this also tiirneth to liis praise ; 
 
 Did ye never hear that censure of the bad is buttre.«s to a good man'a 
 
 glory ? 
 What, if tlie ignorant still hold out, obstinate in unkind judgment, — 
 Ignorance and calumny are paired ; Ave affirm by two negations ; 
 Let tlioni stand round about, pu.shing at the column in a circle, 
 For all their toil and wasted strength, the foolish do but prop it. 
 And note thou this ; in the secret of their hearts, they feel the taunt ia 
 
 false. 
 And cannot help but reverence the courage that walketh amid calumnies 
 
 unanswering : 
 He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell ; 
 He trusted in God his Judge ; neither arrows nor tlie pestilence shall 
 
 harm him. 
 
 A high heart is a sacrifice to heaven ; should it stoop among the creepere 
 in tlio dust. 
 
 To t'^'ll them that what God approved is worthy of their praise ! 
 
 Never shall it heed the thought : but flaming on in triumph to the sides, 
 
 And quite forgetting fame, shall find it added as a trophy. 
 
 A great mind is an altar on a hill ; should the priest descend from his alti- 
 tude 
 
 To canvass offerings and vrorship from dwellers on the plain ? 
 
 Rather with majestic perseverance, will he minister in solitary grandeur, 
 
 Confident the time will come when pilgrims shall he flocking to the shrine. 
 
 For fame is the birthright of genius ; and he recketh not how long it he 
 delayed : 
 
 Tlie heir need not hasten to his herit;ige. when he kuoweth that his tenure 
 is eternal. 
 
 The careless poet of Avon, was he troubled for his fame ? 
 
 Or the deep-inouthed chronicler of Paradise, heeded lie the suffrage of his 
 equals ? 
 
 .Maeonides took no thought, commiting all his honours to the future, 
 
 And Flaccus, standing on his watch-tower, spied the prai.se of ages. 
 
 Smoking flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world ; 
 V\'Tiere is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapour ? 
 The \-illage stream sv/elled to a river, and the river was a kino^doi * 
 wealth ; 
 
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 170 PROVERBIAL rillLOSOPIIY. 
 
 Where is he wlio boasted lie coiikl step across that stream ? 
 
 Such are the boghinings of the famous : Httle in the judgment of their 
 
 peers, 
 The juster verdict of posterity sliuU fix them in the orbits of the Great. 
 Therefore dull Zoilus, clamouring ascendant of the hour, 
 Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame : 
 Therefore mocking Monus, offended at the steps of Beauty, ('^) 
 Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne 
 
 among the stars. 
 For, as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, 
 Until that screeiiing Alp have darkened all the canton, — 
 So Fame groweth to its great ones ; tlieir images loom larger in departing : 
 But the shadow of mind is ligiit, and earth is filled with its glory. 
 
 And thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, 
 
 Wouldst thou find applause with men ? — seek it not, nor shun it. 
 
 Ancient fame is roofed in cedar, ;ind her walls are marble : 
 
 Modern fame lodgeth in a hut, a slight and temporary dwelling ; 
 
 La}' not up the treasures of thy soul within so damp a chamber, 
 
 For the moth of detraction f hall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy 
 
 motive ; 
 Or the rust of dishoartcn.ng reserve shah spoil the lustre of thy gold, 
 Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass ; 
 Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, 
 And turn to charge the the ft on thee, a pifferer from them ! 
 
 There is a magnanimity in recklessness of fame, so fame be well deserv- 
 ing. 
 That rusheth on in fearless might, the conscious sense of merit ; 
 And there is a littleness in jealousy of fame, looking as aware of weak- 
 ness, 
 Tiiat creepeth cautiously along, afraid that its title will be challenged. 
 The wild boar, full of beech-mast, flingeth him down among the brambles > 
 Secure in bristly strength, without a watch he sleepeth : 
 But the hare, afraid to feed, croucheth in its own soft form ; 
 Wakefully with timid eyes, and quivering ears, he listeneth. 
 Even so, a giant's might is bound up in the soul of Genius, 
 His neck is strong with coirfidence, and he goeth tusked with power : 
 Sturdily he roameth in the forest, or sunneth him in fen and field,
 
 OF FAME. 171 
 
 And scareth from his marshy lair a host of fearful foes. 
 But there is a mimic talent, whose safety lieth in its quickness, 
 A timorous thing of douhting guile, that scarce can face a friend : 
 This one is captious of reproof, provident to snatch occasion, 
 Greedy of applause, and vexed to lose one tittle of the glory. 
 He is a poor warder of his fame, wlio is ever on the watch to keep it spot- 
 less ; 
 Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. 
 Passive strength shall scorn excuses, patiently waiting a reaction. 
 He wotteth well that truth is great, and must prevail at last : 
 But fretful weakness hastcth to explain, anxiously dreading prejudice, 
 And ignorant that perishable falsehood dieth as a branch cat off. 
 
 Purity of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend 
 
 To prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others ; 
 
 And it shall be small care to the high and happy conscience 
 
 What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools ma}- judge. 
 
 Should the lion turn and rend every snarling jackal. 
 
 Or an eagle be stojiped in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows ? 
 
 Should the palm-tree bend his crown to chide the brier at his feet, 
 
 Nor kindly help its cliaibing, if it hope, and be ambitious ? 
 
 Should the nightingale account it worth her ])ains to vindicate her music, 
 
 Before some .sorry tinches, that affect to judge of song ? 
 
 No : many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur, 
 
 Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame : 
 
 For well they wot that glory shall be tinctured good or evil, 
 
 By the character of those who give it, as wine is flavoured by the wine-skin : 
 
 So that worthy fame floweth only from a worthy fovnitain, 
 
 But from an ill-conditioned troop, the best report is worthless. 
 
 And if the sensibility of genius count his injuries in secret. 
 
 Wisely will he hide the pains a hardened herd would mock ; 
 
 For the great mind well may bo sad to note such littleness in brethren. 
 
 The wliile he is comforted and happy in the firmest assurance of desert. 
 
 Cease awhile, gentle scholar ; — seek other thoughts and themes ; 
 Or dazzling fame with wildfire light will lure us on for ever. 
 For look, all sul)jects of the mind may range beneath its banner, 
 And time would I'ail and patience droop, to count that numerous host. 
 The mine is deep, and brandling wide, — and who can work it out ?
 
 172 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Years of t'longht would leave untokl the boundless topic, Fame. 
 
 Every matter in the universe is linked in suchwise unto others, 
 
 That a deep full treatise upon one thing might reach to the history of all 
 
 things : 
 And before some single thesis had been followed out in all its branches, 
 The wandering thinker would be lost in the pathless forest of existence. 
 What were the matter or the spirit, that hath no part in Fame ? 
 WJiero were the fact irrelevant, or the fancy out of place ? 
 For the handling of that mighty theme should stretch from past to future, 
 Catching np the present on its way, as a traveller burdened with time. 
 All manner of men, their deeds, hopes, fortunes, and ambitions. 
 All manner of events and tilings, climate, circumstance, and custom, 
 Wealth and war, fear and hope, contentment, jealousy, devotion. 
 Skill and learning, truth, falsehood, knowledge of things gone and things 
 
 to come. 
 Pride and praise, honour and dishonour, warnings, eiisamples, emulations, 
 The excellent in virtues, and the reprobate in vice, with the cloud of in- 
 
 dilferent spectators, — 
 Wave on wave with flooding force throng the shoals of thought, 
 Filling that immeasurable theme, the height and depth of Fame. 
 With soul unsatisfied and mind dismayed, my feet have touched the 
 
 threshold. 
 Fain to pour these flowers and fruits an offering on that altar : 
 Lo, how vast the temple, — there are clouds within the dom.e ! 
 Yet miffht the huo-e exnanse bo filled with volumes writ on Fame. 
 
 OF FLATTERY. 
 
 Music is commended of the deaf; — hut is that praise despised? 
 
 I trow not : v.ith flattered soul, the musician heard him gladly. 
 
 Beauty is commended of the blind ; — but is that compliment misliking ? 
 
 I trow not : though false and insincere, woman listened greedily. 
 
 Vacant Folly talketh high of Learning's deepest reason ; 
 
 Is she hated for her hollowness ? — learning held her wiser for the nonce. 
 
 The worldly and the sensual, to gain some end, did homage to religion :
 
 OF FLATTERY. 173 
 
 And tlic good man gave thanks as for a convert, where otliers saw the 
 hypocrite. 
 
 Yet none of these were cheated at the heart, nor steadily believed those 
 
 flatteries ; 
 Tiiey feared tlie core was rotten, while they hoped tlio pkin was sound : 
 But the fruits have so sweet fragrance, and are verily so pleasant to the e3'es, 
 It were an ungracious disenchantment to faid them apjjles cf Sodom. 
 So they laboured to think all honest, winking hard with both their eyes ; 
 And hushed up every whisper that could prove that praise absurd ; 
 They willingly regard not the infirmities that make such worship vain, 
 And palliate to their own fond hearts tlie faults they will not see. 
 For the idol rejoiceth in his incense, and loveth not to shame his suppliants, 
 Should he seek to find them false, his honours die with theirs : 
 An offering is welcome for its own sake, set aside the giver. 
 And praise is precious to a man, though uttered by the parrot or the mock- 
 ing-bird. 
 
 The world is full of fools ; and sycopliancy livetli on tlie foolish : 
 
 So he groweth great and rich, that fawning supple parasite. 
 
 Sometimes he boweth like a reed, cringing to the pompousnesa of pride, 
 
 Sometimes he strutteth as a gallant, pampering the fickleness of vanity : 
 
 I have known him listen with the humble, enacting, silent marveller. 
 
 To liear some purse-proud dunce expound his po\erty of mind : 
 
 I have heard him wrangle with the obstinate, vowing that he will nut be 
 
 convinced, 
 When some weak youth hath wisely feared the chance of ill success : 
 Now, ho will barely bo a winner, — to magnify thy triumphs afterward ; 
 Now, he will liardly be a loser, — but cannot cease to wonder at thy skill : 
 He laiideth his own worth, that tlio leader may have glory in his follower; 
 He meekly confesseth his unworthiness, that the leader may have glory in 
 
 himsell^ 
 Many wiles hath ho, and many modes of catching. 
 But every trap is selfishness, and every bait is praise. 
 
 Come, I would forewarn thee and forearm thee ; for keen are the weapons 
 
 of his warfare ; 
 And, while my soul hath scorned him, I have watclied his skill from far. 
 His thoughts are full of guile, deceitfully combining contrarieties,
 
 174 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And wlion lie doetli bnttlc in a man, he is leagued wit.li traitorous Self-love ; 
 
 Strange things have I noted, and oi)po'<ite to common fancy ; 
 
 We leave the open surface, and would plumb the secret depths. 
 
 For he will magnify a lover even to disparaging his mistress ; 
 
 So much wisdom, goodness, grace, — and all to be enslaved ? 
 
 Till the Narcissus, self-enamoured, whelmed in floods of flattery, 
 
 Is cheated from the constancy and fervency of love l)y friendshi])'s subtle 
 
 praise. 
 Moreover, he will glorify a parent, even to the censure of his child, — 
 O degenerate scion, of a stock so excellent and noble ! 
 Scant will be in well-earned praise of a son before his father ; 
 And rarely commendeth to a mother her daughter's budding beauty : 
 Yet shall he extol the daughter to her father, and Ix? warm about the son 
 
 lie fore his mother ; 
 Knowing that self-love entereth not, to resist applause with jealousies. 
 Wisely is he sparing of hyperbole where vehemence of praise would 
 
 humble. 
 For many a father liketh ill to be counted second to his son : 
 And shrewdly the flatterer hath reckoned on a self still lurking in the 
 
 mother, 
 When his tongue was slow to speak of graces in the daughter. 
 But if he descend a generation, to the grandsire his talk is of the grandson, 
 Because in such high praise he hideth the honours of the son ; 
 And the daughter of a daughter may well exceed, in beauty, love, and 
 
 learning. 
 For unconsciously old age perceived — she cannot be my rival. 
 These are of the deep things of flattery : and many a shallow sycophant 
 Hath marvelled ill that ])raise of children seldom won their parents. 
 This therefore note, unto detection ; flattery can sneer as well as smile ; 
 And a master in the craft wotteth well that his oblique thrust is surest. 
 
 Flattery sticketh like a burr, holding to the soil with anchors, 
 A vital, natural, subtle seed, every where hardy and indigenous. 
 Go to the storehouse of thy memory, and take wliat is i-eadiest to thy hand, — 
 The noble deed, the clever phrase, for which thy pride was flattered : 
 Oh, it hath been dwelt u[)on in solitude, and comforted thy heart in crowds, 
 It hath made thee walk as in a dream, and lifted the head above thy fellows ; 
 It hath compensated montlis of gloom, that minute of sweet sunshine, 
 Drying up the pools of apathy, and kindling the fire of ambition:
 
 OF FLATTERY. 175 
 
 Yea, the flavour of that spice, mingled in tlie cup of hfe, 
 Shall linger even to the dregs, and still be tasted with a welcome ; 
 The dame shall tell her grandchild of her coy and courted youth, 
 And the graybeard prateth of a stranger, thiit praised his task at school. 
 
 Ofttimes to the sluggard and the dull, flattery hath done good service, 
 
 Quickening the mind to emulation, and encouraging the heart that failed. 
 
 Even so, a stimulating poison, wisely tendered by the leech. 
 
 Shall speed the pulse, and rally life, and clieat astonished death. 
 
 For, as a timid swimmer ventureth afloat with bladders. 
 
 Until self-confidence and growth of skill have made him spurn their aid, 
 
 Thus commendation may be prudent, where a child hath ill deserved it ; 
 
 But praise unmerited is flattery, and the cure will bring its cares : 
 
 For thy son may find thee out, and thou shalt rue the remedy : 
 
 Yea rather, where thou canst not [)raise, bo honest in rebuke. 
 
 I have seen the objects of a flatterer mirrored clearly on tlie surface, 
 
 Where self-love scattereth praise to gather praise again. 
 
 This is a commodity of merchandise, words put out at interest ; 
 
 A scheme for canvassing opinions, and tinging them all with partiality. 
 
 He is but a harmless fool ; humour him with pitiful good-nature : 
 
 If a poetaster quote thy song, be thou tender to his poem : 
 
 Did the painter praise thy sketch ? be kind, commend his picture. 
 
 He looketh for a like return ; then thank him with thy praise. 
 
 In these small things, with these small minds, count thou the sycophant 
 
 a courtier. 
 And pay back, as blindly as ye may, the too transparent honour. 
 
 Also, where the flattery is delicate, coming unobtrusive and in season. 
 
 Though thou be susjiicious of its truth, bo generous at least to its gentility. 
 
 The skilful thief of Laceda^mon had praise before his judges, 
 
 As many caitiffs win applause for genius in their calling. 
 
 Moreover, his meaning may bo kind, — and thou art a debtor to his tongue ; 
 
 Hasten well to pay the debt, with charity and shrewdness : 
 
 He must not think thee caught, nor feel himself discovered, 
 
 Nor find thine answering compliment as hollow as his own. 
 
 Though ho bo a smiling enemy, let him heed thee as the fearless and the 
 
 friendly ; 
 A searching look, a poignant word, may prove thou art aware :
 
 176 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Still, with compassion to the frail, though keen to sec his soul, 
 Let him not fear for thy discretion: see thou keep his secret, and thino 
 own. 
 
 However, where tlie flattery i^ gross, a falsehood dear and fulsome, 
 
 Crush the venomous toad, and spare not for a jewel in his head. 
 
 Tell the presumptuous in flattery, that or over lie hespatter thee with praise, 
 
 It might be well to stop and ask hovy httle it were worth : 
 
 Thou hast not solicited his suflVage, — let him not force thee to refuse it ; 
 
 Look to it, man, thy fence is foiled, — and thus we spoil the i)lot. 
 
 Self-knowledge goeth armed, girt with many waapons, 
 
 But carrieth whip for flattery, to lash it hke a slave : 
 
 But the dunce in that great science goeth as a greedy tunny. 
 
 To gorge both bait and hook, unheeding all but appetite : 
 
 He smelleth praise and swalloweth, — yea, though it be i)alpable and plain ; 
 
 Say unto him. Folly thou art Wisdom, — he will bless thee for thy lie. 
 
 Flatterer, thou shalt rue thy trade, tliough it hath many present gains ; 
 Those varnished wares may sell apace, yet shall they spoil thy credit. 
 Thine is the intoxicating cup, which whoso drinketh it shall nauseate ; 
 Thine is trickery and cheating ; but deception never pleased for long. 
 And though, while fresh, thy fragrance seemed even as the dews of charity, 
 Yet afterward it fouled thy censer, as with savour of stale smoke. 
 Fiif t'ic great mind detected thee at once, answering thine emptiness with 
 
 He saw thy self-interested zeal, and was not cozened by vain-glory : 
 
 And the little mind is bloated with the praise, scorning him v.'ho gave it, 
 
 A fool shall turn to bo tliy tyrant, if thou hast dubbed him great : 
 
 And the medium mind of conimorr men, loving first tliy miisic, 
 
 After, when the liarmonies are done, shall feel small comfort in their 
 
 echoes ; 
 For either he sljall know thee false, conscious of contrarj' doser\-ings. 
 And, hating thee for falsehood, soon will scorn himself for truth ; 
 Or, if in aught to toilsome merit honest praise be dae, 
 Though for a season, belike, his weakness hatli been raptured at thy 
 
 witching. 
 Shall he not speedily perceive, to the vexing of his disappointed spirit, 
 That thine exaggerative tongue had robbed iiim of fair fame ? 
 Thou hast paid in forger's coins, and he hath earned true money :
 
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 For tlie substance of just praise thou hast put him ofF with sliadows of the 
 
 sycophant. 
 Thou art all things to all men, for ends false and selfish, 
 Therefore shnJt be nothing unto any one, when those thine ends are seen. 
 
 Turn aside, J'oung scholar, turn from the song of Flatter}' ! 
 
 She hath the Siren's musical voice, to ravish and betray. 
 
 Her tongue droppeth honey, but it is the honey of Anticyra ; 
 
 Her face is a mask of facination, but there hideth deformity behind ; 
 
 Her coming is the presence of a queen, heralded by courtesy and beauty, 
 
 But, going away, her train is held by the hideous dwarf. Disgust. 
 
 Know thyself, thy evil as thy good, and flattery shall not harm thcc : 
 
 Yea, her speech shall be a warning, a humbling, and a guide. 
 
 For wherein thou lackost most, there chiefly will the sycophant commend 
 
 thee, 
 And then most warmly will congratulate, when a man hath least deserved. 
 Behold, she is doubly a traitor ; and will underrate her victim's best, 
 That, to the comforting of conscience, she may plead his worse for better. 
 
 Therefore is she dangerous, — as every lie is dangerous : 
 
 Believe her tales, and perish ; if thou act upon such counsel. 
 
 Her aims are thine, not thee ; thy wealth, and not tliy welfare ; 
 
 Thy sufl"rage, not thy safety ; thine aid, and not thine honour. 
 
 Moreover, with those aims insured, ceaseth all her glozing ; 
 
 She hatli used thee as a handle, — but her hand was wise to turn it : 
 
 Thus will .she glorify her skill, that it deftly caught thy kindness. 
 
 Thus win she scorn thy kindness, so pliable and easy to her skill. 
 
 And then, the flatterer will turn to be thy foe, the bitterest and hottest, 
 
 Because he oweth thee much hate to pay ofi^many hiimblings. 
 
 Thinkest thou now that he is high, he loveth the remembrance of his low- 
 liness. 
 
 The servile manner, the dependent smile, the conscience self-abased ? 
 
 No, this hour is his own, and the flatterer will be found a busy mocker ; 
 
 He that hath salved thee with his tongue shall now gnash upon thee with 
 his teeth. 
 
 Yea, he will be leader in the laugh, — silly one, to listen to thy lo?s. 
 
 We scarce had hoped to lime and take another of the fools of flattery. 
 
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 178 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 At the liU't ; liave charily, young scliolar, — yoa, to tlie sycophant convicted ', 
 
 Be not a Brutus to tliyself, nor stern in thine own cause. 
 
 Pardon exaggerated praise ; for there is a natural impulse 
 
 Spurring on the nobler mind, to colour facts by feelings : 
 
 Take an indulgent view of each man's interest in self, 
 
 Be large and liberal in excuses ; is not that infirmity thine own ? 
 
 Search tliy sonl and be imuiblc ; and mercy abideth with luunility ; 
 
 So that, yea, the insincere, may fmd the pitiful, and love thee. 
 
 ?*Iildly put aside, witliont rudeness of repulse, the pampering hand of flat- 
 tery. 
 
 For courtesy and kindness have gone beneath its guise, and ill shouldst 
 thou rebuke them. 
 
 Thou, art incapable of tlioft : but flowers in t!ie garden of a. friend 
 
 Are thi:;e to pluck Vi-itli confidence, and it were unfriendliness to hesitiite ; 
 
 Thou abhorrest flattery : but a generous excess in praise 
 
 Is thine to yield with hone^^t heart, and false were the charity to doubt it ; 
 
 The difforcnco lieth in thine aim ; kindliness and good are of charity, 
 
 But selfis'i; harmful, vile, and bad, is flattery's evil end. 
 
 OF NEGLECT. 
 
 Gknerous and righteoii- is thy grief, slighted child of scn^^ibility ; 
 For kindliness enkindleth love, but the waters of indilTercnce quench it ; 
 Thy soul is athrist for sympathy, and hungereth to find aflection. 
 The tender scions of tliy heart yearn for the sunshine of good feeling ; 
 And it is an evil thing and bitter, w-]icn the cheerful face of Charity, 
 Going forth gayly in the morning to woo the world with smiles, 
 Is met by those wayfaring men with coldness, suspicion, aud repulse. 
 And tui'neth. into hard dead stone at the Gorgon visage of Neglect. 
 
 brother, warm and young, covetous of others' favour, 
 
 1 see thee checked and cliilled, sorrowing for censure or forgetfulness. 
 Let coarse and common minds despise — that wounding of thy vanity, 
 Alas, I note a sorer cause, the blighting of thy love ; 
 
 Let the callous sensual deride thee, — disappointed of thy praise,
 
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 Alas, thou na?l a jiister grief, defrauded of their kindness : 
 It is a theme for tears to feel the soft heart hardenin-r, 
 The frozen breath of apathy sealing up the fountain of affection ; 
 It is a pang keen only to the best, to bo injured well-deserving. 
 And slumbering Neglect is injury, — could ye not watcl) one hour ? 
 When God himself complained, it was that none regarded, 
 And indifference bowed to the rebuke, Thou gavcst Me no kiss when I 
 came in. 
 
 IMoreover, praise is good ; honour is a treasure to he hoarded ; 
 A good man's praise foreshadoweth God's, and in His smile is heaven : 
 But men walk on in hardihood, steeling their sinfulness to censure, 
 And where rebuke is ridiculed, the love of praise were an in.firmity ; 
 The judge tliou heedest not in fear, cannot have deep h.omage of thy hope, 
 And who then is tiie wise of this v/orld, that will ov.n he trembleth at his 
 
 fellows ? 
 Calm, careless, and insensible, he mocketh blame or calumny, 
 Neither should his dignity bo huml:)!ed to some pittance of their praise : 
 The rather, lot false pride affect to trample on the treasure 
 Which evermore in secret strength unconquered Nature prizeth ; 
 Rather, shall he stifle now the rising bliss of triumph. 
 Lest after, in the world's Neglect, he must acknowledge bitterness. 
 
 For lo, tliat world is wide, a huge and crowded contiac.it, 
 
 Its brazen sun is mammon, and its iron soil is care, 
 
 A world full of men, where eacli man clingeth to his idol ; 
 
 A world full uf men, where eacli man cherisheth his sorrow ; 
 
 A world full of men, multitude shoaling upon multitude ; 
 
 A surging sea, where every wave is burdened with an argosy of self; 
 
 A boundless l;each, where every stone is a separate microscopic world ; 
 
 A forest of innumerable trees, where every root is independent. 
 
 What then is tlie marvel or the shame, if units bo lost among the million ? 
 
 Canst thou reasonably murmur, if a leaf drop off unnoticed ? 
 
 Wondrous in architecture, intricate and beautifid, delicately tinged and 
 
 scented, 
 Exquisite of feeling and mysterious in life, none cared for its growth, or 
 
 its decay : 
 None ? yea, — no one of its fellows, — nor cedar, palm, nor bramble, —
 
 180 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 None ? its twinborn brother scarcely missed it from the spray : 
 None ? — if none indeed, then man's neglect were bitterness ; 
 And life a land without a s\m, a globe witliout a God ! 
 Yea, flowers in the desert, there be that love your beauty ; 
 Yea, jewels in the sea, there be that prize your brightness ; 
 Children of unmerited oblivion, there be tliat watch and woo you, 
 And many tend your sweets, with gentle ministering care : 
 Thronging spirits of the happy, and the ever present Good One, 
 Yearning seek those precious things man liath not heart to love ; 
 Gems of the humblest or the highest, pure and patient in their kind, 
 Th-e souls unhardened by ill-usage, and uncorrupt by luxury. 
 
 And ye, poor desolates unsunned, toilers in the dark damp mine, 
 Wearied daughters of oppression, crushed beneath the car of avarice, 
 There be that count your tears, — ho hath numbered the hairs of thy 
 
 head, — 
 There be that can forgive your ill with kind considerate pity: 
 Count ye this for comfort. Justice hath her balances, 
 And ye-t another world can compensate for all : 
 Tiie daily martyrdom of patience shall not be wanting of reward ; 
 Duty is a prickly shrub, but its flower will bs happiness and glory. 
 
 Y'e too, the friendless, yet dependent, that find nor home nor lover, 
 Sad imprisoned hearts, captive to the net of circumstance, — 
 And ye, too harshly judged, noble unappreciated intellects. 
 Who, capable of highest, lowlier fix your just ambition in content. 
 And chiefest, ye famished infants of tin poor, toiling for your parents' bread. 
 Tired, and sore, and uncomfortcd the while, for want of love and learning. 
 Who struggle with the pitiless machine in dull continuous conflict, 
 Tasked by iron men, v\'ho care for nothing but your labour, — 
 Be ye long-suffering and courageous ; abide the will of Heaven : 
 God is on your side ; all things are tenderly remembered : 
 His servants here' shall help you ; and where those fail you through Neg- 
 lect, 
 His kingdom still hath time and space for ample discriminative Justice : 
 Yea, though utterly on this bad earth ye lose both right and mercy. 
 The tears that we forgat to note, our God shall wipe away. 
 
 Nevertheless, kind spirit, susceptible and guileless,
 
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 Mcel; uncherished clove, in a carrion flock of fowls, 
 
 Sensitive mimosa, shrinking from the winds that help to root the fir, 
 
 Fragile nautilus, shi])wrecked in the gale whereat the conch is glad, 
 
 Thy sharp peculiar grief is imcomforted by hope of compensation. 
 
 For it is a delicate and spiritual wound, vvhich the probe of pity bruisethj 
 
 Yet hear how many thoughts extenuate its pain ; 
 
 Even while a kindred heart can sorrow for its presence. 
 
 For the sting of neglect is in this, — that such as we are, all forget us, 
 
 That men and women, kith and kin, so lightly heed of other : 
 
 Sym.pathy is lacking from the guilty such as we, even where angels 
 
 minister. 
 And souls of line accord must prize a fellow-sinner's love : 
 For the worst love those who love them, and the best claim heart for heart, 
 And it is a holy thirst to long for love's requital : 
 Hard it will be, hard and sad, to love and be unloyed. 
 And many a thorn is thrust into the side of him that is forgotten. 
 The oppressive silence of reserve, the frost of failing friendship, 
 Affection blighted by repulse, or chilled by shallow courtesy. 
 The unaided struggle, the unconsidered grief, the unestecmed self-sacrifice, 
 The gift, dear evidence of kindness, long due, but never offered, 
 Tlic glance estranged, the letter flung aside, the greeting ill received. 
 The services of unobtrusive care unthanked, perchance unheeded. 
 These things, v/hich hard men mock at, rend the feelings of the tender. 
 For the delicate tissue of a spiritual mind is torn by those sharp barbs ; 
 The coldness of a trusted friend, a plentitude ending in vacuity. 
 Is as if tnc stable world had burst a hollow bubble. 
 
 But, consider cliild of sensibility ; the lot of men is labour. 
 
 Labour for the mouth, or labour in tlie sjiirit, labour stern and individual. 
 
 Worldly cares and worldly hopes exact the thoughts of all. 
 
 And there is a necessary selfishness rooted in each mortal breast. 
 
 The plans of prudence, or the v/hisperings of pride, or all-absorbing re- 
 veries of love. 
 
 Ambition, grief, or fear, or joy, set each man for himself: 
 
 Therefore, the centre of a cycle, whereunto all the universe convcrgeth. 
 
 Is seen in follen solitude, the naked selfish heart : 
 
 Stripped of conventional deceptions, untrammelled from tliG hamoas of 
 society, 
 
 We all may read one little word engraved on all we do ;
 
 182 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Other men, what are they unto ns ? the age, the mass, tlie million, — 
 
 We segregate distinct from generalities, that isolated particle, a self: 
 
 It is the very law of our life, a law for soul and body, 
 
 An earthly law for earthly men, toiling in responsible probation. 
 
 For each is the all unto himself, disguise it as we may, 
 
 Each infinite, each most precious ; yet even as a nothing to his neighbour. 
 
 O consider, \vc bo crowding up an avenue, tripped in the decoy of time, 
 
 Behind us the irrevocable past, before us the illimitable future, 
 
 What wonder is tliere, if the traveller, wayworn, hopeful, fearful, 
 
 Burdened himself, so lightly heed the burden of his brother ? 
 
 How shouldst thou marvel and be sad that the pilgrims trouble not to learn 
 
 thee, 
 When each hvlh to master for himself the lessons of life and immortality ? 
 
 Moreover, what art thou, — so vainly impatient of neglect. 
 
 Where then is thy worthiness, that so thou claimest honour ? 
 
 Let tlie true judgment of Iiumility reckon up thine ill deserts, 
 
 How little is there to be loved, hov/ much to stir up scorn ? 
 
 The double heart, the bitter tongue, the rash and erring spirit, 
 
 Be these, ye purest among men, your passports into favour ? 
 
 It is mercy in the Merciful, and justice in the Just, to be jealous of his 
 
 creature's love, 
 But how should evil or duplicity arrogate affection to itself? 
 Where love is happiness and duty, to be jealous of that love is godlike. 
 But who can reverence the guilty ? who findeth pleasure in the mean ? 
 Check the presumption of thy hopes : thankfully take refuge in obscurity, 
 Or, if thou claimest merit, thy sin shall be proclaimed upon the housetops. 
 
 Yet again : consider them of old, the good, the great, the learned, 
 
 Who have blessed the world by wisdom, and glorified their God by purity, 
 
 Did those speed in favour ? were they the loved and the admired ? 
 
 Was every prophet h:id in honour ? and every deserving one remembered 
 
 to Iiis praise ? 
 What shall I say of yonder band, a glorious cloud of witnesses, 
 The scorned, defamed, insulted, — ^but the excellent of earth ? 
 It were weariness to count up noble nam.es, neglected in their lives, 
 Whom none esteemed, nor cared to love, till deatli had sealed them his. 
 For good men are the health of the world, valued only when it perisheth, 
 Like water, light, and air, ail precious in their absence.
 
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 Wlio hath considered the blessing of his breath, till the poison of an asthma 
 
 struck him ? 
 Wlio iiath regarded the just puises of his Iieart, till spasm or paralysis 
 
 have stopped them ? 
 Even thus, an unobserved routine of daily grace and wisdom, 
 When no more here, hud Vvorship of a world, whose penitence atoned for 
 
 its neglect. 
 And living genius is seen among inflrmities, whcrefrom tlie commoner are 
 
 free ; 
 And other rival men of mind crowd this arena of contention ; 
 And there be many cares ; and a man knoweth little of his brother ; 
 Feebly we appreciate a motive, and slowly keep pace with a feeling ; 
 And social difference is much ; and experience teacheth sadly, 
 How great the treachery of friends, hov/ dangerous the courtesy of enemies. 
 So, the sum of all these things operateth largely upon all men. 
 Hedging us about with thorns, to cramp our yearning sympathies, 
 And we grow materialized in mind, forgetting what we see not, 
 But, imm.srsed in perceptions of the present, keep things absent out of 
 
 thouglit : 
 Thus, wliere ingratitude, and guilt, and labour, and selfishness would 
 
 harJen, 
 Humbly will the good man bov.', uinnurmuring, to Neglect. 
 
 Yet once more, griever at Neglect, hear me to tlTy comfort, or rebuke : 
 For, after all thy just complaint, the world is full of love. 
 O heart of childhood, tender, trusting, and affectionate, 
 O youth, warm youth, full of generous attentions, 
 O woman, self-forgetting woman, poetry of human life ; 
 And not less thou, O man, so often the disinterested brother, 
 Many a smile of love, many a tear of pity, 
 Many a word of comfort, many a deed of magnanimity. 
 Many a strc;im of milk and honey pour ye freely on the earth. 
 And nrniy a rosebud of love rejoiceth in the dew of your affection. 
 Neglect ? O liberal world, for thine are many prizes : 
 Neglect ? () charitable world, whore thousands feed on bounty ; 
 Neglect ? O just world, for thy judgments err not often ; 
 Neglect ? O libel on a world, where half that world is woman ! 
 Where is the afllicted, whose voice, once heard, stirreth not a host of coin.- 
 fortcrs ?
 
 184 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Where is the sick untcndcd, or in prison, and tlicy visited hiin not ? 
 
 The hnngry is fed, and the thirsty satisfied, till ability set hmits to the 
 
 will," 
 And these who did it unto them, have done it unto God ! 
 For human benevolence is large, though many matters dwarf it, 
 Prudence, ignorance, imposture, and the straitenings of circumstance and 
 
 time. 
 And if to the body, so to the mind, the mass of men are generous : 
 Their estimate who know us best, is seldom seen to en* : 
 Be sure the fliult is thine, as pride, or shallowness, or vanity, 
 If all around thee, good and bad, neglect thy seeming merit : 
 No man yet deserved, wb.o found not some to love him ; 
 And he that never kept a friend need only blame himself: 
 Many for unworthiness will droop and die, but all are not unworthy ; 
 It must indeed be cold clay soil that killeth every seed. 
 Therefore examine thy state, O self-accounted martyr of Neglect, 
 It may be, thy merit is a cubit, and thy measure thereof a furlong : 
 I5ut grant it greater than thy thoughts, and grant that men thy fellows 
 For pleasure, business, or interest, misuse, forget, neglect thee, — 
 Still be thou conqueror in this, the consciousness of high deservings ; 
 Let it suffice thee to be worthy ; faint not thou for praise ; 
 For that thou art, be grateful ; go humbly even in thy confidence ; 
 And set thy foot on the neck of an enemy so harmless as Neglect. 
 
 OF CONTENTMENT. 
 
 Godliness with Contentment, — these be the pillars of felicity, 
 Jachin, wherewithal it is established, and Boaz, in the which is strength : (") 
 And upo:i their capit;ils is lily-work, the lotus fruit and flower, 
 Those fair and fragrant types of holiness, innocence, and beauty ; 
 Great gain pertaineth to the pillars, nets and chains of wreathen gold. 
 And they stand up straight in the temple porch, the house v/here Glory 
 dwelleth. 
 
 The body cravetli meats, and tha spirit is athirst for peacefulness ; 
 He that hath these, hath enough ; for all beyond is vanity.
 
 OF C0NTENTMEI;T. 185 
 
 Surfeit vaulteth over pleasure, to light upon the hither side of pnin ; 
 
 Antl great store is great care, the rather if it mightily increaseth. 
 
 Albeit too little is a trouble, yet too iiiucli shall swell into an evil, 
 
 If wisdom stand not nigh to moderate the wishes : 
 
 For covctousncss never had enough, but nioanelh at its wants for ever, 
 
 And rich men have commonly more need to be taught contentment tiian 
 
 the poor. 
 Tiiat hungry chr.sm in their market-place gapcth stiil unsatisfied, 
 Yea, fling in all the wealth of Rome, — it asketh higher victims ; 
 So, when the miser's gold cannot fdl tlie measure of his lust, 
 Curtius must leap into the pit, and avarice shall close upon his life. ('*) 
 
 Behold Independence in Iiis rags, all too easily contented, 
 
 Careful for nothing, thankful for much, and uncomplaining in his poverty ; 
 
 Such an one have I somewhile seen earn his crust v/ith gladness : 
 
 He is a gatherer of simples, culling wild herbs upon the hills : 
 
 And now, as he sitteth on the beach, with his mortherless child beside him, 
 
 To rest them in the cheerful siui, and sort tiieir mints and horehound, — 
 
 Tell m'_'. can ye find upon his forehead the cloud of covetous anxiety, 
 
 Or note the dull unkindled eyes of sated sons of pleasure ? — 
 
 For there is more joy of life v/ith tliat poor picker of the ditches, 
 
 Than among the multitude of wealthy who wed their gains to discontent. 
 
 I have seen many rich, burdened with tlie fear of poverty; 
 
 I have seen many poor, buoyed v.ith all the carelessnf^ss of wealth ; 
 
 For the rich had the spirit of a pauper, and the moneyless a libera! heart ; 
 
 The first enjoyeth not for having, and the latter liath notijing but enjoy- 
 ment. 
 
 None is poor but t'le moan in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbe- 
 lieving ; 
 
 None is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and flo'.vcth over. 
 
 The poor-rich is attenuate for fears, the rich-poor is fattened upon hopes; 
 
 Cheerfulness is one man's welcome, and the otlier warneth from him by 
 his gloom. 
 
 Many poor have the pleasures of the ricli, even in their own possessions ; 
 
 And many rich miss the poor man's comforts, and yet feel all his cares. 
 
 Liberty is affluence, and the Helots of anxiety never can be counted wejtl- 
 thy; 
 
 But he that is disenthralled from fear, gocth for tlie time a king ;
 
 186 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 He is royal, great, and opulent, living free of fortune, 
 And looking on the world as owner of its good, the Maker's child and heir: 
 Whereas the covetous is slavish, a very Midas in his avarice. 
 Full of dismal dreams, and starved amongst his treasures : 
 The ceaseless spur of discontent goaded him with instant apprehension, 
 And his thirst for gold could never be quenched, for he drank with the 
 throat of Crassus. (") 
 
 Vanity and dreary disappointment, care, and weariness and envy ; 
 
 Vanity is graven upon all tilings ; wisely spake the preacher. 
 
 For ambition is a burning mountain, thrown up amid the turbid sea, 
 
 A Stromboli in sullen pride above the hissing waves : 
 
 And the statesman climbing there, forgetful of his patriot intentions. 
 
 Shall hate the strife of each rough step, or ever he hath toiled midway ; 
 
 And every truant from his home, the happy home of duty. 
 
 Shall live to loathe his eminence of cares, that seething smoke and lava. 
 
 Contentment is the temperate repast, flowing with milk and honey ; 
 
 Ambition is the drunken orgy, fed by liquid flames ; 
 
 A black and bitter frown is stamped upon the forehead of Ambition, 
 
 But fair Contentment's angel-face is rayed with winning smiles. 
 
 There was in Tyre a merchant, the favourite child of fortune. 
 An opulent man with many ships, to trade in many climes ; 
 And he rose up earl}"^ to his merchandise, after feverish dreaming, 
 And lay down late to his hot unrest, overwhelmed with calculated cares. 
 So, day by day, and month by month, and year by year, he gained ; 
 And grew gray, and waxed great ; for money brought him all things. 
 All things ? — verily not all ; the kernel of the nut is lacking, — 
 His mind was a stranger to content, and as for Peace, he knew her not : 
 Luxuries palled upon his palate, and his eyes were satiate with purple ; 
 He could coin much gold, but buy no happiness with it. 
 And on a day, a day of dread, in the heat of inordinate ambition. 
 When he threw with a gambler's hand, to lose or to double his posses- 
 sions, 
 The chance hit him, — he had speculated ill, — and men began to whisper ; — 
 Those he trusted, foiled ; and their usuries had bribed him deeply : 
 One ship foundered out at sea, — and another met the pirate, — 
 And so, with broken fortunes, men discreetly shunned him. 
 He was a stricken stag, and went to hide away in solitude,
 
 OF CONTENTMENT. 187 
 
 And there in Immility, he thought, — lie resolved, and proinptly acted : 
 From the \\ reck of ali his splendours, from the dregs of the goblet of afflu- 
 ence, 
 lie saved with management a morsel and a drop, for his daily cup and 
 
 platter : 
 And lo, that little was enough, and in enough was competence : 
 His cares were gone, — he slept by night, and lived at peace by day : 
 Cured of his guilty selfishness, — money's love, envy, competition, — 
 He lived to be thankful in a cottage that he had lost a palace : 
 For he found in his abasement, uhat he vainly had sought in high estate. 
 Both mind and body well at ease, though robed in the russet of the lowly. 
 
 Once more ; a certain priest, happy in his high vocation, 
 
 With faith, and hope, and charity, well served his village altar ; 
 
 As men count riches, he was poor ; but great were his treasures in hea\'en. 
 
 And great his joys on earth, for God's sake doing good : 
 
 He had few cares and many consolations, one of the welcome every where ; 
 
 The labourer accounted him his friend, and magnates did him honour at 
 
 their table : 
 \\'ith a large heart and little means he still made many grateful, 
 And felt as the centre of a circle, of comfort, calmness, and content. 
 But on a weaker Sabbath, — lor he preached jjoth well and wisely, — 
 Some casual hearer loudly praised his great neglected talents : 
 Why should he be buried in obscurity, an4 throw these pearls to swine ? 
 Could he not still be doing good. — the whilst he pushed his fortunes ? 
 Then came temptation, even on the spark of discontent ; 
 The neighbouring town had a pulpit to be filled ; hotly did he canvass and 
 
 won it : 
 Now was he popular and courted, and listened to the spell of admiration. 
 And toiled to please the taste, rather tlnn to jiierce the conscience. 
 Greedily he sought, and seeking found, the patronizing notice of the gi'cat; 
 He thirsted for emoluments and honours, and counted rich men happy : 
 So he flattered, so he preached ; and gold and fame flowed in ; 
 They flowed in, — he was reaping his reward, — and he felt himself a fool. 
 Alas, what a shadow was he following, — how precious was the substance 
 
 he had left ! 
 Man for God, gold for good, this was his miserable bargain. 
 The village church, its humble flock, and humbler parish priest. 
 Zeal, devotion, and approving heaven, — his books, and simple life,
 
 188 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 His little farm ami flower-beds, — his recreative rambles with a friend, 
 And haply at the eventide the leaping trouts, to liclp their humble fare,— 
 All these Vv-retchedly oxcluuiged for what the \\-orld called fortune. 
 With the havrovviny conscience of a stjite relapsed to vain ambition«. 
 Tiien, for God was gracious to his soul, his better thoughts returned, 
 And better aims with better thoughts, his holy walk of old. 
 Sickened of style, and ostentation, and the dissipative fashions of society. 
 He deserted from the ranks of 3Iammon, and renewed his allegiance to 
 
 God : 
 For he found that the jjraises of men. and all that gold can give, 
 Arc not worthy to be named against godliness and calm contentment. 
 
 OF LI F E . 
 
 A CHILD -was playing in a garden, a merry little child, 
 Bounding with triumphant health, and full of happy fancie? ; 
 llis kite was floating in the sunshine, — but lie tied the string to a twi^, 
 And ran umc>ng the roses to catch a new-born butterfly ; 
 His b.orn-book lay up(jn a bank, but the pretty truant hid it, 
 Buried up in gathered grass, and moss, and sweet wild-thyme ; 
 He launched a i;aper boat npon*lhe fountain, — then wayv.ard turned aside, 
 To twnne some vagrant jessamines about the dripping marble : 
 So, in various pastime, shadowing the schemes of manhood, 
 That curly-headed boy consumed the golden hours : 
 And 1 blessed his glowing face, envying the rnerry little child. 
 As he shouted v.ith the ecstasy of being, clapping his hands for joyfulness : 
 For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is happiness and hope. 
 Thy days are brlglit. thy flowers are sweet, and pleasure the condition of 
 thy gift. " 
 
 A youth was walking in the moonlight, vjalking not alone, « 
 
 For a fair and gentle maid leant on his trembling arm : 
 
 Their whispering was still of beauty, and the light of love was in their 
 
 eyes. 
 Their twin young hearts had not a thought unvowed to love and beauty :
 
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 The stars, and the sleeping world, and the guardian eye of God, 
 
 The murmur of the distant waterfall, and nightingales warbling in the 
 
 thicket. 
 Sweet speech of years to come, and promises of fondest hope , 
 And more, a present gladness in each other's trust ; 
 All these fed their souls with the hidden manna of affection, 
 While their faces shone beatified in the radiance of refleciod Eden : 
 I gazed on that fond youth, and coveted his heart, 
 Attuned to holiest symphonies, with music in its strings ; 
 For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is love and beantv ; 
 Thy joys are full, tliy looks most fair, thy feelings pure and sensitive. 
 
 A man sat beside his merchandise, a careworn altered man, 
 
 His waking hope, his nightly fear, were money and its losses : 
 
 Rarely was the laugh upon the cheek, except in bitter scorn, 
 
 For his foolishness of heart, and the lie of its romance, counting Love a 
 
 treasure. 
 Ilis talk is of stern Reality, chilling unimaginative facts, 
 The dull material accidents of this sensual body ; 
 Lucrcless honour were contemptible, impoverished affection bu.t a pauper's 
 
 riches. 
 Duty, struggling unrewarded, the bargain of a cheated fool ; 
 The market- value of a fancy must be measured by the gain it bringeth, 
 No man is fed, or clothed by fame, or love, or duty : — 
 So toiled he day by day, that cold and joyless man ; 
 I gazed upon his haggard face, and sorrowed for the change : 
 For I said, Surely, O Life, thy name is care and weariness, 
 Thy soul is parched, thy winds are fierce, and the suns above thee har- 
 dening. 
 
 A withered elder lay upon his bed, a desolate man and feeble ; 
 His thoughts were of the past, the early past, the bygone days of youth: 
 Bitterly repented he the years stolen by the god of this world : 
 Remembering the maiden of his love, and the heart-stricken wife of his 
 
 selfishness. 
 For the sunshiny morning of life came agiiin to him a vivid truth, 
 But the years of toil as a long dim dream, a cloudy blighted noon : 
 He saw the luitting schoolboy, but forgat the speculative merchant; 
 The callous calculating husband was shamed by the generous lover :
 
 190 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 He knew that the weeds of worldliness, and the smoky breath of Mammon 
 Had choked and killed those tender shoots, his yearnings after honour and 
 
 affection : 
 So was he sick at heart, and my pity strove to cheer him, 
 But a deep and dismal gulf lay between comfort and his soul. 
 Then I said. Surely, O Life, thy name is vanity and sorrow, 
 Thy storms at noon are many, and thine eventide is clouded by remorse. 
 
 Now, when I thought upon these things, my heart was grieved within me : 
 I wept with bitterness of speech, and these were the words of my com- 
 plaining : 
 " Wherefore then must happiness and love wither into care and vanity, — 
 Wherefore is the bud so beautiful, but flower and fruit so blighted ? 
 Hard is the lot of man ; to be lured by the meteor of romance, 
 Only to be snared, and to sink, in the turbid mud-pool of reality." 
 
 Suddenly, a light, — and a rushing presence, — and a consciousness of 
 
 something near mo, — 
 I trembled, and listened, and prayed : then I knew the Angel of Life : 
 Vague, and dimly visible, mine eye could not behold him. 
 As, calmly unimpassioned, he looked upon an erring creature : 
 Unseen, ray spirit apprehended him ; though he spake not, yet I heard ; 
 For a sympathetic communing with Him flashed upon my mind electric. 
 
 Pensioner of God, be grateful ; the gift of Life is good : 
 
 The life of heart, and life of soul, mingled with life for the body. 
 
 Gladness and beauty are its just inheritance, — tlie beauty thou hast 
 
 counted for romance : 
 And guardian spirits weep that seliishness and sorrow should destroy it. 
 Thou hast seen the natural blessing marred into a curse by man ; 
 Come then, in favour will I show thee the proper excellence of life. 
 Keep thou purity, and watch against suspicion, — love shall never perish ; 
 Guard thine innocency spotless, and the buoyancy of childhood shall remain. 
 Sweet ideals feed the soul, thoughts of loveliness delight it ; 
 The chivalrous aflection of uncalculating youth lacketh not honourable 
 
 wisdom. 
 Charge not folly on invisibles, that render thee happier and purer : 
 The fair frail visions of Romance have a use beyond the maxims of the 
 
 Real.
 
 OF LIFE. 191 
 
 Behold, a ptitritirch of years, v/ho leaneth on the staff of religion ; 
 
 His heart is fresh, quick to feel, a bursting fount of generosity ; 
 
 He, playful in his wisdom, is gladdened in his children's gladness : 
 
 He, pure in his experience, loveth in his son's first love : 
 
 Lofty aspirations, deep affections, holy hopes are his delight ; 
 
 His abhorrence is to strip from Life its charitable garment of Ideal. 
 
 The cold and callous sneerer, who heedeth of the merely practical, 
 
 And mocketh at good uses in imaginary things, that man is his scorn ; 
 
 The hard unsyrapathizing modern, filled with facts and figures. 
 
 Cautious and coarse, and materialized in mind, that man is his pity. 
 
 Passionate thirst for gain never hath burnt within his bosom ; 
 
 The leaden chains of that dull lust have not bound him prisoner : 
 
 The shrewd world laughed at him for honesty, the vain world mouthed at 
 
 liim for honour. 
 The false world hated him for truth, tlie cold world despised him for 
 
 affection . 
 Still, he kept his treasure, the warm and noble heart, 
 And in that happy wise old man sur^ive the child and lover. 
 For human Life is as Chian wine, flavoured unto him who drinkcth it, 
 Delicate fragrance comforting the soul, as needful siibstance for the body : 
 Therefore, see thou art pure and guileless ; so shall thy Realities of Life 
 Be sweetened, and tempered, and gladdened by the wholesome spirit of 
 
 Romance. 
 
 Dost thou live, man, dost thou live, — or only breathe and labour ? 
 
 Art thou free, or enslaved to a routine, the daily machinery of habit ? 
 
 For one man is quickened into Life, where thousands exist as in a torpor, 
 
 I'eeding, toiling, sleeping, an insensate weary round : 
 
 The plough, or the ledger, or the trade, with animal cares and indolence, 
 
 TiTake the mass of vital years a heavy lump unleavened. 
 
 Drowsily lie down in thy dullness, fettered with the irons of circumstance, 
 
 Thou wilt not wake to think and feel a minute in a month. 
 
 The epitome of common life is seen in the common opitapii, 
 
 Born on such a day, and- dead on such another, with an interval of three- 
 score years. 
 
 For time hath been wasted on the senses, to tlK> hourly diminishing of 
 spirit ; 
 
 Lean is the soul and pinetli, in the midst of abundance for tiie body : 
 
 He forgat the world to which he tended, and a creature's true nobility,
 
 192 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Nor wished tliat liope and wholesome fear should stir him from liis hardened 
 
 satisfaclion. 
 And thi:5 is death in life ; (o bo sunk beneath tlic waters of the Actual, 
 Without one feebly-struggling sense of an airier spiritual realm : 
 Affection, fancy, feeling — dead ; imagination, conscience, f;uth, 
 All wilfully expunged, till tliey leave the man mere carcass. 
 See thou livest, whiles tliou art : for heart must live, and soul, 
 But care and sloth and sin and self, combine to kill that life. 
 A man will grow to an automaton, an appendage to the counter or the 
 
 desk, 
 If mind and spirit !>e not roused to raise the plodding groveller: 
 Then praise God for Sabbaths, for books, and dreams, and pains, 
 For the recreative face of nature, and the kindling charities of home ; 
 And remombrr. thou that labourest, — thy leism-e is not loss, 
 If it help to expose and undermiiie that solid falsehood, the Material. 
 
 Life i^ a stranpfe avenue of various trees and flowers ; 
 
 Lightsome at coaiinoncemenf, but darkening to its end in a distant massy 
 
 ■ portil. 
 It hegipincth as a little path, edged with the violet anil primrose, 
 A little path of lawny grass, and soft to tiny feet : 
 Soon, spring thistles in the way, those early griefs of school, 
 And fruit-trees ranged on either hand ehovv holiday delights : 
 Anon, the rose and the mimosa hint at sensitive aflection. 
 And vipers hide among the grass, and briers are woven in the liedges : 
 iSiiortly, staked along in order, stand the slender saplings, 
 While hollow hemlock and tall ferns fJl the frequent interval : 
 So advancing, quaintly mi-xed, majestic line the way 
 Sturdy oaks, and vigorous elms, the beech and forest-pine : 
 And here the road is rough witli rocks, wide, and scant of herbage, 
 The sun is hot in heaven, and the ground is cleft and parcheJ : 
 And many-times a hollow-trunk, decayed or lightning-scathed, 
 Or in its deadly solitude, the melancholy upas : 
 But soon, with closer ranks, are set the sentinel trees, 
 And darker shadows hover amongst Autumn's mellow tints ; 
 Ever and anon, a holly, — -junipers, and cypresses, and yeu's; 
 The soil i^. damp ; the air is chill ; night cometh on apace : 
 Speed to the portal, traveller, — lo, there is a moon. 
 With smiling light to guide thee safely through the dreadful shade :
 
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 Hark, — that hollow knock,-ibcho]d, the warder openeth, 
 
 The gate is gaping, and for thee ; — those are the jaws of Death ! 
 
 OF DEATH. 
 
 Keep silence, daughter of frivoliiy, — for Death is in that chamber! 
 
 Startle not with echoing sound the strangely solemn peace. 
 
 Death is here in spirit, watclmr of a marble corpse, — 
 
 That eye is fixed, that heart is still, — how dreadful in its stillness ! 
 
 Death, new tenant of the house, pervadeth all the fabric ; 
 
 He waiteth at tlic head, and he stanueth at the feet, and hideth in the 
 
 caverns of the breast ; 
 Death, subtle leech, lioLh anatomized soul from bod}'-, 
 Dissecting well in every nerve its spirit from its substance : 
 Death, rigid lord, hath claimed the heriot clay, 
 While joyously tlie youthful soul hath gone to tike his heritage; 
 Death, cold usurer, hath seized liis bonded debtor ; 
 Death, savage despot, hath caught his forfeit serf; 
 Death, blind foe, wreaketh petty vengeance on the flesh ; 
 Death, fell cannibal, gloateth on his victim. 
 And carrieth it with him to the grave, that dismal banquet-hall, 
 Where in foul state the Royal Goui lioldeth secret orgies. 
 
 Hide it up, hide it u.p, draw the decent curt;iin : 
 
 Hence ! curious fool, and pry not on corruption : 
 
 For the fearful mysteries of change are being there enacted, . 
 
 And many actors [ilay their part on that small stage, the tomb. 
 
 Iieave the clay, that leprous thing, touch not the fleshly garment : 
 
 Dust to dust, it mingleth well among the sacred soil : 
 
 It is scattered by the winds, it is wafted by the waves, it mixeth with herbs 
 
 and cattle. 
 But God hath watched those morsels, and hath guided them in care : 
 Each waiting soul must cbiim bis own, when the archangel soundeth, 
 And all the fields, and all the hills, shall move a m.x«s of lire ; 
 Bodies numberless, crowding on the land, and coveiing tlie trampled sea,
 
 i;)4 provf;rbial philosophy. 
 
 Darkening th? air procipit-ito, and gathered scatheless from the fire ; 
 The Himalayan peaks shall yield their charge, and the desolate steppes of 
 
 Siberia, 
 The Maelstrom dipengulf its spoil, and the iceberg manumit its captive: 
 All shall teem with life, the converging fragments of humanity, 
 Till every conscious essence greet his individual frame ; 
 For in some dignified similitude, alike, yet different in glory, 
 This body shall be shaped anew, fit dwelling for the soul : 
 The hovel hath grown to a palace, the bulb hath burst into the flower, 
 Matter hath put on incorruption, and is at peace with spirit. 
 
 Amen, — and so it shall be : — hut now, the scene is drear, — 
 
 Yea, though promises and hope strive to cheat its sadness ; 
 
 Full of grief, though faith herself is strong to speed the soul, 
 
 For the partner of its toil is left behind to endure an ordeal of change. 
 
 Dear partner, dear and frail, my loved though humble home, — 
 
 Should I cast thee ofl:' without a pang, as a garment flung .-^side ? 
 
 Many years, for joy and sorrow, have I dwelt in thee, 
 
 How shall I be reckless of thy weal, nor hope for thy perfection ? 
 
 This also, He that lent thee for my uses in mortality. 
 
 Shall well fulfill with boundless praise on that returning day. 
 
 Behold, thou shalt be glorified ; thou, mine abject friend, — 
 
 And should I meanly scorn thy state, until it rise to greatness ? 
 
 Far be it, O my soul, from thine expectant essence, 
 
 To be heedless, if indignity or folly desecrate those thine ashes : 
 
 Keep them safe with careful love ; and let the mound be holy ; 
 
 And, thou that passest by, revere the waiting dead. 
 
 Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure, 
 
 Crowned by consenting nation-^ peerless queen of gayety ; 
 
 She laugheth at the wrath of Ocean, she mocketh the fury of Vesuvius, 
 
 She spurneth disease and misery and famine, that crowd her sunny street: 
 
 The giddy dance, the merry song, the festal glad procession. 
 
 The noonday slumber and the midnight serenade, — all tlieso make up her 
 
 Life; 
 Her Life ?— and what her Death ?— look we to the end of life- 
 Solon, and Tellus the Athenian, wisely have j'e pointed to the grave. 
 
 For behold yon dreary precinct,— those hundreds of stone wells, (") 
 
 A pit for a day, a pit for a day,— a pit to be sealed for a year :
 
 OF DEATH. 19$ 
 
 And in the gloom of night, they raised the y^ar-closed Hd, — 
 Look in, — for gnawing lime hath half consumed the carcasses ; 
 Thii?, they hurl the daily dead into that horrible pit, 
 The dead that only died this day, — as unconsidered offal ! 
 Tlicre. a stfirk white heap, unwept, unloved, uncared for. 
 Old men and maidens, young men and infants, mingle in hideous corrup- 
 tion : 
 Fling in the gnawing lime, — seal up the charnel for a year ; 
 For lo, a morrow's dawn hath tinged the mountain summit. 
 O fair false city, thou gay and gilded harlot. 
 Woe, for thy wanton heart ; woe, for thy wicked hardness : 
 Woe unto thee, that the lightsomeness of Life, beneath Italian suns, 
 Should meet tlie solemnity of Death in a sepulchre so foul and fearful. 
 
 For that, even to the best, tlie wise and pure and pious, 
 
 Death, repulsive king, thine iron rule is terrible : 
 
 Yea, and even at the best, in company of buried kindred, 
 
 With hallowing rites, and friendly tears, and the dear old country church, 
 
 Death, cold and lonely, thy frigid face is hateful, 
 
 The bravest look on thee with dread, the liumblest curse thy coming. 
 
 Still, ye unwise among mankind, your foolishness ha'h added fears; 
 
 The crowded cemetery, the catacomb of bones, the pestilential vault, 
 
 Witli flincy's gliding ghost at eve, her moans and flaky footfalls, 
 
 And the gibbering train of terror to fright your coward hearts. 
 
 We speak not here of sin, nor the phantoms of a bloody conscience, 
 
 Nor of solaces, and merciful pardon ; we heed but the inevitable grave ; 
 
 The grave, that wage of guilt, that due return to dust. 
 
 The grave, that goal of earth, and starting-post for heaven. 
 
 Plant it with laurels, sprinkle it willi li'.ies, set it upon yonder dewy hill, 
 
 Midst holy prayers, and generous grief, and consecrating blessings: 
 
 liCt Soplioclcs sleep among liis ivy, grcrn pereiuiial garland-, (") 
 
 Let olives shade their Virgil, and roses bloom above Coriimc; 
 
 To his foster-mother. Ocean, intrust the mariner in hope, 
 
 The warrior's spirit, let it rise on high, from the flaming fragrant pyre. 
 
 But heap not coffins and corruption to infect the mass of living. 
 
 Nor steal from odious realities the charitable poetry of Deatli : 
 
 It is wise to gild uncomeliness, it is wise to mask necessity, 
 
 It is wise from cheerful sights and sounds to draw tJieir gentle uscB ;
 
 196 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Hide the fact«, the bitter facts, the foul and fearful facts, 
 
 Tend the body well in hope, this were praise and wisdom ; 
 
 But to plun^ro in gloom the parting soul, that hath loved its clay tenemeut 
 so long, 
 
 This were vanity and folly, the counsel of moroseness and despair. 
 
 Not thus the S:.ythian of old time welcomed Death with songs ; 
 
 Not thus the shrewd Egyptian decorated Death with braveries ; 
 
 Not thus on his funeral tower sleepeth the sun-worshipping Parsee ; 
 
 Not thus the Moslem saint lieth in his arabesque mausoleum ; 
 
 Not thus the wild red Indian, hunter of the far Missouri, 
 
 In flowering trees hath nested up his forest-loving ancestry ; ('^) 
 
 Not thus the Switzer mountaineer scattereth ribboned garlands 
 
 About the rustic cross that halloweth the bed of his beloved ; 
 
 Not thus the vi lagc maiden wisheth she may die in spring. 
 
 With store of \iolets and cowslips to be sprinkled on her snow-white 
 ^^h^ond ; 
 
 Not thus the dying poet isketh a cheerful grave, — 
 
 Lay him in the sunshine, friends, nor sorrow that a Christian hath de- 
 parted ! 
 
 Yea, it is the poetry of Death, an Orpheus gladdening Hades, 
 
 To care with mindful love for all so dear — and dead ; 
 
 To think of thorn in hope, to look for them in joy, and — but for its simple 
 vanity, — 
 
 To pray with all the earnestness of nature for souls who cannot change. 
 
 For the tree is felled, and boughed, and bare, and the Measurer standeth 
 with his line ; 
 
 The chance is gone for ever, and is past the roach of prayer : 
 
 For men and angels, good and ill, have rendered all their witness ; 
 
 Tiie trial is over, the jury are g<^ne in, and none can nov.' be heard ; 
 
 Weil are they agreed upon the verdict, just, and fixed, and final, 
 
 And the sentence showeth clear before the Judge hath spoken : 
 
 Now — while resting matter is at peace within the tomb. 
 
 The conscious spirit watcheth in unspeakable suspense ; 
 
 Racked with a fearful looking forward, or blissfully feeding on the fore- 
 taste, 
 
 Waiting souls in eager expectation pass the solemn inter\-al ; 
 
 They slumber not in death, but awaken, quickened to the terror of tho 
 judgment ;
 
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 They lie not insensate amonjj darkness, but exult, looking to the light. 
 
 Idiocy, brightening on the instant, when that veil is torn, 
 
 Is grateful that his torpor here hath left him as an innocent ; 
 
 The young child, stricken as he played, and guileless babes unborn, 
 
 Fr?ed from fetters of the flesh, burst into mind immediate : 
 
 Ma']n3ss judgeth wisely, and the visions of the lunatic are gone, 
 
 And each hasteneth to praise the mercy that made him irresponsible. 
 
 For soul is one, though manifold in act, working the machinery of brain, 
 
 Reason, fancy, conscience, passion, are but varying phases ; 
 
 If, in God's wise purpose, the machine were shattered or confused, 
 
 Still is soul the same, though it exhibit with a difference : 
 
 Therefore, dissipate the brain, and sot its inmate free, 
 
 Behold, the maniacs and embryos stand in their place intelligent. 
 
 Tiiat solvent eateth away all dross, leaving the gold intact : 
 
 Matter lingereth in the retort, spirit hath llown to the receiver : 
 
 And lo, that recipient of the spirits, it is some aerial world. 
 
 An oasis midway on the desert space, separating earth from heaven, 
 
 A prison-house for essences incorporate, a limbus vague and wild, 
 
 Taitarus for evil, and Paradise for good, that intermediate Hades. 
 
 O Death, what art thou ? a Lawgiver that never altereth. 
 Fixing the consummating seal, whereby the deeds of life become estab- 
 lished ; 
 O Death, what art thou ? a stern and silent uslicr. 
 Leading to the judgment for Eternity, after the trial scene of time ; 
 O Death, what art thou ? an husbandman, that reapcth always. 
 Out of season, as in season, with the sickle in his hand : 
 O Death, what art thou ? the shadow unto every substance. 
 In the bower as in the battle, haunting night and day : 
 O Death, what art thou ? nurse of dreamless slumbers 
 Freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal : 
 O Death, what art thou ? strange and solenm Alchymist, 
 Elaborating life's elixir from these clayey crucibles : 
 O Death, what art thou ? antitype of nature's marvels, 
 The seed and dormant chrysalis bursting into energy and glory. 
 Thou calm, safe anchorage for the shattered hulls of men, — 
 Thou spot of gelid shade, after the hot-breathed desert, — 
 Thou silent waiting-hall, where Adam meeteth with his children, — 
 How full of dread, how full of hope, loomcth inevitable Death :
 
 198 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Of droad, for all have sinned ; of hope, for One hath saved ; 
 The dread is drowned in joy, the hope is filled with immortality 
 — Pass along, pilgrim of life, go to thy grave unfoaring, 
 The terrors are but shadows now that haunt the vale of Death. 
 
 OF IMMORTALITY. 
 
 Gird up thy mind to contemplation, trembling inhabitant of earth : 
 Tenant of a hovel for a day, — thou art heir of tlie universe for ever ! 
 For, neither congealing of the grave, nor gulfing waters of :he firmament, 
 Nor expansive airs of heaven, nor dissipativc fires of Gehennn, 
 Nor rust of rest, nor wear, nor waste, nor loss, nor chance, nor change, 
 Shiill avail to quench or overwhelm the spark of soul within thee ! 
 
 Thou art an imperishable leaf on the evergreen bay-!rc3 of Existence ; 
 
 A word from Wisdom's mouth, that catmot bs unspoken ; 
 
 A ray of Love's own light : a drop in Mercy's sea ; 
 
 A creature, marvellous and fearful, begotten by the fiat of Omnipotence. 
 
 I, that sp3ak in weakness, and ye, that hear in charity, 
 
 Slia'l not cease to live and feel, though flesh must see corruption ; 
 
 For the prison-gates of matter shall be broken, and the shackled soul go 
 
 free, 
 Free, for good or ill, to satisfy its appetence for ever: 
 For ever, — dreadful doom, to be hurried on eternally to evil, — 
 For ever, — happy fate, to ripen into perfectness — for ever ! 
 
 And is there a thought within thy heart, O slave of sin and fear, 
 A black and harmAil hope, that erring spirit dieth ! 
 That primal disobedience hath ensured the death of soul. 
 And separate evil sealed it thine — thy curse. Annihilation? 
 Hoed thou this ; there is a Sacrifice ; the I\Iakcr is Redeemer of his crea- 
 ture ; 
 Freely unto each, universally to all, is restored the privilege of essence : 
 Whether unto grace or guilt, all must live through Him, 
 Live in vital joy, or live in dying woe : 
 Death in Adam, life in Christ ; the curse hung upon the cross :
 
 OF IMMORTALITY. 19> 
 
 Who art thou that heedest of redemption, as narrower than the fall ? 
 
 All were dead, — He died for all ; that livini,', they might love ; 
 
 If living souls withhold their love, — still, He hath died for them. 
 
 Eve stole the knowledge ; Christ gave the life : 
 
 Knowledge and life are the perquisites of soul, the privilege of man: 
 
 Mercy stepped between, and stayed the double theft ; 
 
 God gave ; and giving, bought ; and buying, asketh love : 
 
 And in such asking rendereth bliss, to all that hear and answer, 
 
 For love with life is heaven ; and life un'oving, hell. 
 
 Creature of God, his will is for thy weal, eternally progressing'; 
 
 Fear not to trust a Maker's love, nor a Saviour's rinsom : 
 
 He drank for all, — for thee and me, — the poison of our deeds ; 
 
 We shall not die, but live, — and of his grace, we love. 
 
 For in the mysteries of Mercy, the One fore-knowing Spirit 
 
 Oiitstrippeth reason's halting choice, and winneth men to Him : 
 
 Who shall sound tiie depths ? who shall reach the heights ? 
 
 Freedom, in the gyves of fate ; and sovereignty, reconciled with justice. 
 
 If then, as annihilate by sin, the soul was ever forfeit. 
 
 Godhead paid the mighty price, the pledge hath been redeemed ; 
 
 He, from the waters of Oblivion raised the drowning race, 
 
 Lifting them even to Himself, the baseless Rock of Ages. 
 
 Nnn^ can escape from Adam's guilt, or second Adam's guerdon: 
 
 Sin and death are thine ; thine also is interminable being : 
 
 Let it be even as thou wilt, stiU are we ransomed from nonentity, 
 
 The worlds of bli^s and woe are peopled with immortals : 
 
 And ruin is thy blame ; for thou, the worst, art free 
 
 To take from Heaven the grace of love, as the gift of life : 
 
 Yet is not remedy thy praise ; for thou, the best, art bound 
 
 In self, and sin, and darkling sloth, until He break the chain: 
 
 None can tell, without a struggle, if that chain be broken ; 
 
 Strive to-dav, — one eflbrt more m-iy prove that thou art free ! 
 
 Here is faith and prayer, here is the Grace and the Atonement, 
 
 Here is the creature feeling for its God, and the prodigal returning to his 
 
 Father. 
 But, behold, his reasonable children, standing in just probation, 
 With ears to hear, neglect ; with eyes to see, refuse : 
 They will not have the blessing with the life, tho blessing that cnricheth 
 
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 200 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And look for pleasures out of God, for heaven in life alone : 
 So they snatcli that awful prize, existence void of love, 
 And in their darkening exile make a needful hell of self. 
 
 Therefore fear, thou sinner, lest the huge blessin^^. Immortality, 
 
 Be blighted in thine evil to a curse, — it were better ho had not been bom ; 
 
 Therefore hope, thon saint, for the gift of immortality is free ; 
 
 Take and live, and live in love ; fear not, tliou art redeemed ! 
 
 The happy life, that height of hope, the knowledge of all good, 
 
 Thi:! is the blessing on obedience, obedience the child of faith : 
 
 The miserable hfe, that depth of all despair, the knowledge of all evil, 
 
 This is the curse upon impenitence, impenitence that sprung of unbelief. 
 
 God. from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he dooth, 
 
 Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume : 
 
 The wicked work their woe by looking upon love, and hating it : 
 
 The righteous find their joys in yearning on its loveliness for ever. 
 
 Who shall imagine Immortality, or picture its illimitable prospect ? 
 How feebly can a faltering tongue express the vast idea ! 
 For consider the primeval woods that bristle over broad Australia, 
 And count their autumn leaves, millions multiplied by millions ; 
 Thence look up to a moonless sky from a sleeping isle of the JEgxan, 
 And add to those leaves yon starry host, sparkling on the midnight, num- 
 berless ; 
 Thence traverse an Arabia, some continent of eddying sand, 
 Gather each grain, let none escape, add them to the leaves and to the stars, 
 Afterwards gaze upon the sea, the thou.yand leagues of an Atlantic, 
 Take drop by drop, and add their sum to the grains, and leaves, and stars ; 
 The drops of ocean, the desert sands, the leaves, cand stars innumerable, 
 (Albeit, in that multitude of multitudes, each small unit were an age,) 
 All might reckon for an instant, a transient flash of Time, 
 Compared with this intolerable blaze, the measureless enduring of Eter- 
 nity ! 
 
 O grandest gift of the Creator, — O largess worthy of a God, — 
 Who shall grasp that thrilling thought, life and joy for ever ? 
 For the sun in heaven's heaven is Love that cannot change. 
 And the shining of that sun is life, to all beneath its beams : 
 Who shall arrest it in the firmament, — or drag it from its sphere ?
 
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 Or bid its beauty smile no more, but be extinct for over ? 
 Yea, whcra God hat'i given, none shall take away, 
 Nor builJ np limits to his love, nor bid his bounty cease ; 
 Wide, as spacs is peopled, endless as the empire of heaven, 
 The river of the water of life lloweth on in majesty for ever ! 
 
 Why should it seem a thing impossible to thee, O man of many doubt?, 
 
 That God shall v»^ako the dead, and give tliis mortal immortality ? 
 
 Is it that such riches are unsearchable, the bounty too profuse ? 
 
 And yet what gift, to cease or change, is worthy of the King Almighty? 
 
 For rcmembar the moment thou art not, thou m.ightest as well not have 
 
 been ; 
 A luillennitnn and an hour are equal in llio gulf of that desolate abyss, 
 
 anniiiilation : 
 If Adam had existed till to-day, and to-day had peris'ied utterly, 
 What wore his jjain in the length of a life, that hath passed away for 
 
 ever ? 
 No tribute of thanks can exhale from the empty censer of nonentity ; 
 Thy Giver, with his gift reclaimed, is mulcted of all praise. 
 
 Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul, 
 Wiierefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die? 
 It is, — and thcrefora shall be, — till just obstacle opposeth : 
 Show no cause for change, and reason Icancth to continuance. 
 The body verily shall change ; this curious house we live in 
 Never had continuing stay, but changeth every instant : 
 But the spiritual tenant of the house abidcth in unalterable consciousness; 
 He may fly to many lands, but cannot flee himself: 
 The soil wherein ye drop the seed, by suns or rains may vary : 
 But the seed is the same ; iinA .soul is the seed ; and flesh but its anchor- 
 age to cartli. 
 
 The machine may bo broken, and rust corrode the springs : but can rust 
 
 feed on motion ? 
 "NYorms may batten on the brain : but can worms gnaw the mind ? 
 Dynamics are, and dwell apart, though matter be not made ; 
 Spirit is, and can bo .separate, though a body were not : 
 Power is one, be it lever, screw, or wedge ; but it nccdeth thcuc for iJlus* 
 
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 Mind is one, bo it casual or ideal ; but it is sliown in these. 
 
 Th3 creature is constructed individual, for trial of his reasonable will, 
 
 Clay and soul commingled wisely, mingled, not confused : 
 
 As power is not in the s;)ring, till somewhat give it action, 
 
 So until spirit be infused, iho organism lietli inergetic. 
 
 Or shalt thou say that mind is tiic delicate offspring of matter, 
 
 The bright consummate iiower that must perish with its leaf? 
 
 Go to : doth weiglit breed lightness .' is freedom the atmosphere of prisons ? 
 
 When did tlie body elevate, expand, and bud the mind ? 
 
 Jjo, a red-hot cinder flung from tlie furnaces of ^Etna, — 
 
 There is fire in that ash ; but did the pumice make it ? 
 
 Nay, cold clod, never canst thou generate a flame, 
 
 Nay, most ex juisite machinery, nevermore elaborate a mind ; 
 
 Rather do ye battle and contend, opposite the on3 to the other ; 
 
 Till God shall stop tlu strife, and call tlie body colleague. 
 
 Garment of flesh, and art thou then a vest, so tinged with subtle poison, 
 (Maddening tunic of the centaur.) as to kill the soul ? 
 Not so : fruit of disobedience, rot in dissolution, as thou must, — • 
 The seed is in the core, its germ is safe, and life is in that germ : 
 Moreover, Marah shall be sweetened ; and a Good Phy.-ician 
 Yet shall heal those gangrene wounds, the spotted pliigue of sin : 
 He, through worldly trials, and the separative cleansing of the grave, 
 Shall change its corruptible to glory, and wash thr»t garment white. 
 
 Still, is the whisper in thy heart, that oftenest the be I of death 
 
 Seemcth but a sluggish ebb, of sinking soul and body ? 
 
 Mind dwelling long-time sensual in the chambers of the flesh. 
 
 May slumber on in conscious sloth, and wilfully be dulled : 
 
 ]3ut is it therefore nigh to dissolution, even as the body of tliis death ? 
 
 Ask the stricken conscience, gasping out its terrors ; 
 
 Ask the dying miser, loth to leave his gold ; 
 
 Ask the widowed poor, confiding her fatherless to strangers ; 
 
 Ask the rnartyr-rnaid, a broken reed so strong. 
 
 That weak and tortured framC; with triumph on its brow ! — 
 
 O thou gainsay er, the finger of disease may seem to reach the soul, 
 
 But it is a spiritual touch, sympathy with that which aileth : 
 
 Pain or fear may dislocate and shatter this delicate machinery of nerves ;
 
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 But madness proveth mind : the iiiult is in the engin?, not the impetus : 
 
 Dissipate tlie mists of matter, lo, the soul is clear : 
 
 Timoiir's cage bowed it in the dust, but now it goeth forth a freeman. 
 
 Yet more, there is reason in moralities, thiit tlie soul must live ; 
 
 If God be king in heaven, or have care for earth. 
 
 Can wickedness have triumphed with impunity, or virtue toiled unseen ? 
 
 Shall cruelty toit.ire unavenged, and the innocent complain unheard ? 
 
 ]s there no recompense for woe, — must there be no other world for 
 
 justice, — 
 No hope in setting suns of good, nor terror for the evil at its zenith ? 
 How shall ye make answer unto this, a just God prospering iniquity. 
 Wisdom encouraging the foolish, and Goodness abetting the depraved ? 
 
 Yet again ; mine erring brother, i^ar.lon this abundance of my speech, 
 
 Yield me thy candour and thy charity, listening with a welcome : 
 
 For, even now, a thousand thoughts arc trooping to my theme ; 
 
 () mighty theme, O feeble thoughts ! Alas, who is sufficient ? 
 
 Judge not so liigh a cause by these poor words alone. 
 
 For lo, the advocate hath little skill : pardon, and pass on : 
 
 Ccr:ify thyself with surer proofs ; fledge thine own mind for flight ; 
 
 Think, and pray ; those better proofs shall follow on with holy aspiration. 
 
 Yet, in my humbler grade to help thy weal and comfort, 
 
 Thy weal for this and higher worlds, and comfort in thy sickness, 
 
 Suffer the multitude of fancies, walking with me still in love ; 
 
 But tread in fear, it is holy ground, — remember Immortality ! 
 
 Wilt thou argue from infirmities, thine abject evil state, 
 
 As how should stricken wretched man indt-ed exist for ever : 
 
 The brutal and besotted, the savage and the slave, the sucking infant and 
 the idiot. 
 
 The mass of mean and coumion minds, and all to be immortal ? 
 
 Consider every beginning, hosv small it is and feeble : 
 
 Ganges, and the rolling Mississippi, sprung of brooks among the moun- 
 tains ; 
 
 That yew-tree of a thousand years was once a little seed ; 
 
 And Nero's marble Rome, a shepherd's mud-built hovel : 
 
 A speck is on the tropic sky, and it groweth to the terrible tornado ; 
 
 An apple, all too fair to see, destroyed a world of souls : 
 
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 234 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 A tender babe is born, — it is AUila, scourge of the nations ! 
 A seeming malefactor dicth, — it is Jesus, the Saviour of men ! 
 
 And hive not in thy tlioiights tlie vain and Vv-ordy notion, 
 That nothing which was bom in time, can tire out the footsteps of Infinity. 
 Reckon up a sum in numbers ; where shall jirogrfssion stop ? 
 The starting-post is definite and fixed, butv/hat is the goal of numeration ? 
 So begin upon a moment, and when shall being en 1 ? 
 Souls emanate from God, to travel with him equally for ever. 
 Moreover, thou that objectost the unenterable circle of eternity. 
 That none but He from everlasting can endure, as to a future everlasting. 
 Consider, may it bo impossible that creatures w-ers counted in their Maker, 
 And so, that the confines of eternity are filled by God alone ? 
 Tru:it not thy soul upon a fancy : v.'ho would freight a bubble with a dia- 
 mond. 
 And launch that priceless gem on the boiling rapids of a cataract ? 
 
 If then we perish not at death, but walk in spirit through the darkness, 
 
 Waiting for a mansion incorruptible, whereof this body is the seed, 
 
 Tell me, when shall be the pericxl ? time and its ordeals are done ; 
 
 The storms are passed, tlie night is at an end, behold the Sabbath morning. 
 
 Is Death to be connueror again, and claim once more the victory, — 
 
 Can the enemy's corpse aw-aken into life, and bruise the Champion's head ? 
 
 Evil, terrible ensample, that foil to the attributes of Good, 
 
 Is banished to its own black world, weeded out of earth and heaven : 
 
 Shall that great gulf be ])asscd, and sin be sown again ? — 
 
 We know but this, the book of truth proclaimeth gladly, Never ! 
 
 There remaineth the will of our God : when ho rejwnteth of his creature, 
 
 Made by self-suggested mercy, ransomed by self-sacrificing jtistice, 
 
 When Truth, that swore unto his neighbour, disapjx/mteth him, and 
 
 cleaveth to a lie, — 
 When the cormsels of Wisdom are confounded, and Love warretli with 
 
 itself, 
 When the Unchangeable is changed, and the arm of Onniijx.tence is 
 
 broken, 
 Then,— thy quenchless soul shall have reached tiie goal of its existence. 
 
 But it seemeth to thy jiotions of the merciful and just, a false and fearfnl 
 thing,
 
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 To lay such a burden upon tiino, that eternity be built on its foundation : 
 
 As if so casuo.1 good or ill should colour all the future, 
 
 And the vanity of accident, or sternness of necessity, save or v/reck a soul. 
 
 Were it casual, vain, or stern, this might pass for truth : 
 
 Ijut all things are raarslialled liy Design, and carefully tended by Benevo- 
 lence. 
 
 O man, t!iy Judge is righteous, — noting, remembering, and weighing ; 
 
 Want, ignorance, diversities of state, are cast into tlie balance of advantage : 
 
 The poisonous example of a parent a.=keth for allowance in a child ; 
 
 Care, diseases, toilf;, and fi^ailties, — all things are considered. 
 
 Aud again, a mysterious Omniscience knowcth the spirits that are his, 
 
 While the dciic;ite tissues of Event are woven by the lingers of Ubiquity. 
 
 Should Providence bo taken by surprise from the possible impinging of an 
 accid?nt. 
 
 One fortuitous grain might dislocate the bandod universe : 
 
 The merest seeming trifle is ordered as the morning light ; 
 
 And he tiiat rideth on tlie hurricane, is pilot of the bubble on the breaker. 
 
 Once more, consider Matter, — how small a thing is father to ihe grcatcs': 
 
 Thou that lightly liast regarded the results of so called acciJen'. 
 
 A blade of gi-ass took fire in the sun, — and the pniiries are burnt to the 
 
 horir.'U) : 
 A grain of sand may blind the eye, and niaddcn the brain to murder: 
 A careful lly deposited its egg in the swelling hud of an acrrn, — 
 The sapling grew, — cankrous and gnarled, — it is yondor holbw oak : 
 A child touched a spring, and the spring closed a valve, said the labouring 
 
 engine burst, — 
 A thousand lives were in that ship, — wrecked by an infant's linger ! 
 iSiiall nature preach in vain ? — thy casualty, guided in its orbit, 
 Though less than a mote upon the sunbeam, saileth in a fleet of wcr'ds ; 
 That trivial cause, watered and observed of the Husbandman day by day. 
 In calm undeviating strength doth work its large effect. 
 Thus, in the pettiness of life note, tinju .-eeds of grandeur. 
 And watch the hour-glass of Time with the eyc.^ of an hrir of Immortality. 
 
 There still Iw clouds of witnesses, — if thou art not weary of my speech, — 
 Flocks of thoughts adding lustre to the light, and pointing on to Life. 
 For reflect how Truth and Goodness, well and wisely put, 
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 Wliiit is this ? tlie recognition of a Kt^iiJ.ird, unwritton, natural, uniform ; 
 
 Telling of one common source, the ro jt of Good and True. 
 
 And if tlius present soul can trace descent from Deity, 
 
 Behig, as it standeth, individual, a separate reasonaijle thing, 
 
 Wiiat should hinder that its hope may not trace gladly forward, 
 
 And, in astounding parallel, like Enoch, walk with God ? 
 
 Yoa, t!ie genealogy of soul, that vivifying breath of a Creator, 
 
 Braat!), no transient air, but essence, energy, and reason, 
 
 Is looming on the past, and shadowing the future, sublimely as Mel- 
 
 chi-edek of old. 
 Having not beginning, nor end of days, but present in the majesty of Peace ! 
 
 O fdse scholar, credulous in vanities, and only skeptical of truth, 
 
 Wherefore toil to cheat thy soul of its birthright. Immortality ? 
 
 Is it for tliy guilt ? He pardoneth : is it for thy frailty ? He will help : 
 
 Though thou fearest, He is Love ; and Mercy shall be deeper than Despair; 
 
 Ev.n for thy full-blown pride, is it much to be receiver of a God ? 
 
 An\ lo, thy riglits, He made thee ; thy claims, He hatli redeemed. 
 
 Hath the fair aspect of affection no beauty that thou shouldst desire it ? 
 
 And are tliosc sorrows nothing to thee that passest by ? 
 
 For it is a fact, immutable, that God hath dwelt in Man ? 
 
 With gentle, generous love ennobling while He bought us. 
 
 ■What, though tliou art false, ignorant, weak, and daring, — 
 
 Can the sun be quenched in heaven — or only Bolisarius be blind ? 
 
 But, even .stooping to thy folly, grant all these hopes are vain ; 
 
 Stultify reason, wrestle against conscience, and wither up the heart, 
 
 Where is thy vast advantage ? — I have all that thou hast, 
 
 The buoyancy of life as strong, and term of days no shorter; 
 
 My cup is full with gladness, — my griefs are not more galling: 
 
 And thus, we walk together, even to the gates of death : 
 
 There, (if not also on my journey, blessing every step, 
 
 Gladdening with light, and quickening v.-ith love, and killing all my cares.) 
 
 There, — while thou art quaihng, or sullenly expecting to be nothing, — 
 
 There, — is found my gain, — I triumph, where thou tremblest. 
 
 Grant all my solace is a lie, yet it is a fountain of dehght, 
 
 A spice in every pleasure, and a balm for every pain : 
 
 O precious wise delusion, scattering both mi.sery and sin, — 
 
 O vile and silly truth, depraving while it curseth !
 
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 Darkling child of knowledge, couiniiine with Socrates and Cicero : 
 
 They had no prejudice of biith, no dull parent-il warpings; 
 
 See, those lustrous mind? anticipate thii dawning day, — 
 
 Whilot thou, poor mole, art burrowing back to darkness from the light. 
 
 I will not urge a revelation, mercies, miracles, and martyrs, 
 
 But, after twice a thousand years, go learn thou of the pagan; 
 
 It were happier and wi.-er even among fools, to cling to the shadow of a 
 
 !io|ie, 
 Than, in the company of sages, to win the substance of despair : 
 But here, the sages hop? ; — despair is with the fools, 
 The b-.ise bad hearts, the stolid heads, the sensual, and the selfish. 
 
 And wilt th'ju, sorry scorner, mock the phrase, despair ? 
 
 Despair for those who die and live, — for mo, I live and die ; 
 
 What have I to do with dread ? my taper must go out ? — 
 
 I n';rse no silly hopes, and therefore feci no fears : 
 
 I am h:.s;:cning to an End. — O f ilse and feeble answer : 
 
 For hope is in thee still, and fear, — a racking deep anxiety 
 
 Erring brother, listen ; and tid-ce thine answer from the ancienta : 
 
 Coa-;ider every end, that it is but the end of a beginning. 
 
 All t' lings work in circles : weariness induceth unto rest, 
 
 Rest invigoratcth labour, and labour causeth weariness : 
 
 War produieth peace, and peace is wanton unto war ; 
 
 Light dieth into darkness, and night dawneth into day ; 
 
 The rotting jungle reeds scatter fertility around ; 
 
 The bufi"a!o's dead carcass hath rpuckened life in millions ; 
 
 The end of toil is gain, the end of gain is pleasure, 
 
 Pleasure tendeth unto waste, and waste conunandeth toil. 
 
 So, is death an end, — but it breedeth an infinite beginning ; 
 
 Limits arc for time, and death killed time ; Eternity's beginning is for ever. 
 
 Ambition, hath it any goal indeed ? is not all fruition, disappointment ? 
 
 A step upon the ladder, and another, and another, — we start from every end: 
 
 Look to the eras of mort*dity ; babe, student, man. 
 
 The husband, the father, the de;ithbead of a saint, — and is it then an end ? 
 
 That common climax. Death, shall it lead to nothing ? 
 
 How strong a root of causes, fiowering a consequence of vapour : 
 
 That solid chain of facts, is it snapped for ever ? 
 
 How stout a show of figures, weakly summing to nonentity.
 
 203 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Or haply, Deatli, in the doublings of thy thougiit, shall socm continucua 
 ending : 
 
 A dull eternal slumber, not an end abrupt. 
 
 () most futile chrysalis, wherefore dost thou sleep ? 
 
 Dreamless, unconscious, never to awake, — what object in such slun\ber ? 
 
 If thou art stil! to live, it may as well be wakefully as sleeping: 
 
 How grovelling mu-U that spirit be, to need eternal sleep ; 
 
 Or was indeed the toil of life so heavy and so long, 
 
 Thiit nevermore can rest refresh tliine overburdened soul ? 
 
 Sleep is a recreance to body, but whan wsis mind asleep ? 
 
 Even in a swoon it dreameth, though all be forgotten afterwards : 
 
 The muscles seek relaxing, and the irritable nerves ask peace : 
 
 But life is a constant force, spirit an unquictable impetus ; 
 
 The eye r.iay wear out as a telescope, and the brain work slow as a ma- 
 chine. 
 
 But sold, unv/earied, and for ever, is capable of efTort unimpaired. 
 
 I live, move am con-clous : what shall bar my being ? 
 
 Whore is tJio rude hand, to rend this tissue of existence ? 
 
 Not thine, shadowy Death, what art thou but a j)hantoin ? 
 
 Not thine, foul Corruption, what art thou but a fear ? 
 
 For deatli is merely absent life, as darkness absent light : 
 
 Not even a suspension, ibr the hfe hatli sailed away, steering gladly some- 
 where. 
 
 And ctirruption, closely noted, is but a dissolving of tlie parts, 
 
 The parts remain, and notliing lost, to build a bitter whole. 
 
 ?iIorcover, mind is unity, however versatile and rapid ; 
 
 Thou canst not entertain two coincident ideas, although they quickly fol- 
 low : 
 
 And Unity hath no parts, so that there is nothing lo dissolve ; 
 
 And element is still unchanged in every searching solvent. 
 
 Who then shall bid me be annulled, — He that gave me being ? 
 
 Amen, if God so will ; I know that will is love : 
 
 But love hath promised life, end therefore I shall live ; 
 
 So long arj Ho is God, I shall be his Creature ! 
 
 And here, shrewd reasoner, so eager to prove that tiiou must perish, 
 I note a sneer upon tliy lip, and ridicule is haply on t'ly tongue : 
 How, said he, — creature of a God, and arc uot all his creatures, —
 
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 The lion, and the gnat, — yea, the mvishroom, and the crystal, — have all 
 
 these a soul ? 
 Thy fancies tend to prove too much, and overshoot the mark : 
 If I die not with brutes, then brutes must live with me ? — 
 J dire not tell thee that they will, for the word is not in my commission : 
 But of the twain it is the likelier ; con'.inuance is the chance : 
 i\Ien, dying in their sins, are likened unto beasts that perish : , 
 
 They are dark, animal, insensate, but have they not a lurking soul ? 
 The spirit of a man goetli upv/ard, reasonable, appreliending God ; 
 The spirit of a beast goeth downv/ard, sensual, doting on the creature : 
 Who told thee they die at dissolution ? boldly think it out, — 
 The multitude of flies, and the multitude of herbs, the world with all its be- 
 ings : 
 Is Infinity tec narrow, Omnipotence too v/ca!;, and Love so anxious to des- 
 troy ? 
 Doth WisJom change its };lan, and a Maker cancel his created ? 
 God's will may compass all things, to fashion and to nullify at pleasure : 
 Yet are there many thoughts of hope, that all which are shall live. 
 True,^there is no conscience in the brute, beyond some educated habit, 
 They lay them down without a fear, and wake without a hope : 
 Hunger and pain is of tlie animal ; but when did they reckon or compare ? 
 They live, idealess, in instinct ; and while they breathe they gain : 
 The master is an idol to his dog, who cannot rise beyond him ; 
 And void of capability for God, there would seem small cause fcr an in- 
 finity. 
 Therefore, caviller, my poor thoughts dare not grant they live: 
 But is it not a m-eat thincf to assume their annihilation — and thine own ? 
 Would it be much if a speck on space, this globe with all its millions, 
 Verily, after its pollution, were sufTered to exist in purity ? 
 Or much, if guiltless creatures, that were cruelly entreated upon earth, 
 Found some commensurate reward in lower joys hereafter ? 
 Or much, if a Creator, prodigal of life, and filled with the profundity of 
 
 love, 
 Rejoice in all creatures of his skill, and lead them to perfection in their 
 
 kind? 
 O man, there are many marvels ; yet life is more a mystery than death : 
 For death may be some stagnant hfe, — but life is present God ! 
 
 Many are the lurking holes of evil ; who shall search tliem out ?
 
 210 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Who so skilled to cut away the cancer with its fibres ? 
 
 Frr wily minds with sinuous ease escape from lie to lie ; 
 
 And coward.5 driven from the trench steal back to hide again. 
 
 Vain wero the battle, if a warrior, having slain his foes, 
 
 Shall turn anJ tind them vit^il still, unharmed, yea unashamed : 
 
 For Error, dark magician, daily cast out killed, 
 
 Quickpneth animate anew beneatli the midnight moon : 
 
 Once and again, once and again, hath reason answered wisely ; 
 
 But not the les? with brazen front doth folly urge her questions. 
 
 It were but unprofitable toil, a stand-up fight with unbelief: 
 
 When was there candour in a caviller, and who can satisfy the faithless ? 
 
 Too long, O truant from the fold, have I tracked thy devious paths : 
 
 Too long, treacherous deserter, fought thee as a noble foeman : 
 
 Haply, my small art, and an arm too weakly for its weapon, 
 
 Hatli failed to pierce thine iron coat, and reach thy stricken soid : 
 
 Ilaply, the fervour of my speech, and too patient sifting of thy fancies, 
 
 iSliall tend to make thee prize them more, as worthier and wiser : 
 
 Go to : be mine the gain : we measure swords no more : 
 
 Go, — and a word go with thee, — Man, thou art I.nmurtal I 
 
 Child of light, and student in the truth, too long have I forgotten thee : 
 Lo, after parley with an alien, let me hold sweet converse with a brother. 
 Glorious hopes, and inefFable imaginings, crowd our holy theme, 
 Fear hath been slaughtered on the jiortal, and Doubt driven back to 
 
 darkness : 
 For Ciirist hatli died, and we in Him ; by faith His all is ours, — 
 Cross and crown, and love, and life ; and we shall reign in Him I 
 Yea, there is a fitness and a beauty in ascribing immortality to mind. 
 That its energies and lofty aspirations may have scope for indefinite ex- 
 pansion. 
 To learn all things is privdege of reason, and that with a growing 
 
 capability. 
 But in this age of toil and time we scarce attain to alphabets : 
 How hardly in the midst of our hurry, and jostled by the cares of life, 
 Shall a man turn and stop to consider mighty secrets ; 
 With barely hours, and barely powers, to fill Tip dc'.ily duties. 
 How small the glimpse of knowdedge his wondering eye can catch. 
 And knovvdedge is a noting of the order wherein God's attributes evolve, 
 Therefore worthy of the creature, worthy of an angel's seeking ;
 
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 Yea, and human knowledge, meanre thougli the harvest. 
 
 Hath its roots, both deep and strong ; but the plants are exotic to the climate ; 
 
 All we seom to knovv demand a lonjer learning, 
 
 History, anl science, and prophecy, and art, are workings all of God: 
 
 An ! t'lore are galaxies oF globas, millions of unimagined beings, 
 
 Other sense-, wondrous sounds, and thoughts? of thrilling tire, 
 
 Powers of strange might, quickening unknown elements. 
 
 And attributes and energies of God, wliich man may never guess. 
 
 Not in v.;in, O brother, hath soul the spurs of enterprise. 
 
 Nor aimlessly panteth for adventure, waiting at the cave of mystery: 
 
 Noi; in vain the cup of curiosity, sweet and richly spiced, 
 
 Is ruby to the siglit, and ambrosia to tlie txists, and redolent with all 
 
 fragrance : 
 Thou shalt drink, and deepl\-, filling the mind with marvels ; 
 Thou shalt watcli no more, lingering, disappointed of thy hope : 
 Thou slialt roam where road is none, a traveller untrammelled, 
 Speeding at a wish, emancipate, to where the stars are suns ! 
 
 Count, count your hopes, heirs of immortality and love ; 
 
 And hear my kindred faith, and turn again to bless me. 
 
 For lo, my trust is strong to dwell in many worlds. 
 
 And cull of many brethren there, sweet knowledge ever new : 
 
 I yearn for realms where fancy shall be filled, and the ecstasies of freedom 
 
 shall be felt. 
 And the soul reign gloriously, risen to its royal destinies : 
 I look to recognize again, through the beautiful mask of their perfection, 
 The dear fami iar faces I have somevvhile loved on earth : 
 I long to t;ilk with grateful tongue of storms and perils past, 
 And praise tlie mighty Pilot that hath steered us through the rapids : 
 He shall be the focus of it all, the very heart of gladness, — 
 My poul is athirst for God, the God who dwelt in yi.m ! 
 Propliet, priest, and king, the sacrifice, the substitute, the Saviour, 
 Rapture of tlie blessed in the hunted one of earth, the pardoner in the 
 
 victim : 
 How many centuries of joy concentrate in that theme ; 
 How often a jMethusclah might count his thousand years, and leave it 
 
 unexhausted. 
 And lo, the heavenly Jerusalem, with all its gates one pearl,
 
 212 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 That pearl of countless price, the door by wliicli we entered, — 
 
 Come, tread the golden streets', aiiJ join that g!oriou-> throng, 
 
 The happy ones of heaven an 1 earti), ten thousand times ten thousand : 
 
 Hark, they sing that song, — and cast their crowns before Him : 
 
 Their souls alight with Love, — Glory, and Praise, and Immortality ! 
 
 Veil thine eyes : no son of time may see that holy visioii, 
 
 And even the seraph at thy side hath covered his face with wings. 
 
 Doth he not speak parables ? — each one goeth on his way : 
 
 Ye that hear, and I that counsel, go on our ways forgetful. 
 
 For the terrible realities whereto we tend, are hidden from our eyes, — 
 
 We know but heed them not, and walk as if the temporal were all things. 
 
 Vanities buzzing on the ear, fill its drowsy chambers. 
 
 Slow to dread tliose coming fears, tlie thunder and the trumpet ; 
 
 Motes streaming on the sight, dim our purblind eyes, 
 
 Dark to see the ponderous orb of nearing Inmiortality : 
 
 Hemmed in by hostile foes, the trifler is busied on an epigram ; ( ") 
 
 The dull ox, driven to slaughter, ctireth but for pasture by the way. 
 
 Alas, that the precious things of truth, and the e\^erlasting hills. 
 
 The mighty hopes we spake of, and the consciousness we feel, — 
 
 Alas, that all the future, and its adamantine facts. 
 
 Clouded by the present with intoxicating fumes, — 
 
 Should seem even to u:*, the great expectant heirs, 
 
 To us, the responsible and free, fearful sons of reason, 
 
 Only as a lovely song, sweet sounds of solemn music, 
 
 A pleasant voice, and nothing more, — doth he not speak parables ? 
 
 Look to thy soul, O man, for none can be surety for his brother : 
 
 Behold, for heaven — or for hell — thou canst not escape from Irnmoitality ! 
 
 OF IDEAS. 
 
 MiND is like a volatile essence, flitting hither and thither, 
 
 A solitary sentinel of the fortress body, to show himself every where by 
 
 turns : 
 Mind is indivisible and instant, with neither parts nor organs,
 
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 That it doeth, it doth quickly, but the whole mind doth it : 
 An active, versatile agent, untiring in the principle of energj', 
 Nor space, nor time, nor rest, nor toil, can affect the tenant of the brain ; 
 His dwelling may verily be shattered, and the furniture thereof be dis- 
 arranged, 
 But the particle of Deity in man slumbereth not, neither can be wearied : 
 However swift to change, even as the field of a kaleidoscope. 
 It taketh in but one idea at once, moulded for the moment to its likeness. 
 jMind is as the quicksilver, which, poured from vessel to vessel, 
 Instantly seizeth on a shape, and as instantly again discardeth it ; 
 For it is an apprehensive power, closing on the properties of Matter, 
 Expanding to enwrap a world, collapsing to prison up an atom : 
 As, bv night, thine irritable eyes may have seen strange changing figures, 
 Now a wheel, now suddenly a point, a line, a curve, a zigzag, 
 A m.aze ever altering, as the dance of gnats upon a sunbeam, 
 JSwift, intricate, neither to be prophesied, nor to l)e remembered in suc- 
 cession, 
 So, the mind of a man, single, and perpetually moving. 
 Flickering about from thought to thought, changed with each idea. 
 For the passing second metamorphosed to the image of that within its ken, 
 And throwing its immediate perceptions into each cause of contemplation. 
 It shall regard a tree ; and unconsciously, in separate review, 
 Embrace its colour, shape, and use, whole and individual conceptions ; 
 It shall read or hear of crime, and cast itself into the commission ; 
 It shall note a generous deed, and glow for a moment as the doer ; 
 It shall imagine pride or pleasure, treading on the edges of temptation ; 
 Or heed of God and of his Christ, and grow transformed to glory. 
 
 Wherefore, it is wise and well to guide the mind aright. 
 
 That its aptness may be sensitive to good, and shrink with antipathy from 
 
 evil : 
 For use will mould and mark it, or non-usage dull and blimt it ; — 
 So to talk of spirit by analogy with substance ; 
 And analogy is a truer guide, than many teachers toll of: 
 Similitudes are scattered round, to help us, not to hurt us ; 
 Moses, in his every type, and the Greater than a Moses, in his parables, 
 Preach in terms that all may learn, the philosophic lessons of analogy; 
 And here, in a topic immaterial, the likeness of analogy is just ; 
 By habits, knit the nerves of mind, and train the ghdiator shrewdly :
 
 214 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 For thought shall strengthen thinking, and imagery speed imagination, 
 Until thy spiritual inmate sliall have swelled to the giant of Otranto. 
 
 Nevertheless, heed well, that this Athlete, growing in thy brain, 
 
 Be a wholesome Genius, not a cursed Afrite : 
 
 And see thou discipline his strength, and point his aim discreetly ; 
 
 Feed him on humility and holy things, weaned from covetous desires ; 
 
 Hour by hour, and day by day, ply him with ideas of excellence, 
 
 Dragging forth the evil but to loathe, as a Spartan's drunken Helot : 
 
 And win, by gradual allurements, the still expanding soul. 
 
 To rise from a contemplated universe, even to the Hand that made it. 
 
 A common mind perceiveth not beyond his eyes and ears : 
 
 The palings of the park of sense enthral this captured roebuck : 
 
 And still, though fettered in the flesh, he doth not feel his chains, 
 
 Externals are the world to him, and circumstance his atmosphere. 
 
 Therefore, tangible pleasures are enough for the animal-man ; 
 
 He is swift to speak and slow to think, dreading his own dim conscience ; 
 
 And solitude is terrible, and exile worse than death, 
 
 He cannot dwell apart, nor breathe at a distance from the crowd ; 
 
 But minds of nobler stamp, and chiefest the mint-marked of heaven, 
 
 Walk independent by themselves, freely manumitted of externals : 
 
 They carry viands with them, and need no refreshment by the way. 
 
 Nor drink of other wells than their own inner fountain. 
 
 Strange shall it seem how little such a man will lean upon the accidents 
 
 of life, 
 He is winged, and needeth not a staff; if it break, — he shall not fall. 
 And lightly perchance doth he remember the stale trivialities around him. 
 He livoth in the realm of thought, beyond the world of things : 
 These are but transient Matter, and himself enduring Spirit: 
 And worldliness will laugh to scorn tliat sublimated wisdom. 
 His eyes may open on a prison-cell, but the bare walls glow with imagery; 
 His ears may be filled with execration, but are listening to the music of 
 
 sweet thoughts ; 
 He may dwell in a hovel with a hero's heart, and canopy his penury with 
 
 peace. 
 For mind is a kingdom to the man, who gatheretli his pleasure from Ideas.
 
 OF NAMES. 215 
 
 OF NAMES. 
 
 Apam gave the nam?, whon the LorJ had made his creature, 
 
 For Go ! led thoni in review, to see what man would call them: 
 
 As they struck his sentC', he proclaimed their sounds, 
 
 A name for the distinguishing of each, a numeral by wliich it should bo 
 known : 
 
 He specified the fartridge by her cry, and the forest prowler by his 
 roaring, 
 
 The tree by its use, and the flower by its beauty, and every thing accord- 
 ing to its truth. 
 
 The-e is an arbitrary name, whereunto the idea attacheth ; 
 
 And there is a reasonable name, linking its fitness to idea : 
 
 Yet sliall these twain run in parallel courses, 
 
 Neit'i^r sha't thou readily discern t!i9 habit from the na'ure. 
 
 For mind is apt and quick to wed ideas and names together, 
 
 Nor stoppeth its perception to be curious of priorities; 
 
 And thore is but little in the sound, as some have vainly foncied. 
 
 The s.ime tone in different tongues shall be suitable to opposite ideas ; 
 
 Yea, t;ike an cnsample in thine own ; consider similar words : 
 
 How various and contrary the thoughts those kindred names produce : 
 
 A house shall seem a fitting word to call a roomy dwelling, 
 
 Yet there is a like propriety in the small smooth sound, a mouse : 
 
 Mountain, as if of a necessity, is a word both miglity and majestic, — 
 
 Wliat heed ye then of fountain ? — flowing silver in the sun. 
 
 Many a fair flower is burdened with preposterous appellatives, 
 
 Wiiich the wiser simplicity of rustics entitled by its beauties : 
 
 And often the conceit of science, loving to be thought cosmopolite, 
 
 Shall mingle names of every clime, alike obscr.rc to cnch. 
 
 There is wisdom in calling a thing fitly ; name should note particulars 
 
 Through a character obvious to all men, and worthy of tlieir instant 
 
 acceptation. 
 The herbalist had a simple cause for every word upon his catalogue, 
 But now the mouth of Botany is filled with empty sound ; 
 And many a peasant hath an answer on his tongue, concerning some vexed 
 
 flower, 
 Shrewder than the centipede phrase wherewithal pliilosophera invest it
 
 216 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 For that, the foolishness of pride, and flatteries of cringing homage, 
 Strew with chafF tha threshing-floors of science ; names perplex them all : 
 The entomologist, who hath pried upon an insect, straightway shall endow 
 
 it witli his nnme ; 
 It had many qnalitios and marks of note. — but in chief, a vain observer : 
 Tiie geographer sliall journey to the pole, through biting frost and de- 
 solation, 
 And, for some simple patron's sake, shall name that land, the happy : 
 Tiie fossiiist hath found a bone, the rib of some huge lizard. 
 And forthwith standeth to it sponsor, to tack himself on reptue immor- 
 talities : 
 The sportsman, hunting at the Cape, found some strange-horned antelope, 
 The spots are new, the fame is cheap, and so his name is added. 
 Thus, obscurities encumber knowledge, even by the vanity of men, 
 Who play into each others hand the game of givinjj names. 
 
 Varirus are the names of men, and drawn from difTerent wells : 
 Aspects of body, or characters of mind, the creature's first idea : 
 And some have sprung of trades, and some of dignities or office; 
 Other some added to a father's, and yet more growing from a place : 
 Animal crealicn, with sciences and things, — their composites, and near 
 
 associations, 
 Contributed their symbolings of old. v.-herowith to title men : 
 And heraldry set upon its cresture the figured attributes as ensigns 
 Ey which, as by a nnme concrete, its bearer should be known. 
 
 Egypt oponcd on the theme, dressing up her gods in qualities ; 
 Horns of power, feathers of the swift, mitres of catholic dominion, 
 The sovereign asps, the circle everlasting, the crook and thong of justice. 
 By many mystic shapes and sounds displayed the idol's name. 
 Thereafter, high-phuned warriors, the chieftains of Etrnria and Troy, 
 And Xerxes, urging on his millions to the tomb of pride, Thermopylas, 
 And Hiero with his bounding ships all figured at the prow, 
 And Rome's Praetorian standards, piled with strange df^vices, 
 And stout crusaders pressing to the battle, locked in shining steel, — 
 These all in their speaking symbols, earned, or wore, a name. 
 Eve, the mother of all living, and x\l)rahrun, father of a nmltitnde, 
 Jacob, the supplanter, and David the beloved, and all the worthies of old 
 time,
 
 OF NAMES. 217 
 
 J^oah, Vv'ho came for consolation, and Benoni, son of sorrow, 
 Kings and prophets, children of the East, owned each his title of signifi- 
 cance. 
 
 There be nanne.s of liigh descent, and thereby storied honours ; 
 Names of fair renown, and therein characters of merit : 
 But to lend the lowborn noble names, is to shed upon them ridicule and evil ; 
 Yea, many weeds run rank in pride, if men have dubbed them cedars. 
 And to herald common mediocrity with the noisy notes of fame, 
 Tendeth to its deeper scorn; as if it were to call the mole a mammotli. 
 Yet shall ye find the trader's babe dignified with sounding titles, 
 And little hath the father guo.=^?ed the hami he did iiis child : 
 For either may they breed him discontent, a peevish repining at liis sta- 
 tion. 
 Or point the finger of despite at the mule in the trappings of an elephant : 
 And it is a kind of theft to fdch appellations from the famous, 
 A soiling of the shrines of praise with folly's vulgar herd. 
 Prudence hath often gone asliamed for the name they added to his father's, 
 If minds of mark and jjreat achievements bore it v.'ell before ; 
 For he walketh as the jay in the fable, tliough not by his own folly. 
 Another's fault hath compassed his misfortune, making him a martyr to 
 his name. 
 
 WHio would call the tench a v/hale, or style a torch, Orion ? 
 Yet many a silly parent hath dealt likewise with his nurshng. 
 Give thy child a fit distinguisliment, making him sole tenant of a name, 
 For it were a sore hindrance to hold it in common with a hundred ; 
 In the Babel of confused identities fame is little feasible. 
 The felon shall detract from the philantliropist, and the sage share hon- 
 ours withLtliC simple : 
 Still, in thy title of distinguishment, fall not into arrogant assumption, 
 Steering from caprice and afiectations ; and for all tliou doest, have a rea- 
 son. 
 He that is ambitious for his son, should give him untried names, 
 For those that have served other men, haply may injure by their evils ; 
 Or otherwise may hinder by their glories ; therefore set him by himself. 
 To win for his individual name some clear specific praise. 
 There were nine Homers, all goodly sons of song ; but where is any 
 record of the eight ? 
 
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 218 PROVEriBlAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 On? grew to fame, an Aiiron's rod, and pwallovvcd np his brethren : ('") 
 
 Who kno.veth ? more dir-tiiictly tilled, those dead eiglit liad Uved ; 
 
 But t!ic censers wero ranged in a circle, to mingle their sweets witliout a 
 
 ditTerence. 
 
 Art thou named of a common crowd, and sensible of high aspirings ? 
 
 It ii hard for thee to rise, — yet strive : thou mayst be among them a 
 
 Musajiis. 
 Art thou named of a family, tlie same in successive generations ? 
 It is open to thee still to earn for epithets, such an one, the good or great. 
 Art thon named foolishly ? show that thou art wiser than thy fathers, 
 I ivc to shame their vanity or sin by dutiful devotion to thy sphere. 
 Art thou named discreetly ? it is well, the course is free ; 
 No competitor shall claim thy colours, neither fix his faults upon thee : 
 Hasten to the goal of fame bctv.'oen the posts of duty, 
 And win a blessing from the world, that men may love thy name ; 
 Yea, that the unction of its praise, in fragrance well deserving, 
 May float adown the stream of time, like ambergris at sea ; 
 So thy sons may tell their sons, and those may teach their children, 
 He died in goodness, as he lived ; — and left us his good name. 
 And more than these : there is a roll whereon thy name is written ; 
 See that, on the Book of Doom, that name is fixed in light : 
 Then, safe within a better home, where time and its titles are not found, 
 God will give thee his new Name, and write it on thy heart : 
 A Name, better than of sons, a Name dearer than of daughters, 
 A Name of union, peace, and praise, as numbered in thy God. 
 
 OF THINGS. 
 
 Abstracted from all substance, and flying with the feathered flock of 
 
 thoughts, 
 The idea of a thing hath the nature of its Soul, a separate seeming es- 
 sence : 
 Intimately linked to the idea, suggesting many qualities. 
 The name of a thing hath the nature of its Mind, an intellectual recorder: 
 And the matter of a thing, concrete, i^ a Body to the perfect creature,
 
 OF THINGS. 21D 
 
 > 
 
 Compacted three in one, as all things else within the Universe. 
 
 Nothing canst thou add to them, and nothing take away, for all havo 
 
 these proportion-, 
 
 Tl e thought, the wcrd, the form, ccmlining in the Thing: 
 
 All separate, yet harmonizing well, and mingled each with other, 
 
 One whole in several parts, yet each part spreading to a whole : 
 
 The idea is a whole, and the meaning phrase that spake idea, a whole, 
 
 And the matter, as ye see it, is a whole ; the mystery of true tri-unity : 
 
 Yea, there is even a deeper mystery, — which none, I wot, can fathom. 
 
 Matter, different from properties whereby the solid substance is described. 
 
 For, size and weight, cohesion and the like, live di-tinct from matter, 
 
 Yet wlio can image matter, unendoweil with size and weight ? 
 
 As in the spiritual, so in the material, man must rest with patience, 
 
 And wait for other eyes wherewith to read the books of God. 
 
 Men have talked learnedly of atoms, as if matter could be ever indivisible. 
 They talk, but ill are skilled to teach, and darken truth by fancies : 
 An atom by our grosser sense was never yet conceived, 
 And nothing can be thought so small, as not to be divided : 
 For an atom runneth to infinity, and never shall be caught in space, 
 And a molecule is no more indivisible than Saturn's belted orb. 
 Things intangible, multiplied by multitudes, never will amass to substance. 
 Neither can a thing which may be touched, be made of impalpable pro- 
 portions ; 
 The sum of indivisibles must needs be indivisible, as adding many nothings, 
 .\nd the building up of atoms into matter is but a silly sophism ; 
 Lucretius and keen Anaximander, and many that have followed in their 
 
 thoughts, 
 (P^or error hath a long black shadow, dimming light for ages,) 
 In the foolishno-s of men without a God fancied to fashion Matter 
 Of intangibles, and therefore uncohcring, indivisibles and therefore Spirit. 
 
 Things breed thoughts ; therefore at Thebes and Heliopolis, 
 In liieroglyphic sculptures are the priestly secrets written ; 
 Things breed thoughts ; therefore was the Athens of Idolatry 
 Set with carved images, frequent as the trees of Academus ; 
 Things breed thoughts ; therefore the Brahmin and the Bunnan 
 With mvthologic shapes adorn tlieir coarse pantheon : 
 Tilings breed thoughts ; therefore the statue and the picture.
 
 220 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Relics, rosnrles, and miracles in act, quicken the Papist in his worship: 
 Things breed thoughts ; therefore the lovers at their parting, 
 Interchanged with tearful smiles the dear reminding tokens ; 
 Things breed thoughts ; therefore, when the clansman met his foe, 
 The blosd-sta'ned claymore in his hand revived the memories of vengeance. 
 
 Things teach with double force ; through the animal eye, and through 
 
 the mind, 
 And the eye catchcth in an instant, what the ear shall not learn within an 
 
 hour. 
 Thence is the potency of travel, the precious might of its advantages 
 To compc-ni-atc its dissipative harm, its toil and cost and danger. 
 Ulysses, v/andcring to many shores, lived in many cities. 
 And thereby learnt the minds of men, and stored his own more richly : 
 Herodotus, the accurate and kindly, spake of that he saw, 
 And reaped his knowledge on the spot, in fertile fields of Egypt : 
 Lycurgus culled from every clima the golden fruits of justice ; 
 And Plato roamed through foreign lands, to feed on truth in all. 
 For travel, conversant with Things, bringeth them in contact with the mind ; 
 We breathe the wholesome atmosphere about ungarbled truth : 
 Pictures of fact arc painted on the eye, to decorate the house of intellect, 
 Rather than visions of fancy, filling all the chambers with a vapour. 
 For, in ideas, the great mind will exaggerate, and the lesser extenuate truth : 
 But in Things the one is chastened, and the other quickened, to equality : 
 And in Names, — though a property be told, ratb.er than an arbitrary 
 
 accident, 
 Still shall the thought be vague or false, if none hath seen the Thing; 
 For in Things the property with accident staudeth in a mass concrete, 
 These cannot cheat the sense, nor elude the vigilance of spirit. 
 Travel is a ceaseless fount of surface education. 
 
 But its wisdom will be simply superficial, if thou add not thoughts to things : 
 Yet, aided by the ^'arnish of society, things may serve for thoughts, 
 Till many dullards that have seen the v/orld shall pass for scholars : 
 Because one single glance will conquer all descriptions. 
 Though graphic, these left some imsaid, though true, these tended to some 
 
 error. 
 And the most witless eye that saw, had a juster notion of its object, 
 Than the shrewdest mind that hrt2.ni and shaped its gathered thoughts of 
 
 Things.
 
 OF FAITH. . 221 
 
 OF FAITH. 
 
 Confidence was bearer of the palm ; for it looked like conviction of desert: 
 
 And where tlie strong is well assured, the weaker soon allow it. 
 
 JIajesty and beauty are commingled, in moving- with immutable decision, 
 
 And well may charm the coward hearts that tnrn and hide for fear. 
 
 Faith, nrmness, confidence, consistency, — these are wt-ll allied ; 
 
 Yea, let a man press on in aught, he shall not lack of honour : 
 
 For such an one seemetli,as superior to the native instability of creatures : 
 
 That he doeth, he doeth as a god, and men will marvel at his courage. 
 
 Even in crimes a partial praise cannot be denied to daring, 
 
 And many fearless chiefs have won the friendship of a foe. 
 
 Confidence is conqueror of men ; victorious both over tliem and in them ; 
 The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail : 
 A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, 
 And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled : 
 The tenderest child, unconscious of a fear, will shame the man to danger, 
 And v/hen he dared it, danger died, and faith had vanquished fear. 
 Boldness is akin to power : yea, because ignorance is weakness, 
 Knou'ledge with unshrinking might will nerve the vigorous hand : 
 Boldness hath a startling strength ; the mouse may fright a lion, 
 And oftentimes the horned herd is scared by some brave cur. 
 Courage hath analogy with faith, for it st^mdcth both in animal and moral; 
 The true is mindful of a God, the false is stout in self: 
 But true or false, the twain are faith ; and faith worketh wonders : 
 Never was a marvel done upon the eaith, but it had sprung of faith : 
 Nothing noble, generous, or great, but faith was the root of the achieve- 
 ment ; 
 Nothing comely, nothing famous, but its praise is faith. 
 Leonidas fought in human faith, osi Joshua in divine : 
 Xcnophon trusted to his .skill, and the sons of Mattathias to their cause: (") 
 In foith Columbus found a path across those untried waters : 
 The heroines of Arc and Sarngossa fought in eartiily faith : 
 Tell was strong, and Alfred great, and Luther wise, by faith ; 
 Rlargaret by faith was vahant (or her son, and Wallace might}' for Us 
 people :
 
 222 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Faith in his reason made Socrates sublime, as faith in his science, Galileo : 
 Ambassadors in faitli arc bold, and unreproved for boldness : 
 Faith urged Fabius to delays, and sent forth Hannibal to Canna; : 
 Ca3sar at the Rubicon, Miltiades at Marathon : both were sped by faith. 
 I set not all in equal sj)licros : 1 number not the martyr with the patriot ; 
 I class not the hero with his horse, because the twain liave courage : 
 But only for ensample and instruction, that all things stand by faith ; 
 Albeit faith of divers kinds, and varying in degrees. 
 Tiiere is faith towards men, and there is faith towards God ; 
 The latter is the gold, and the former is the brass ; but both are sturdy 
 
 metal : 
 And the brass mingled with the gold floweth into rich Corinthian ; 
 A substance bright and hard and keen, to point x\chilles' spear : 
 So shall thou stop the way against the foes that hem. thee ; 
 Trust in GoJ, to strengtiien man ; — be bold, for He doth help. 
 
 Yet more : for confidence in man, even to the worst and meanest, 
 
 Hath power to overcome his ill, by charitable good. 
 
 Fling thine unreserving trust, even on the conscience of a culprit, 
 
 Soon wilt thou shame him by thy faith, and he will melt and mend : 
 
 The hest of thieves will harm thee not, if thou dost bear thee boldly : 
 
 Boldly, yea and kindly, as relying on their honour : 
 
 For the hand so stout against agression, is quite disarmed by charity ; 
 
 And tiiat warm sun will thaw the heart case-hardened by long Irost. 
 
 Treat men gently, trust them strongly, if thou wish their weal ; 
 
 Or cautious doubts and bitter thoughts will tempt the best to foil thee ; 
 
 Believe the well in sanguine liope, and thou shalt reap the better ; 
 
 But if thou deal with men so ill, thy dealings make them worse. 
 
 Despair not of some gleams of g(jod still lingering in the darkest. 
 
 And among veterans in crime, plead thou as with their children : 
 
 So astonicd at humanities, the bad heart long estranged. 
 
 Shall even weep to feel himself so little worth thy love ; 
 
 In wholesome sorrow will he bless thee ; yea, and in that spirit may 
 
 repent ; 
 Thus, wilt thou gain a soul, in mercy given to thy faith. 
 
 Look aside to lack of faith, the mass of ills it bringeth ; 
 All things treacherous, base, and vile, dissolving the brotherhood of men. 
 Bonds break ; the cement hath lost its hold, and each is separate from 
 other ;
 
 OF FAITH. 223 
 
 That which shoulJ be neighbourly and good, is craikcrcd into bitterness 
 
 and evil. 
 O thuu serpent, fell Suspicion, coiling coid'y round tlic heart, — 
 O thou asp of subtle Jealousy, slinging liotiy to the soul, — 
 O distrust, reserve, and doubt, — what rejitile sliapes arc here, 
 Poisoning the garden of a world with death among its flowers! 
 No need of many word-, the tale is easy to bo told : 
 A point will touch the truth, a line suggest the | icture. 
 For if, in thine own home, a cautious man and captious, 
 Thou hintest at suspicion of a servant, thou soon wilt make a thief; 
 Or if, too keen in care, thou dost evidently disbelieve thy child, 
 Thou hast injured the texture of his honour, and smoothed to liim the 
 
 way of lying : 
 Or if thou obervest upon friends, as seeking thee seltishly for interest, 
 Thou hast hurt their kindliness lo thee, and shalt be paid with scorn : 
 Or if, O silly ones of marriage, your foul and foolish thoughts, 
 Ilashly misinterpreting in each the levity of innocence for sin. 
 Shall pour upon the lap of home pain where once was pleasure, 
 And m.i.x contentions in the cup, that mantled once with comforts, 
 Bitterly and justly shall ye rue the punishment due to unbelief; 
 Ye trust not each the other, nor the mutual vows of God ; 
 Take heed, for the pit may now be near, a pit of your own digging, — 
 Faith abused tempteth unto crime, and doubt may make its monster. 
 
 Man verily is vile, but more in capability than action ; 
 
 His sinfulness is deep, but his transgressions may be few, even from the 
 
 absence of temptation : 
 He is hanging in a gulf midway, but the air is breathable about him : 
 Tlirust him not from that slight hold, to perish in the vapours underneath, 
 For, God pleadeth with the deaf, as having cars to hear, 
 Christ speaketh to the dead, as those that are capable of living; 
 And an evil teacher is that man, a temi)ter to much sin. 
 Who looketh on his hearers with distrust, and hath no confidence in 
 
 brethren. 
 All may mend ; and sympathies are healing ; and reason hath its influence 
 
 with the worst ; 
 And in those worst is ample hope, if only thou have charity, and faith. 
 
 Somewhiles have I watched a man cx:;hanging the sobriety of faith,
 
 224 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Old Ironps for new, — even for fanatical excitements. 
 
 IIo gained surface, but lost solidity ; heat, 'in lieu of health ; 
 
 And still with swelling words and tlioughts he scorned his ancient coldness : 
 
 But his strengtli was siiorn as Samson's ; lie wallced he knew not whither ; 
 
 Doubt was on his daily path ; and duties showed not certain. 
 
 Until, in an liour of enthusiasm, stung with secret fears, 
 
 lie pinned the safety of his soul on some fake prophet's sleeve. 
 
 And then, that sure v<"ord failed ; and with it failed his faitii ; 
 
 It iliiled, and fell ; O deep and dreadful v;as his fall in faith. 
 
 lie could not stop, with reason's rein, his coursers on the slope, 
 
 And so they daslied him down the chft" of hardened unbelief. 
 
 With overreaching grasp he had strained for visionary treasures, 
 
 Br.t a fiend had cheated his presumption, and hurled him to despair ; 
 
 So he lay in his blood, the victim of a credulous false faith. 
 
 And many niglits, and night-like days, he dwelt in outer darkness, 
 
 But, within a while, his variable mind caught a now impression, 
 
 A new impression of the good old stamp, that scaled him v.'hen a child : 
 
 lie wa,s softened, and abjured his infidelity ; he was wiser, and despised 
 
 his credulity . 
 And turned again to simple faith more simply tiiiin before. 
 Experience had declared too well his mind was built of water, 
 And so renouncing strengtli m self, he fixed his faitli in God. 
 
 It is not fcr me to stipulate for creeds ; Bible, Church, and Reason, 
 
 These three shall lead the mind, if any can, to truth. 
 
 But I must stipulate for fliith ; both God and man demand it : 
 
 Trust is great in either world, if any would be well. 
 
 Verily, the skeptical propen.^ity is an universal foe ; 
 
 Sneering piTrho never found, nor cared to find, a friend : 
 
 How could he trust another ? and himself, whom would ho not deceive ? 
 
 His proper gains were all his aim, and interests clash witli kindness. 
 
 So, the Bedouin goeth armed, an enemy to all, 
 
 The spear is stuck beside his couch, the dagger hid beneath his pil!ov.% 
 
 For society, void of mutual trust, of credit, and of fiitli. 
 
 Would fall asunder as a waterspout, snapped from the cloud's attraction. 
 
 Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise have shown : 
 Faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have 
 witnessed,
 
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 Therefore, in the first, saints and martjTs have fulfilled their mission, 
 
 Conquering d:Lngers, courting deaths, and triumphing in all. 
 
 Therefore, in tlie last, the magician and the wilch, victims of their own 
 
 delusion, 
 Have g.'.insd the bitter wages of impracticable sins. 
 They believed in allegiance with Sat;\n ; they worked in that bolief, 
 And thereby earned the loss and harai of guilt tl at might net Ix^, 
 For, faith hath two hands ; with the one it .iddetli viitue to indifferent^ ; 
 Yea, it sanctified a Judith and a Jacl, for what otherwise v.-ero treachery 
 
 and murder : 
 Willi the other hand it heapeth crime even on impossibles or si.mplcs, 
 And many a wizard well deserved the faggot for his faith : 
 He trusted in his intercourse with evil, he sacrificed heartily to fiends, 
 He withered up with curses to the limit of his will, anJ was vile, becauso 
 
 he thought himself a villain. 
 
 A great mind is ready to believe, for he hungereth to feed on fact?, 
 
 And the gnawing stomach of his ignorance craveth mireasing to be filled : 
 
 A little mind is boastful and incredulous, for he fancieth all knowledge is 
 
 his own. 
 So will he Cflvil at a truth ; how should it be tnic, and he not know it ? — 
 There is an easy scheme, to solve all riddles by the sensual, 
 And thus, despising mysteries, to feel the more sufScient : 
 For it comforteth tlic foul hard heart, to reject the pure unseen, 
 And rclieveth the dull soft head, to hinder one from gazing upon vacancy. 
 True wisdom, labouring to expound, Iicarcth others readily ; 
 False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument. 
 Tlie sum of certainties is found so small, their field so wide an universe, 
 That many things may truly be, which man hath not conceived : 
 The characters revealed of God are a strong mind's sole assurance 
 That any strangeness may not stand a sober theme for faith. 
 Ignorance being light denied, this ought to shov.- tlie stronger in its view, 
 But ignorance is commonly a double negjitive, both of light and morals : 
 So. adding vanity to blindness, for ease it taketli refuge in a doubt, 
 And aching scon witli ceaseless doubt, it finishcth tlic strife by misbc- 
 
 Ueving. 
 
 Faith, by its verj' nature, shall embrace both credence and obedience : 
 Yea, tho word for both is one, aad cannot ho divided. C^^> 
 
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 226 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 For, work void of faith, wherein can it be counted for a duty ? 
 
 And faith not seen in work, — whereby can the doctrine be discovered ? 
 
 Faith in religion is an instrument ; a handle, and the hand to turn it ; 
 
 Less a condition than a mean, and more an opera';ion than a virtue. 
 
 A moral sickness, like to sin, must have a moral cure ; 
 
 And foith alone can heal the mind, whose malady is sense. 
 
 Ye are told of God's deep love ; they that believe will love him ; 
 
 They that love him, will obey ; and obedience hatli its blessing. 
 
 Ye are taught of the soul's great price : they that believe will prize it, 
 
 And, prizing soul, will cherish well the hopes that make it happy. 
 
 Effects spring from feelings : and feelings grow of faith : 
 
 If a man conceive himself insulted, will not his anger suite ? 
 
 Thus, let a soul believe his state, his danger, destiny, redemption, 
 
 Will he not feel eager to be safe, like him that kept the prison at Philippi ? 
 
 A mother had an only son, and sent hiiii out to sea: 
 
 Hhe was a widow, and in penury ; and he must seek his fortunes. 
 
 How cfcen in the wintry nights, when waves and winds were howling, 
 
 Her heart was torn with sickening dread, and bled to see her boy. 
 
 And on one sunny morn, when all around was comfort, 
 
 News came tliat, weeks agone, the vessel had been wrecked ; 
 
 Yea, wrecked, and he was dead I they had seen him perisli in his agony : 
 
 Oh tJ)cn, what agony was like to hers, — for she believed the tale ? 
 
 She v/as bowed and broken down with sorrow, and uncomforted in prayer ; 
 
 Many nights she mourned, and pined, and had no hope but death. 
 
 But on a day, while sorely she was weeping, a stranger broke upon her 
 
 loneliness, — 
 He had nev/s to tell, that weather-beaten man, and must not be denied : 
 And what were tiie v.onder-working words that made this mourner joyous, 
 That swept her heaviness away, and filled her wc-Jd with praise ? 
 Her son was saved, — is alive, — is near ! — O did slie stop to question ? 
 No, rushing in the force of faith, she met liim at the door ! 
 
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 All is vanity which is not honesty ; — thus is it graven on the tomb ;— 
 And there is no wisdom but in piety ; — so the dead man preacheth :
 
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 For, in a simple villag? church, among tliose classic shades 
 
 Which sylvan Evelyn loved to rear, (his praise and my delight,) 
 
 These, the words of truth, are writ upon !iis s"!palchr3 
 
 Who hMrnt much lore, and knew all trs?s from the cedar to the hys:op 
 
 on iho wall. 
 A ju'^t conjun'";ion, god'inefs and honesty, minist-^rincr to hoth world-. 
 Well v.Td, and ill to b? divided, a pair that God hath joined tosrotlier. 
 I tor.ch not now the valgar thought, as of tricks and chcateries in trade ; 
 J speak of hone-t purpise, character, speech and action : 
 For an honest man hath special need of charity, and prudence, 
 or a c'e^p and humbling self-acquaintance, and of blessed commerce witli 
 
 his God, 
 So t'liat the keennesses of truth may be freed from asperities of censure, 
 And the just btit vacillating mind be not made the pendulum of argim^ents : 
 For a false reason, shrewdly put, can often not be answerer! on the instant. 
 And prudence lookcth unto faith, content to wait solutions: 
 Yea, it lookefh, yea, it waiteth, still holding honesty in leash, 
 Lest, as a hot voang hound, it track not game, but vermin. 
 Many a man of honest heart, but ignorant of self and God, 
 Hath followed the marsh-fires of pestilence, esteeming them the lights of 
 
 tr ith ; 
 He heard a cause, which he had not skill to solve, — and so received it 
 
 gladly. 
 And that cause brought its consequence of harm to an unstab'e soul. 
 Prudence for a man's own sake, never should be separate from lionesty 
 And charity, for other's good and his, must still be joined therewith : 
 For the harshly chiding tongue hath neither pleasuring nor profit. 
 And the cold unsympathizing heart never g-ained a good. 
 Sin is a sore, and folly is a fever ; touch them tenderly for healing ; 
 The bad chirurgeon's awkward knife harmeth spite of honesty. 
 Still, a rough diamond is better than the polished paste, — 
 That courteous, flattering fool, who spake of vice as virtue : 
 And honesty, even by itself, though making many adversaries, 
 Whom prudence might have set aside, or charity have softened, 
 Evermore will prosper at the last, and gain a man great honour 
 By giving others many goods, to his own cost and hindrance. 
 
 Freedom is father of the honest, and sturdy Independence is his brother: 
 These three, with heart and hand, dwell together in unity.
 
 223 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 The blunt yeoman, stout and true, will speak unto princes unabashed : 
 
 His mind is loyal, just and free, a crystal in its plain integrity ; 
 
 What should make such an one ashamed ? where courtiers kneel, he 
 
 standetii ; — 
 I will indeed bow before the kinjr, but knees were knit for God. 
 And many such there be. of a high and noble conscience, 
 ITonourable, generous, and kind, though ble:sscd with little light: 
 What should he barter for his freedom ? some petty gain of gold ? 
 Free of speecli, and free in act, magnates honour him for boldness : 
 Long may he uotirish in his peace, and a st^ilwart race around him, 
 Rooted in the soil like oaks, and hardy as tlie pine upon the mountains ! 
 
 Yet, there be others, that will truckle to a lie, selling honesty for interest : 
 
 And do they gain ? — they gain but loss ; a little cash, with scorn. 
 
 Behold, the sorrowful change wrought upon a fallen nature : 
 
 He liath lost liis own esteem, and other men's respect ; 
 
 For the buoyancy of upriglit fiiith, ho is clothed in the heaviness of 
 
 cringing ; 
 For plain trutli where none could err, he hath chosen tortuous paths ; 
 In lieu of his majesty of countenance — the timorous glances of servility : 
 Instead of Freedom's honest pride, — the spirit of a slave. 
 
 Nevertheless, there is somewhat to be pleaded, even for a nec«ssarj' guile, 
 
 Whilst the world, and all that is therein, lieth deep in evil. 
 
 Who can be altogether honest, — a chamjuon never out of mail, 
 
 Ready to braak a lance for truth with every crowding error ? 
 
 Who can be alcogetlier honest, — dragging out the secrecies of life, 
 
 And risking to be lashed and loathed for each unkind disclosure ? 
 
 Who can be altogctlier honest, — living in perpetual contentions. 
 
 And prying out the petty cheats that swell the social scheme ? 
 
 For he must speak his instant mind, — a mind corrupt and sinful, 
 
 Exhibiting to other men's disgust its undisguised defonnities ; 
 
 He must utter all the hatred of liis heart, find add to it the venom of his 
 
 tongue ; 
 Skill he feel, and Iiide hisc feelings ? that were tlie meanness of a hypo- 
 crite. — 
 Still, O man, such hypocrisy is bettor than this bold honesty to fin : 
 Kill the feeling, or coaceal it : let shame at least do the work of charity. 
 O charity, thou livest not ia warnings, paeddling annoiig men,
 
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 Rebuking every foolish word, and censuring small ijin? ; 
 This is not thy secret, — rather wilt thou hide their multitude, 
 And silence the condi'mning tongue, and wearisome exhortation, 
 But for thee, thy strength and zeal shine in encouragem(;nt to good, 
 Lifting up tlte lantern of ensample, that wanderers may find the way : 
 That lantern is not lit to gaze on all the hatefulness of evil. 
 But set on high for life and light, the loveliness of good. 
 The hard censorious mind sitteLh as a keen anatomist, 
 Trucking up the fibres in corruption, and prying on a fearful corpse : 
 But the charitable soul is a young lover, enamoured little wisely. 
 That sav/ no fault in her he loved, and souglit to see one less ; 
 Ko, in his kind and genial light, she grew more v/orthy of his love ; 
 Won to good by gentle suns, and not by frowning tempest. 
 
 Verily, infirm thyself, — be slow to chide a brother's imperfections : 
 
 For many times the decent veil must hang on faults of nature, 
 
 And the rude hands, that rend it, offend against the modesty of right, 
 
 While seeming zeal, and its effort to do good, is only feigned self-praise : 
 
 Often will tiie meannesses of life, hidden away in corners, 
 
 Prove v/isdom ; and the generous is glad to leave tliem unregarded in the 
 
 shade. 
 The follies none are found to prai.sc, let them die unblamed : 
 Thine honest strife will only tend to make some think them wise : 
 And small convcntion;il deceits-, let them live uncensurcd : 
 Or if tliou war with pigmies, thou shalt haply help the cranes. 
 Where to i;e blind was safety, Ovid had been wi^^j for winking: (^') 
 And v.-hen ix tell-tale might do 'lann, be sure it is prudent to be dumb : 
 That which is just and fit is often found combating witli honesty ; 
 In the cause of good, bo wise ; and in a case indifferent, keep silence. 
 
 Let honesty's unblushing face be shaded by the mantle of humility. 
 
 So shall it shine a lamp of love, and not the torch of strife : 
 
 Otherwise the lantern of Diogenes, presumptuously thrust before the 
 
 face, 
 If it never find an hcnest man, shall often make an angered. 
 Let honesty Iw companied by charity of heart, lest it walk unwelcome, 
 Or the mouthing censor of others and himself, scon sliall sink to scorn. 
 Lot honesty bo added unto innoconce of life : then a man m\y only be it« 
 
 martyr :
 
 230 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 But if openness of spcccli be found with secrecy of guilt, the martyr wil 
 be S3en a maletiictor. 
 
 There is a cunning scheme, to put on surface biuntness, 
 
 And cover still deep water, with iho clamorous ripples of a shallow. 
 
 For a man, to gain liis saltish end-, will make a sUilking-horse of honesty ; 
 
 And hide liis poac!ii:ig limbs behind, that he may cheat the quicker. 
 
 Such an one is loud and ostentatious, full of oaths for argument, 
 
 B;\a?tful of hoi'.oi.r and sincerity, and not to be put down by ficts : 
 
 He is obstinate, anil showeth it lor firmness ; he is rude, displaying it for 
 
 tr,;th : 
 And glorieth in doggedness of temper, as if it were uncompromising 
 
 jr.stice. 
 He aware of such a man ; his brawling covereth designs ; 
 'i'his specious show of honesty cometh as the herald of a thief: 
 His feint is made with awkward c'ashing on the buckler's boss, 
 Cu.t meanwhile doth his secret skill ensure its fatal aim. 
 Tiiis is the hypocrite of honesty ; ye may knovv him by an overacted 
 
 part ; 
 Taking pains to turn and twist, where other men walk straight ; 
 Or walking straight, he will not step aside to let another pass. 
 But roughly pushcth on, provoking opposition on the way ; 
 He is full of disquietude lor calmness, full cf intriguing for simplicity. 
 Valorous with those wlio cannot fight, and humble to the brave : 
 Where brotherly advice were good, this man rudely blameth, 
 And on some small occasion, flattereth with coarse praise. 
 The craven in a lion's skin hath conquered by his character for courage ; 
 »Sheei)'s clothing helped the wolf, till he slew by his character for kind- 
 
 For honesty hath many gains, and well the wise have known 
 
 This will jirosper to the end, and fill their house with gold. 
 
 The phosphorus of cheatery will fade, and all its profit perish, 
 
 While honesty, with glowing light, endureth as the moon. 
 
 Yea, it would bo wise in a world of thieves, where cheating were a 
 
 virtue. 
 To dare the vice of honesty, if any would be rich. 
 For that which by the laws of God is heightened into duty, 
 jEver, in the practice of a man, will be seen both policy and privilege.
 
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 Thank God, ye toilers for your bread, in that, daily labouring, 
 
 He hath suflercd the bubbles of scK-interest to float upon the stream of 
 
 duty : 
 For honesty, of every kind, approved by God and man. 
 Of wealth and better weal is found the richest cornucopia. 
 Tempered by humbleness and charity, honesty of speech h;ith honour ; 
 And mingled well with prudence, honesty of purpose hath its praise : 
 Trust paveth homage unto truth, rewarding honesty of action : 
 And all men love to lean on him, who never failed nor fainted. 
 Frerdom glowotli in his eyes, and nobleness of nature at his heart, 
 And Indepon lence took a crown and fixed it on his head : 
 So, he stood in his intregrity, just and firm of purpose, 
 Aiding many, fearing none, a spectacle to angels, and to men : 
 Yea, — when the shattered globe shall rock in the throes of dissolution, 
 Still, will he stand in his integrity, sublime — an honest man. 
 
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 Better is the mass of men. Suspicion, than thy fears 
 
 Kinder than thy t'lought"^, O chilling heart of Prudence, 
 
 Purer than thy judgments, ascetic tongue of censure, 
 
 In all things worthier to love, if not also wiser to esteem. 
 
 Yea, let the moralist condemn, there be large extenuations of his verdict. 
 
 Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure, the most are rather loveable 
 
 than hateful. 
 How many pleasant faces shed their light on every side! 
 How many angels unawares have crossed thy casual way ! 
 How often, in thy journeyings, hast thou made thee instant friends. 
 Found, to be loved a little while, and lost, to meet no more; 
 Friends of happy reminiscence, althou^rh so transient in their converse, 
 Liberal, cheerful, and sincere, a crowd of kindly traits. 
 I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much ])oople, 
 But never yet could find the spot imsunned by human kindness : 
 Some more and some less, — but, truly, all can claim a little ; 
 And a man may travel through the world, and sow it thick with friend- 
 ships.
 
 232 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 There be indeecl, to say it in all sorrow, bad opostato souls, 
 Deserted of their ministering angels, and givon up to hberty of sin, — 
 And otlier some, the miserly and mean, wliose eyes are keen and greedy, 
 With stony hearts, and iron fists, to filch, and scrape, and clutch, — ■ 
 And others yet again, the coarse in mind, selfish, sensual, brutish, 
 Seeming as incapable of softer thought=, and dead to bettor deeds ; 
 Such, no lover of the good, no follower of the generous and gentle, 
 Can nearer grow to love, than may consist with pity. 
 Few verily arc these amon^i; tha mass, and cast in fouler moulds. 
 Few and poor in friends, and well-deserving of their poverty : 
 Yet, or ever thou hast harshly judged, and linked their presence to disgust, 
 Consider well the thousand things that made them all they are. 
 Thou hast not thought upon the causes, ranged in consecutive necessity, 
 Which tended long to these effects, with sure constraining power. 
 For each of those unlovely ones, if thou couldst hear his story. 
 Hath ranch to urge of just excuse, at least as men count justice : 
 Foolish education, tiiwarted opportunities, natural propensities un- 
 checked, — 
 Thus were they discouraged from all good, and pampered in their evil : 
 And if thou wilt apprehend them well, tenderly looking on tem])tation3, 
 Bearing the base indulgently, and liberally dealing with the froward, 
 Thou shalt discern a few fair fruits even upon trees so withered, 
 Thou shalt understand how some may praise, and some be found to love 
 tliem. 
 
 Nevertheless for these, my counsel is. Avoid them if thou canst ; 
 
 For the finer edges of thy virtues will be dulled by attrition with their 
 
 vice. 
 And there is an enemy within thee ; either to palliate their sin. 
 Until, for surface sweetness, thou too art drawn adown the vertex ; 
 Or, even unto fatal pride, to glorify thy purity by contrast. 
 Until the publican and the harlot stand nearer heaven than the Pliarisee : 
 Or daily strife against their ill, in subtleness may irritate thy soul, 
 And in that strugsjle thou shalt fail, even through infirmity of goodness ; 
 Or, callous by continuanc-e of injuries, thou wilt cease to pardon, 
 Cease to fee!, and cease to care, a cold case-hardened man. 
 Beware of their example, — and thine own ; beware the hazards of the 
 
 battle ; 
 But chiefly be thou ware of this, an unforgiving spirit
 
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 Many are the dangers and temptations compassing a bad man's presence : 
 The upas hath a poi.sonoiis shade, and who would slumber there ? 
 Wiierefore, avoid them if thou canst; only, under providence antl duty, 
 If thy lot be cast with Kedar, patiently and silently live to their rebuke. 
 
 How beautiful ihy feet, and full of grace tliy coming, 
 O better, kind companion, that art well for either world ! 
 Tliere is an atmosphere of happiness flonting round that man, 
 Love is throned upon his heart, and liglit is found within his dwelling, 
 His eyes are rayed with psacefulness, and wisdom waiteth on his tongue ; 
 Seek him out, cherish him well, w^alking in the halo of his influence ; 
 For he shall be fragrance to tliy soul, <i3 a garden of sweet lilies, 
 Hedged and apart from the outer world, an island of the blest among the seas. 
 
 There is an outer world, and there is an inner centre ; 
 And many varying rings concentric round the self: 
 For, first, about a man, — after his communion with heaven, — 
 Is found the helpmate even as himself, the wife of his vows and his affec- 
 tions : 
 See then that ye love in faith, scorning petty je;dousies, 
 For Satan spoileth too much love, by soaring it with doubts ;. 
 See that intimacy die not to indifference, nor aiixiety sink into moroseness. 
 And tend ye well the mutual minds bound in a copartnership for life. 
 
 Ncxtof tliose concentric circles, radiating widely in circumference, 
 
 Wheel in wheel, and world in w-orld, — come the i)and of children : 
 
 A tender nest of soft young hearts, each to be separately studied, 
 
 A curious eager flock of minds, to be severally tamed and tutored. 
 
 And a man, blest with these, hath made his own society, 
 
 He is indep-endent of the world, hanging on his friends more loosely : 
 
 For the little fiices round Iiis hearth are friends enow for him. 
 
 If he seek others, it is for tiie sake of these, and less for his own pleasure. 
 
 Wliat companionship so sweet, yea, who can toacli so v/oU 
 
 As these pure budding intellects, and bright unsullied hearts ? 
 
 What voice so musical as theirs, what visions of elegance so comely, 
 
 What thoughts and hopes and holy prayers, ca'n otliers cause like these ? 
 
 If ye count society for pastime, — what happier recreation than a nursling, 
 
 lis winning v/ays. its prattling tongue, its innocence and mirth ? 
 
 If ye count society for good, — how fair a field is here, 
 
 To guide these souls to God, and multiply thyself for heaven !
 
 234 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 And this sweet social commerce with thy children, growcth as theh 
 
 growth, 
 Unloas thou fail of duty, or have weaned them by thine absence. 
 Keep them near thee, rear tliom well, guide, correct, instruct them : 
 And be the playmate of their games, the judge in their complainings. 
 So shall the maiden ani the youth love thee as their sympathizing friend. 
 And bring their joys to share with thee, their sorrows for consoling : 
 Yea, their inmost hopes shall yearn to thee for counsel. 
 They will not liide their very loves if thou hast won their trust ; 
 Rut, even as man and woman, shall they gladly seek their father, 
 Feeling yet as children feel, though void of fear in honour : 
 And thou shait be a Nestor in the camp, the just and good olJ man, 
 TIeiirty still, though full of years, and held the friend of all ; 
 No secret shall bo kept from thee ; for if ill, thy wisdom may repair it ; 
 If well, thy praise is precious ; and they would not miss that prize. 
 O the blessing of a home, where old and young mix kindly. 
 The young unawed, the old nnchilled, in unreserved communion ! 
 
 that refuge from the world, when a .stricken son or daughter 
 May seek, with confidence of love, a father's hearth and heart ! 
 
 Sure of a welcome, though otlicrs cast them out ; of kindness, though 
 
 men scorn them ; 
 And finding there the last to blame, the earliest to commend. 
 Come unto me, my son, if sin shall iiave tempted thee astray, 
 
 1 will not chide thee like the rest, but help thee to return ; 
 Come unto me, my son, if men rebuke and mock thee, 
 There always shall bo one to bless, — for I am on thy side ! 
 
 Alas, — .ind bitter is their loss, tlic parents and the children, 
 Who, loving up and down the world, have missed each other's friend.ship. 
 Haply, it had grown of careless life, for years go swiftly by; 
 Or sprang of too much carefulness, that drank u.n all the streams: 
 Haply, sullen disappointment came and quenched the fire; 
 Haply, sternness or misrule, crushed or warped the feelings. 
 Then, ill-combined in tempers, they leamt not each the other ; 
 The growing child grew out of love, and drew the breath of fear ; 
 The youth ill-trained renounced his fears, and made a league with cun- 
 ning ; 
 And so tliose hardened men were foes, that should have boon cliief friends. 
 Where was the cause, the mutual caase ! O hunt it out to kill it :
 
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 And what the cure, the simple cure ? — A mutual flash of love. 
 
 For dull estrangernant's daily air froz3 up those syinpathiea 
 
 By cold continuance in apathy, or cutting winds of censure ; 
 
 It was a slow process, which any fleeting Iiour could have melted ; 
 
 But cveiy hour duly came and passed without the sun. 
 
 Caution, care, and dry distrust, obscured each other's mind. 
 
 Til! both those gardens rich to yield, were rank with many weeds : 
 
 And do;'.l)t, a hidden worm, gnawed at the root of their Society, 
 
 They lacked of mutual confidsnce, and lived in mutual dread. 
 
 Judge me, many fathers ; and hearken to my counsel, many sons ; 
 
 I come witli good in either hand, to reconcile contentions : 
 
 For better friends can no man have, than those whom (iod hath given, 
 
 And he that hath despised t!ic gift, tlio'.ight ill of that he knew not. 
 
 Be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the sons) — and win patemal friendships, 
 
 Cultivate their kindness, seek them out with honour, and be the screening 
 
 Japheth to their failings : 
 And be ye wiser, — (I speak unto the fathers.) — gain those filial comrades. 
 Cherish their reasonable converse, and look not with coldness on your 
 
 children. 
 For the friendship of a child is the brightest gem set upon the circlet of 
 
 Society, 
 A jewel wortii a world of pains, — a jewel seldom seen. 
 
 The third cycle on the Avatcrs, another of those rings upon the onyx, 
 
 A further definite broad zone, holdeth kith and kin ; 
 
 A motley band of many tribes, and under various banners ; 
 
 The intimate and strangers, the known and loved, or only seen for loath- 
 ing : 
 
 Some, dear for their deserts, shall honor.r and have honour of relation- 
 ship, 
 
 Some, de.-pising duties, will add to it both burden and disgrace. 
 
 A man's nearest kin are oftentimes for other than his dearest, 
 
 Yet in the season of affliction those will haste to help him. 
 
 For, note thou this, the providence of God hath bound up families to- 
 gether, 
 
 To mutual aid and patient trial ; yea, those ties are strong, 
 
 Friends are ever dearer in thy wealth, but relations to be trusted in thy 
 need, 
 
 For these are God's appointed way, and those the choice of man.
 
 236 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 There is lower wannth in the kin, but smaller truth in friends, 
 The latter show more surface, and the first have n.ore of depth. 
 Relations rally to the rescue, even in estrangement and neglect, 
 Wliere friends will have lied at thy defeat, even after promises and kind- 
 ness. 
 For friends come and go, the Vvhim that bound may loose them, 
 But none can dissever a relationship, and Fate hath tied the knoL 
 
 Wide, and edged with shadowy bounds, a distant boulevard to the city, 
 
 The common crowd of social life is buzzUng round about ; 
 
 That is as the outer court, with all defences levelled. 
 
 Ranged around a man's own fortress, and his father's house. 
 
 For many friends go in and out, and praise thee, finding pasture. 
 
 And some arc honey-comb to-day, who turn to gall to-morrow : 
 
 And many a garrulous acquaintance with frequent visit 
 
 Will spend his leisure to thy cost, selling dullness dearly : 
 
 For the idle call is a heavy tax, where time is counted gold, 
 
 And even in the daj^ of relaxation, haply he may spars his presence, — 
 
 He found himself alone, and came to talk, — till they that hear are tired ; 
 
 Let the man bethink him of an errand, that his face be not unwelcome. 
 
 But many friends there be, both well and Vi'isely greeted. 
 
 Gladly a.re they hailed uptjn the liills, and are chidden that they come sc 
 
 seldom. 
 Of such are the early recollections, schoolfriendsliips that ha\e thriven tc 
 
 gray hairs, 
 And veteran men are young once more, and talk of boyish pranks ; 
 And such, yet older on the list, are those who loved thy lather, 
 Thy father's friend, and thine, who tendereth thee tried love : 
 Such also, many gentle hearts, whom thou hast known too lately, 
 Hastening now to learn their wortli, and chary of those minutes ; 
 And such thy faithfi J pastor, coming to thy home with peace, — 
 Greet the good nian heartily, — and bid thy children bless him ! 
 
 Many thouglit.<, many thoughts, — ^who can catch them all ? 
 
 The best are ever swiftest-winged, the duller lag behind ; 
 
 For behold, iu these vast themes, my mind is as a forest of the West, 
 
 And flocking pigeons come in clouds, and bend the groaning branches ; 
 
 Here for a rest, then off and away, — they have sped to other climes,
 
 OF SOLITUDE. 237 
 
 And leave me lo rr.j- peace crce ir.crc, a hcliday ftcm thoughts. 
 I dare not lure them back, for the mighty subject of Society 
 Would tempt to many a hackneyed note in m.any a weary key : 
 Sage warmings, stout advice, experiences ever to be learned, 
 The foolish floatiness of vanity, and solemn trumperies of pride, — 
 Economy, the poor man's mint, — extravagance, tlie rich man's pitfall, 
 Harmful copings with the better, and empty-headed apings of the worse, 
 Circumstance and custom, sympathies, antipathies, diverse kinds of con- 
 versation. 
 Vapid pleasures, the wearines of gayety, the strife and bustle of the world, 
 Home comforts, the miseries of style, the cobweb lines of etiquette, 
 The hoUowness of courtesies, and substance of deceits, — idleness, business, 
 
 and pastime, — 
 The multitude of matters to be done, the v.'hen, and where, and how, 
 And varj'ing shades of characters, to do, undo, or miss them, — 
 All these, and many more alike, thick converging fancies. 
 Flit in throngs about my theme, as honey-bees at even to their hive. 
 Find an end, or make one ; these seeds are dragon's teeth : 
 Sown thoughts grow to things, and fill that field, the world ; 
 Many wise have gone before, and used the sickle well : 
 Who can find a corner now, where none have bound the sheaves ? 
 So, other some m:iy reap : I do but glean and gather : 
 My sorry handful hath been culled after the ripe harvest of Society, 
 
 OF SOLITUDE. 
 
 Who hath known his brother, — or found him in his Ireedom unrestrained ? 
 Even he whose hidden glance hath watched liis deepest Solitude. 
 For we walk the world in domino, putting on characters and habits, 
 And wear a social Janus-mask, while others stand around : 
 I speak not of the hypocrite, nor dream of meant deceptions. 
 But of that quick unconscious change, whereof the best know most. 
 For mind hath its influence on mind ; and no man is free but when alone : 
 Yea, let a dog be watching thee, its eye will tend to thy restnxint. 
 Self-possession cannot be so perfect, with another intellect beside thee ; 
 It is not as a natural result, but ratlier tlie educated produce.
 
 238 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Th'^ presence of a second spirit must control thino own, 
 
 And throw it off its equipoise of peace, to balance by an effort 
 
 The common minds of common men know of this but Utile ; 
 
 What then ? they know nothing of thgmsel; e.> : I spsak to those wlio know ; 
 
 The consciousness that some are licaring, comoth as a care, 
 
 The sense that some are watching near, bindeth thee to caution ; 
 
 And the tree of tender nervca shrinketh as a touched mimosa, 
 
 Drooping like a plant in drought, with half its strength decayed. 
 
 There are antipathies warning from the many, and sympathies drawing to 
 
 the some, 
 But merchant-minds have crushed the first, and cannot feel the latter : 
 Wiiereas to the quickened apprehension of a keen and spiritual intellect, 
 Antipathies are galling, and sympathies oppress, and solitude is quiet. 
 
 He that dwellelh mainly by himself, heedeth most of others, 
 
 But thsy that live in crowds, think chiefly of themselves. 
 
 There is indeed a selfi-jh seeming, where the anchorite liveth alone. 
 
 But probe his thoughts, — they travel far, dreaming for ever of the world : 
 
 And there is an apparent generosity when a man mLxeth freely v/ith his 
 
 fellows, 
 But prove his mind, by day and night, his thoughts are all of self: 
 The world, inciting him to pleasures, or relentlessly provoking him to toil, 
 Is full of anxious rivals, each with a difference of interest ; 
 So must he plan and practice for himself, even as his own best friend ; 
 And the gay soul of dissipation never had a thought unselfish. 
 Tiie hermit standeth out of strife, abiding in a contemplative calmness ; 
 What sliall he contemplate, — himself? a meagre theme for musing: 
 He hath cast off follies, and kept aloof from cares ; a man of simple wants. 
 God and the soul, those are his excuse, a just excuse, for .'.olitude : 
 But he carried with him to his cell the half-dead feelings of humanity; 
 There were they rested and refreshed ; and he yearned once more on men. 
 
 Where is the wise, or the learned, or the good, that sought not solitude 
 
 for thinking. 
 And from seclusion's secret vale brought forth his precious fruits ? — 
 Forests of Aricia, your deep shade mellowed Numa's wisdom; 
 Peaceful gardens of Vaucluse, ye nourished Petrarch's love ; 
 Solitude made a Cincinnatus, ripening the hero and the patriot, 
 And taught De Stael self-knowledge, even in the damp Bastile ; (^*)
 
 OF SOLITUDE. 233 
 
 li; fcsterrd th? piety of Jerome, matured the labours of Augustine, 
 
 Aiid gave imperial Charles religion for ambition : 
 
 Tiiat which Scipio praised, that which Alfred practised. 
 
 Which tired Deniostlienes to eloquence, and fed the mind of Milton, 
 
 Which quickened zeal, nurtured genius, found out the secret things ot 
 
 science, 
 Helped repentance, shamed folly, and comforted the good with peace, 
 By all men just and wise, by all things pure and perfect. 
 How truly. Solitude, art thou the fostering nurse of greatness ! 
 
 Enough ; — the theme is vast ; scar me these ncclcs of Hydra : 
 
 What shall drive away the thouglits flocking to this carcass ? 
 
 Yea, — that all which man may think, hatli long been said of Solitude ; 
 
 For many wise have proved and preached its evils and its good. 
 
 I cannot add, — I will not steal ; enough, for all is spoken : 
 
 Yet heed thou these for praotics an J discernment among men. 
 
 There are pompous talkers, solemn, oracular, and dull : 
 
 Track them from society to solitude ; and there ye tind them fools. 
 
 There are light-hearted jesters, taking up with company for pastime ; 
 
 How speed they when alone ? — serious, wise, and thoughtful. 
 
 And wherefore ? both are actors, saving when in solitude. 
 
 There they live their truest life, and all things show sincere : 
 
 But the fool, by pomposity of s|x^ccli, .striveth to be counted wise, 
 
 And the wise, for holiday and pleasance, playoth with the fool's host bauble; 
 
 The solemn scomer, as a rule, will Ix; found more ignorant and shallow 
 
 Than those who laugh both loud and long, content to hid.^ their knowledge. 
 
 For thee ; seek thou Solitude, but neither in excess, nor morosely ; 
 
 Seek her for her precious things, and not of thine own pride. 
 
 For there, separate from a crowd, the still small voice will talk with thee, 
 
 Truth's w'hisper, heard and echoed by responding conscience ; 
 
 There, shalt thou gather up the ravelled skeins of feeling, 
 
 And mend the nets of usefulness, and rest awhile for duties ; 
 
 There, shalt thou hive thy lore, and eat the fruits of study. 
 
 For Solitude delighteth well to feed on many thoughts ; 
 
 There, as thou sittest peaceful, communing with fancy, 
 
 The precious poetry of life shall gild its leaden cares ; 
 
 There, as thou walkest by the sea, beneath the gentle stars.
 
 240 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 Many kindling seeds of good will sprout within thy soul ; 
 
 Thou shalt weep in Solitude, — thou slialt pray in Solitude, 
 
 Tl.oa ! halt sing for joy of heart, and j)raise tlie grace of Solitude. 
 
 Pass on, pass on ! — for tiiis is the path of Wisdoiii : 
 
 God make thee prosper on the way : I leave thee well with Solitude. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 Every beginning is shrouded in a mist, those vague ideas beyond, 
 And tlie traveller setteth on his journey, oppressed witii many thoughts, 
 Balancing his hopes and fears, and looking for some order in tlic chaos, 
 Some secret path between ths cliffs, tliat seem to bar his way : 
 So, ho commencoih at a clue, unravelling its tangled skein, 
 And boldly speedeth on to thread the labyrinth before him. 
 Then as he gropeth in the darkness, light is attendant on his steps, 
 lie walketh straight in fervent faith, and difficulties vanish at his presence ; 
 The very flashing of his sword scattereth those shadowy foes ; 
 Confident and sanguine of success, he goeth forth conquering and to con- 
 quer. 
 
 Eveiy middle is burdened with a weariness, — to have to go as far again, — 
 
 And Diligence is sick at heart, and Enterprise foot-sore : 
 
 That wliich began in zeal, bursting as a fresh-dug spring, 
 
 Goeth on doggedly in toll, and hath no help of nature : 
 
 Then, is need of moral might, to wrestle witli the animal reaction. 
 
 Still to fight, with few men left, and still, though faint, pursuing. 
 
 The middle is a marshy flat, whereon the wheels go heavily. 
 
 With clouds of doubt above, and ruts of discouragement below : 
 
 Press on, sturdy tra\'eller, yet a league, and yet a league ! 
 
 While every step is binding wings on thy victorious feet. 
 
 Eveiy end is happiness, the glorious consummation of design, 
 The perils past, the fears annulled, the journey at its close : 
 And the traveller restcth in complacency, liome-returned at last : 
 Work done may claim its wages, tlie goal gained hath won its prize.
 
 • THE END. 241 
 
 While the labour lasted, while the race was running, 
 Many times the sinews ached, and half refused the struggle ; 
 But now, all is quietness, a pleasant hour given to repose ; 
 Calmness in the retrospect of good, and calmness in the prospect of a bless- 
 ing. 
 Hope was glad in the begiiniing, and fear was sad midway, 
 But sweet fruition cometh in the end, a harvest safe and sure. 
 That which is, can never not have been : facts are solid as the pyramids : 
 A thing done is written in the rock, yea, with a pen of iron. 
 Uncertainty no more can scare, the proof is seen complete, 
 Nor accident render unaccomplished, for the deed is finished. 
 Thus the end shall crown die work, with grace, grace, unto the topstone, 
 And the work shall triumph in its crown, with peace, peace, unto the 
 builder. 
 
 I have written, as other some of old, in quaint and meaning phrase, 
 Of many things for either world, a crowd of facts and fancies : 
 And vv'ill ye judge me, men of mind ? — judge in kindly calmness ; 
 For bitter words of haste or hate have often been repented. 
 Deep dreaming upon surface reading ; imagery crowded over argument ; 
 Order less considered in the multitude of thoughts ; this witnessing is just. 
 Scripture gave the holier themes, the w'ell-tiuned words and vyisdom ; 
 While Fancy on her swallow's wing skimmed those deeper waters. 
 And wilt thou say with shrewdness, — He hath burnished up old truths, 
 But where he seemed to fashion new. the novelty was false '? 
 Alas, for us in tl;iese last days, our elders reaped the harvest ; 
 Alas, for all men in all times, who glean so many tares ! 
 That which is true, how should it be new ? for time Js old fn years :■ 
 |P?hat which is new, how should it be true ? for I uitt young in wisdom.. 
 
 Nevertheless, I have spoken at my best, according to the mercies given: me^ 
 
 Of high, and deep, and famous things, of Evil, or of Gx)od. (j^j 
 
 I have told of Errors near akin to Truth, and wholesoraes linked with 
 
 poison ; 
 Of subtle Uses in the humblest, and the deep-laid plots of Pride : 
 I have praised Wisdom, comforted thy Hope, and proved to thee the folly 
 
 of complainings ; 
 Hinted at the hazard of an influence, and turned thee from the terrors of 
 
 Ambition.
 
 242 PROVERBIAL PIIILOSOPIfV. 
 
 1 have shown thee thy captivity to Law ; yet bade thee hide Humilities ; 
 I have lifted the curtains of Memory ; and smoothed the soil j illow of 
 
 Rest. 
 Experience had his sober hour ; and Character it*; keen appreciation ; 
 And Loly Anger stood sublime, where Hatred fell condemned. 
 Prayer spake the mind of God, even in his own good words ; 
 And Zeal, with kindness warmly mixt, allied him to Discretion. 
 I tanght tliee that nothing is a Trifle, even to the laugh of Recreation : 
 I led thee with the Train of Religion, to be dazzled at the name of the 
 
 Triune. 
 Thought confessed his unseen fears ; and Speech declared his triumphs ; 
 I sang the blessedness of books ; and commended the prudence of a letter ; 
 Riches found their room, either unto honour — or despising ; 
 Inventions took their lower place, for all things come of God. 
 I scorned Ridicule ; nor would humble me for Praise ; for I had gained 
 
 Self-knowledge ; 
 And pleaded fervently for Brutes, who suffer for man's sin. 
 Then, I rose to Friendship ; and bathed in all the tenderness of Love ; 
 Knew the purity of Marriage : and blessed the face of Children. 
 And whereas by petulance or pride, I had haply said some evil, 
 Mine after-thought was Tolerance, to bear the Rxults of all : 
 Many faults, ill to hear, bred the theme of Sorrow ; 
 Many virtue's, dear to see, induced the gush of Joy. 
 
 Thus, for a while, as leaving thee in joy, was I loth to break that spell ; 
 
 I roamed to other things and thoughts, and fashioned other books. 
 
 But in a season of reflection, after many days, 
 
 A thought stood before me in its garment of the past, — and lo, a legion 
 
 with it ! 
 They came in thronging bands, — I could not fight nor fly them, — 
 And so they took me to their tent, the prisoner of thoughts. 
 
 Then, I bade thee greet me well, and heed my cheerful counsels ; 
 For every day we have a Friend, who changeth not with time. 
 Gladly did I speak of my commission, for I felt it graven on my heart, 
 And could not hold my wiser peace, but magnified mine otfice. 
 Mystery had left her echoes in my mind, and I discoursed her secret : 
 And thence I turned aside to Man, and judged him for his Gifts. 
 Beauty, noble thesis, had a world of sweets to sing of, 
 
 #
 
 THE END. 843 
 
 And dated all her praise from God, the birthday of tlie soul. 
 
 Thence grew Fame; and Flattery came like Agag; 
 
 But this was as the nauseous dregs of that inspiring cup : 
 
 Forth from Flattery sprang in opposition harsh and dull Neglect : 
 
 And kind Contentment's gentle face to smile away the sadness. 
 
 Life, all buoyancy and light, and Death, that sullen silence, 
 
 Sped the soul to Immortality, the final home of man. 
 
 Then, in metaphysical review, passed a triple troop, 
 
 Swift Ideas, sounding Names, and heavily armed Things; 
 
 Faith spake of her achievements even among men her brethren ; 
 
 And Honesty, with open mouth, would vindicate himself : 
 
 The retrospect of social life had many truths to tell of, 
 
 And then I left thee to thy Solitude, learning there of Wisdom. 
 
 Friend and scholar, lover of the right, mine equal kind companion, — 
 
 I prize indeed thy favour, and these sympathies are dear : 
 
 Still, if thy heart be little with me, wot thou well, my brother, 
 
 I canvass not the smile of praise, nor dread the frowns of censure. 
 
 Through many themes in many thouphts. have we held sweet converse ; 
 
 But God alone be praised for miuu ; nc <-nly is sufficient. 
 
 And every thought in every theme by prayer had been established : 
 
 Who then should fear the face of man, when God hath ans\\-ere<i 
 
 prayer ? 
 I speak it not in arrogance of heart, but humbly, as of justice, 
 I think it not in vanity of soul, but tenderly, for gratitude, — 
 God hath blessed my mind, and taught it many truths ; 
 And I have echoed some to thee, in weakness, yet sincerely : . 
 Yea, though ignorance and error shall have marred those lessons of His 
 
 teaching, 
 I stand in mine own Master's praise, or fall to His reproof. 
 If thou lovest, help me with thy blessing ; if otlierwise, mine shall be for 
 
 thee ; 
 If thou approvest, heed my words : if otherwise, in kindness be my teacher. 
 Many mingled thoughts for self have warped my better aim, 
 Many motives tempted still, to toil for pride or praise : 
 Alas, I have loved pride and praise, like others worse or worthier ; 
 But hate and fear them now, as snakes that fasten on my hand : 
 Scaevola burnt both hand and crime : but Paul flung tlie viper on the 
 
 fire:
 
 244 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 He shook it off, and felt no harm : so be it ! — I renounce them. 
 Rebuke then, if thou wilt rebuke, — but neither hastily nor harshly ; 
 Or, if thou wilt commend, be it honestly, of right ; I work for God and 
 good. 
 
 TE/iOS.
 
 NOTES. 
 
 (SECOND SERIES.) 
 
 (') '^Hunt with Aureng-zehe,^^ <SfC. Page 130. 
 The great Mogul ; who reigned in the seventeenth century ; and was fa- 
 mous, amongst other things, for having all but exterminated wild beasts from 
 the region of Hindoostan : he effected this by surrounding the whole country 
 with his army, and then drawing to a focus with the animals in the centre. 
 Somerville, in the end of Book II. of the Chase, gives a spirited account of that 
 mighty hunting: 
 
 " Now the loud trumpet sounds a charge. The shouta 
 Of eager hosts, through all the circling line. 
 And the wild bowlings of the beasts within 
 Rend wide the welkin : flights of arrows, winged 
 With death, and javelins launched from every arm, 
 Gall sore the brutal bands, with many a wound 
 
 Gored through and through." « 
 
 * 
 
 {^) Page 131. 
 
 Heraclitus, and Democritus, are severally known as tfie crying and laughing 
 philosophers : they typify opposite kinds of seekers after wisdom : both being 
 prejudiced by excess. Our age of the world seems to have fallen upon tho 
 latter, which, with a protest against abuse, is certainly the wiser of the two. 
 " The house of mourning is better than the house of feasting," for this influence, 
 along with others of more weight, viz., that it tends to a cheerful and calm 
 reaction, rather than to feelings of dullness and satiety. A few lines further, 
 " the luxury of Capuan holidays," alludes to Hannibal's fatal rest after the battle 
 of Canna;. 
 
 (3) Revelation xxi. 8. Page 132. 
 " But the feariul, and the unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, 
 and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their 
 part in the lake that burneth with fire."
 
 246 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 (*) "Deucalion flinging hack the pebble in his flight" d^c. Page 136. 
 Descendunt ; velantque caput, tunicasque recingunt ; 
 Et jusBos lapides sua post vestigia mittunt. 
 Saxa (quis hoc credat, nisi sit pro teste vetustas?) 
 Ponere duritieni ccepere, suumque rigorem : &,c. &c. 
 In-que brevi spatio, superorutn munere, saxa 
 Missa viri manibus faciem trax6re virilem. 
 
 Ovid Met. lib. i. 
 
 (*) "Copan and Palenque," cj-c. Page 143. 
 The remains of these ancient cities, buried in the forests of Central America, 
 have been recently made known to our wonder in the entertaining travels of 
 Mr. J. L. Stephens. A brief and apt quotation, to illustrate the line, occurs in 
 vol. i. p. 103. " * * Some fragments with most elegant designs, and some 
 in workmanship equal to the finest monuments of the Egyptians ; one, displaced 
 from its pedestal by enormous roots ; another locked in the close embrace of 
 branches of trees, and almost lifted out of the earth; another, hurlod to the 
 ground, and bound down by huge vines and creepers ; and one standing, with 
 Its altar before it, in a grove of trees which grew around, seemingly to shade 
 and shroud it, as a sacred thing in the solemn stillness of the woods, it seemed 
 a divinity mourning over a fallen people." 
 
 (S) Page 161. 
 Corinna, a Theban lady, was once adjudged to have overcome in verse her 
 countryman, the deep-mouthed Pindar ; but she is credibly believed to have 
 owed her success in a great measure to her beauty. Phryne, (not the too-cele- 
 brated courtezan of Athens, but a Phryne of fairer fame,) is mentioned as hav- 
 ing been accused, like Socrates, of impiety against heathenism, and like hita 
 condemned to die ; however, the fairer witness of truth was fortunate enough 
 to escape martyrdom by unveiling her bosom to the judges, and thereby influ- 
 encing their sentence. Quintilian, Orat. lib. ii. c. 15, has this passage to our 
 purpose. " Et Phryneii * * * conspectu corporis, quod ilia, speciosissimum 
 alioqui, diducta undaveret tunica, putant periculo liberatam." Athenaeus, xiii. 
 590, tells us that it was by the address and counsel of Hyperides, her advocate, 
 
 that Ttpoayaydiv aiirfiv £i"{ Tovjjipavci, koX Trrpiflpri^ns roiii ^irwvi'oKouf, yvpiva rt ra 
 
 arlpva 7roi/j<raf , he influenced the judges of the Areopagus to acquit her. " Ionian 
 Myrrha " is a character finely drawn by Byron in his tragedy of Sardanapalus. 
 
 C) ^^Some Nireus of the camp,'^ t^c. Page 163. 
 Homer disposes very summarily of a personage who has nothing to recom- 
 mend him but his beauty. Nireus is mentioned only in one passage ot the
 
 NOTES. 247 
 
 Iliad : lib. il. G73. NiotOc, Si KdWicToi; aunp, &,c. ; and it is significantly added, 
 'AXA' liXunaiiiAi It]^: ail epiihct of double intention, powerless in troops, and im- 
 becile in mind. 
 
 (^) 1 Esdras iv. 13, ct se.j. Vagc 165. 
 Zorobabel holds argument before Darius, that " Woman is more powerful 
 than wine or the king, but that Truth beareth off the victory from woman." 
 He sets up beauty above all earthly things, v. .32, " O ye men, how can it be 
 but women should be strong, seeing they do thus i" and it is small disparage- 
 ment, that Truth should overcome her ; for " Great is truth, and mighty above 
 all things." v. 41. 
 
 (') Ezrkirl xxvnl 12. Page 166. 
 " Thou sealest up the sum," (otherwise to be rendered, " Thou art the stan- 
 dard of measures,") " full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty." It is quite fair, 
 and according to scriptural usage, (compare Hosea xi. 1, with Matt. ii. 15,) to 
 take such a passage as this out of its context, as primarily referable to a King 
 of Tyrus, but in a higher sense applicable to the King of Heaven. 
 
 C°) Page 167. 
 Era tostratus fired the temple of Diana at Ephesas, solely to make himself a 
 name: the incendiary certainly succeeded, for he has come down to our times 
 famous (if in no other way) at least for his criminal and foolish love of notoriety. 
 Pythagoras induced the vulgar to believe in his supernatural qual.ficatioas, by 
 immuring himself in a cavernous pit for months, whence returning with a 
 ghastly aspect, he gave out that he had been a visiter in Hadiis. As for Empe- 
 docles, few cannot have heard, that he leaped into iEtna to make the world 
 imagine that he had vanished from its surface as a god : unluckily, however, 
 the volcano disgorged one of the philosopher's smdals, and proved at once the 
 manner of his death, and the quality of his mind ; ex pede Herculem. 
 
 ( ") " Cccsars uif:" Pa2,o 163. 
 Pompeia, third wife of Julius Csesy, and divorced from him, according to 
 Plutarch, solely because " he would have the chastity of Caesar's wife free even 
 from suspicion." 
 
 (") Page 170. 
 Momus, a typification of the force of ridicule, was once counted among the 
 hierarchs of heathen mythology : but, as he made game of every one, he never 
 found a friend ; and when at length, in a gush of hypercriticism, he presumed
 
 248 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 to censure the peerless Mother of Beauty for awkwardness in walking, the en- 
 raged celestials flung him from their sphere, and sent the fallen spirit down to 
 men. 
 
 ('^) 1 Kings vii. 21. Page 184. 
 " He set the pillars in the porch of the temple ; and he set up the right 
 pillar, and called the name thereof Jachin [He shall establish] : and he set up 
 the left pillar ; and called the name thereof Boaz [in it is strength] : and upon 
 the top of the pillars was lily-work." 
 
 C^) Page 185. 
 An application of the story of Curtius, (as given by Livy, lib. vii. 6,) who 
 leaped into a gulf, in the forum, because the Auruspices had declared that it 
 should never close until the most precious thing in Rome, " the strength of the 
 city," had been flung into it. We are told that " equo, qu£im poterat maxima 
 ornato, insidentem, armatum se in specum immisisse." 
 
 ('5) Page 186. 
 To drink with the throat of Crassus, may well be thought to have passed 
 into a proverb for inordinate lust of wealth : for Orodes the Parthian, having 
 overthrown him in battle, cut off his head, and then, to satirize the insatiable 
 nature of his avarice, poured melted gold down his throat. The evil dreams of 
 Midas are as famous as his other well-earned punishments ; and we are told 
 that he died, in consequence of taking too violent a remedy for delivering him- 
 self from those nightly torments. 
 
 ('«) Page 194. 
 
 Mr. Willis, in " Pencil! ings by the Way," vol. i. p. 115, gives a graphic 
 account of the public burial-ground of Naples. * * * " There are three 
 hundred and sixty-five pits in this place, one of which is opened every day for 
 the dead of the city. They are thrown in without shroud or coffin, and the 
 pit sealed up at night for a year." « * « And thus are flung into this noi- 
 some pit, like beasts, the greater part of the population of this vast city, — the 
 young and old, the vicious and the virtuous together, without the decency 
 even of a rag to keep up the distinction* of life ! Can human beings thus be 
 thrown away 1 men like ourselves, women, children, like our sisters and bro- 
 thers ? I never was so humiliated in my life as by this horrid spectacle. I did 
 not think a man — a felon even, or a leper, — what you will, that is guilty or 
 debased, — I did not think any thing that had been human could be so recklessly 
 abandoned. Pah ! It makes one sick at heart ! God grant I may never die 
 at Naples !" 
 
 Truly this would seem to spoil the proverb, Vedi Napoli, poi mori.
 
 NOTES. »49 
 
 C) Page 195. 
 Sophocles lived to be nearly a hundred years old : and to typify the perpetua 
 fame of their " sweet Attic bee/' the Athenians used to decorate his tomb witi 
 festoons of flowering ivy. 
 
 (") Page 196. 
 Mr. Catlin, in his interesting work on the North American tribes, vol. ii. j: 
 10, alludes to " the usual mode of the Omahas, of depositing their dead in th» 
 crotches, and on the branches of trees, enveloped in skins," &c. 
 
 (") "Henuned in by hostile fozs, the trijler is busied on an epigram. 
 Page 212. 
 
 Even in matters temporal, a literal instance of this occurs in the history ol 
 Frederick the Great of Prussia, who, during the mortal struggles of the seve 
 years' war, frequently occupied the eve belbre a battle in the studious compo 
 eition of profane jests, and bad poetry. 
 
 C) "Nine Homers," <^c. Page 218. 
 
 It is true that seven of these have so perished from memory, that we knot, 
 notliing of their works ; we only know they lived : an eighth, however, he of 
 Hierapolis and one of the poetic Pleiades of the age of Philadelphus, is reported 
 to have written no less than five-and-forty plays. 
 
 Musaeus, a little lower do\vu, is Virgil's tall prophet in the Elysian fields, 
 mentioned JEn. vi. 667. 
 
 " Musaeum ante onmes ; medium nam plnrima tnrba 
 Hunc habet, atque humeris extantem suspicit altis." 
 
 (" ) '• Sons of MxttathiaSy" cj-c. Page 22 1 . 
 John, Simon, Judas, Eleazar, and Jonathan, who liberated Israel from the 
 domination of the Greeks, about b. c. 160 ; and who were known by the gene- 
 ral name of the Maccabees, from the initial Hebrew letters of the first four 
 words from Ex. xv. 11, being inscribed on their standard. 
 
 (") "The word for both is one" 4-0. Page 225. 
 vlarcs, a derivative from vciOojim, will almost as readily bear the sense of 
 obedience, as of persuasion, and of credence. I know not whether a similar 
 latent sympathy may be thought to exist between our own old English word 
 " faith," and the Norman " fait," factum, a deed: at any rate, the coincidence 
 is worth a passing notice. 
 
 U*
 
 250 PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. 
 
 (*') "Ovid had been wise for winking.^' Page 229. 
 The poet Ovid was exiled for life to the shores of the Black Sea for having 
 seen, and indiscreetly divulged, some intrigue in the family of Augustus. He 
 complains frequently o this hard lot ; for example, 
 
 " Inscia quod crimen viderunt luniina plector, 
 Peccatumque oculos est habuisse meum." 
 
 But he might with greater justice have accused his tongue than his eyes. 
 
 (") Page 238. 
 
 Madame de Stafil somewhere uses these words : " To enjoy ourselves, we 
 must seek solitude. It was in the Bastile that I first became acquainted with 
 myself." 
 
 Scipio is reported to have originated the popular sayings, " I am never less 
 idle than when I have most leisure," and " I am never less alone than when 
 alone." 
 
 The Emperor Charles V., with the example of Dioclesian before him, re- 
 signed his crown, and retired from the world to the monastery of St. Just, at 
 Plazencia, in Spain : where, as Robertson says, " he buried in solitude and 
 Bilenee his grandeur and his ambition." 
 
 (=5) Page 241. 
 It may be necessary to acquaint the reader that this section takes a retro- 
 spective glance at my former series of subjects treated in the proverbial style: 
 » brief recapitulation of the present series follows, finishing the work.
 
 A thousajN^d lines.
 
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 PROLOGUE. 
 
 Mt heart presents her gift ; in turn, of theo 
 
 I ask a little time, an idle hour. 
 Kindly to spend with these my thoughts and me 
 
 Wooing the fragrance of J;he Muses' bower; 
 Not without name or note, yet narileless now 
 
 As one devoid of fame and skill and power, 
 
 Bearing no charge upon mine argent shield, 
 A candidate unknown with vizored brow. 
 
 Full of young hopes I dare the tented field ! — 
 Not so : — this is no time for measuring swords ; 
 
 Thou art no craven though thy spirit yield, 
 For yonder are fair looks and friendly words : 
 
 Choose a more peaceful image : — here, reveal'a 
 Shines a small sample of my golden hoards.
 
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 SLOTH. 
 
 "A LITTLE more slocp, a little more slumber, 
 
 A little more folding the hands to sleep," 
 For quick-footed dreams, without order or number, 
 
 Over my mind are Jieginning to. creep, — 
 Rare is the happiness thus to be raptured 
 
 By your wild whispers, my Fanciful train, 
 And, like a linnet, be carelessly captured 
 
 In the soft nets of my beautiful brain ! 
 
 Touch not these curtains ! — your hand will be tearing 
 
 J)e]icate tissues of thoughts and of things ; — 
 Call me not ! — your cruel voice will be scaring 
 
 Flocks of young visions on gossamer wings ; 
 Leave me, O leave me, — for in your rude presence 
 
 Nothing of alj my b*-ight world can remain, — 
 Thou art a blight to this garden of pleasance, 
 
 Thou art a blot on my beautiful brain ! 
 
 Cease your dull lecture on cares and employment, 
 
 Let me forget awhile trouble and strife, 
 Leave me to peace, — let me husbnnd enjoyment,^ 
 
 This is the heart and the marrow of life ! 
 For to my feeling the choicest of pleasures 
 
 Is to lie thus, without peril or pain, 
 Lazily listening the musical measures 
 
 Of the sweet voice in my beautiful brain ! 
 
 Hush, — for the halo of calmness is spreading 
 
 OvCT my spirit, as mild as a dove ; 
 Hush, — for the angel of comfort is shedding 
 
 Over my body his vial of love ; 
 Hush, — for new slumbers are over me stealing, 
 
 Thus would I court them again and again, 
 Hush, — for my heart is intoxicate, — reeling 
 
 In the swift waltz of my beautiful brain !
 
 ACTrVTTY. 255 
 
 ACT-IVITY. 
 
 Open the casement, and up with the Sun ! 
 
 Ilis gallant journey is just begun ; 
 
 Over the hills his chariot is roU'd, 
 
 Banner'd with glorj', and burnish'd with gold, ■ 
 
 Over the hills he comes sublime, 
 
 Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time ! 
 
 Day hath bi-oken, joyous and fair ; 
 Fragrant and fresh is the morning air, — 
 Beauteous and bright those orient hues, 
 Balmy and sweet these early dews ; 
 O, there is health, and wealth, and bliss 
 In dawnipg Nature's motherly kiss ! 
 
 Lo, the wondering world awakes, 
 
 With its rosy-tipp'd mountains and gleaming lakes, 
 
 With its fields and cities, deserts and trees, 
 
 Its calm old clifl's, and its sounding seas, 
 
 In all their gratitude blessing HIM 
 
 Who dwelleth between the Cherubim ! 
 
 Break away boldly from Sleep's leaden chain ; 
 
 Seek not to forge that fetter again ; 
 
 Rather, with vigour and resolute nerve, 
 
 Up, up, to bless man, and thy Master to serve. 
 
 Thankful and hopeful, and happy to raise 
 
 The offering of prayer, and the incense of praise ! 
 
 Gird thee, and do thy watching well, 
 
 Duty's Christian sentinel ! 
 
 Sloth and Slumber never had part 
 
 In the wamor's will, or the patriot's heart; 
 
 Soldier of God on an enemy's shore ! 
 
 Slumber and sloth thrall ikee no more.
 
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 ADVENTURE. 
 
 How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage land, 
 
 The la^so at my saddle bow, the rifle in my hand, 
 
 A leash of gallant mastifFs bounding by my side, 
 
 And for a friend to love, tlie noble horse on which I ride ! 
 
 Alone, alone — yet not alone, for God is with me there. 
 The tender hand of Providence shall guide me every where, 
 While happy thoughts and holy hopes, as spirits calm and mild, 
 Shall fan with their sweet wbgs the hermit-hunter of the wild ! 
 
 Without a guide, — yet guided well, — young, buoyant, fresh and free, 
 Without a road, — yet all the land a highway unto me, — 
 Witliout a care, without a fear, without a grief or pftin, 
 Exultingly I thread the woods, or gallop o'er the plain ! 
 
 Or, brushing through the copse, from his leafy home I start 
 
 The stately elk, or tusky boar, the bison, or the hart. 
 
 And then, — with eager spur, to scour away, away. 
 
 Nor stop, — until my dogs have brought the glorious brute to bay. 
 
 Or, if the gang of hungry wolves come yelling on my track, 
 I make my ready rifle speak, and scare the cowards back ; 
 Or, if the lurking leopard's eyes among the branches shine, 
 A touch upon the trigger — and his spotted skin is mine ! 
 
 And then the hunter's savoury fare at tranquil eventide, — 
 The dappled deer I shot to-day upon the green hillside ; 
 My feasted hounds are slumbering round beside the water-course. 
 And plenty of sweet prairie-grass for thee, my noble horse. 
 
 Hist ! hist ! I heard some prowler snarling in the wood ; 
 I seized my knife and trusty gun, and face to face we stood ! 
 The Grizzly Bear came rushing on, — and, as he rush'd, he fell ! 
 Hie at bltn, dogs ! my rifle has done its duty well I
 
 THE SONG OF SIXTEEN. 257 
 
 Hie at him, dogs ! one bullet cannot kill a foe so grim ; 
 The God of battles nerve a man to grapple now with him, — 
 And straight between his hugging arms I plunge my whetted knife, 
 Ha — ha ! it splits his iron heart, and drinks the ruddy life ! 
 
 Frantic he struggles — welling blood — the strife is almost o'er, — 
 The shaggy monster, feebly panting, wallows in his gore, — 
 Here, lap it hot, my gallant hounds, — the blood of foes is sweet ; 
 Here, gild withal your dewlapp'd throats, and wash your brawny feet ! 
 
 So shall we beard those tyrants in their dens another day. 
 
 Nor tamely wait, with slavish fear, their coming in the way ; 
 
 And pleasant thoughts of peace and home shall till our dreams to-night, 
 
 For lo, the God of battles has help'd us in the fight ! 
 
 THE SONG OF SIXTEEN, 
 
 Who shall guess what I may be ? 
 
 Who can tell my fortune to me ? 
 
 For, bravest and brightest that ever was sung 
 
 May be — and shall be — ^the lot of the young ! 
 
 Hope, with her prizes and victories won, 
 Shines in the blaze of my morning sun. 
 Conquering Hope, with golden ray, 
 Blessing my landscape far away ; 
 
 All my meadows and hills are green, 
 And rippling waters glance between, — 
 All my skies are rosy bright, 
 Laughing in triumph at yester-night : 
 
 My heart, my heart within me swells, 
 Panting, and stirring its hundred wells ; — 
 For youth is a noble seed, that springs 
 Into the flower of heroes luid kings !
 
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 Rich in the present, though poor in the past, 
 I yearn for the future, vague and vast : 
 And lo ! what treasure of glorious things 
 Giant Futurity sheds from his wings : 
 
 Pleasures are thore, like dropping balms, 
 And glory and lionour with chaplets and palms. 
 And mind well at ease, and gladness, and health, 
 A river of peace, and a mine of wealth ! 
 
 Away with your counsels, and hinder me not,— 
 On, on let me press to my brilliant lot ; 
 Young and strong, and sanguine and free, 
 How knowest thou what I may be ? 
 
 FORTY. 
 
 Ah, poor youth ! in pitiful truth, 
 Tiiy pride must feel a fall, poor youth : 
 What thou shalt be, well have I seen, — 
 Thou shalt be only what others have been. 
 
 Haply, within a few swift years, 
 A mind bowed down with troubles and fears, 
 The commonest druge of men and things, 
 Instead of your — conquering heroes and kings. 
 
 Haply, to follies an early WTeck, — 
 
 For the cloud of presumption is now like a speck, 
 
 And with a whelming, sudden sweep, 
 
 The storm of temptation roars over the deep ; 
 
 Lower the sails of pride, rash youth, 
 Stand to the lowly tiller of truth ; 
 Quick ! or your limber bark shall be 
 The sport of tlie winds on a stormy sea.
 
 THE SONG OF SEVENTY. 259 
 
 Care and peril in lieu of joy, — 
 
 Guilt and dread may be thine, proud bey : 
 
 Lo, thy mantling chalice of life 
 
 Is foaming with sorrow, and sickness, and strife ; 
 
 Cheated by pleasure, and sated with pain, — 
 Watching for honour, and watching in vain, — 
 Aching in heart, and ailing in head. 
 Wearily earning daily bread. 
 
 — It is well. I discern a tear on thy cheek : 
 It is well, — thou art humbled, and silent, and meek: 
 Now, — courage again ! and, with peril to cope, 
 Gird thee with vigour, and helm tliec with hope ! 
 
 For life, good youth, hat'i never an ill 
 
 Which hope cannot scatter, and fai*h cannot kill ; 
 
 And stubborn rea'ii^s rever sha'l bind 
 
 The free-spreading waigs of a c!ieerful mind. 
 
 THE SONG OF SEVENTY. 
 
 I AM not old, — I cannot be old. 
 
 Though threescore years and ten 
 Have wasted away, like a tale that is told, 
 
 The lives of other men : 
 
 I am not old ; though friends and foes 
 
 Alike have gone to their graves, 
 And left me alone to my joys or my woes, 
 
 As a rock in the midst of the waves. 
 
 I am not old, — I cannot be old, 
 
 Though tottering, wrinkled and gray : 
 
 Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow is cold, 
 Call me not old to-tlay.
 
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 For early memories round me throng, 
 Old times, tind manners, and men. 
 
 As I look behind on my journey so long, 
 Of threescore miles and ten ; 
 
 1 look behind, and am once more young, 
 
 Buoyant, and brave, and bold, 
 And my heart can sing, as of yore it sung. 
 
 Before they called me old. 
 
 I do not see her, — the old wife there — 
 
 Shrivelled, and haggard, and gray, 
 But I look on her blooming, and soft, and fair, 
 As she was on her wedding day ! 
 
 I do not see you, daughters and sons, 
 In the likeness of women and men. 
 But I kiss you now as I kissed you once. 
 My fond little children then : 
 
 And as my own grandson rides on my knee, 
 
 Or plays with his hoop or kite, 
 I can well recollect I was merry as he — 
 
 The bright-eyed little wight ! 
 
 'Tis not long since, — it cannot be long, — 
 
 My years so soon were spent, 
 Since I was a boy, both straight and strong, 
 
 Yet now am I feeble and bent. 
 
 A dream, a dream, — it is all a dream ! 
 
 A strange, sad dream, good sooth ; 
 For old as I am, and old as I seem, 
 
 My h6art is full of youth : 
 
 Eye hath not seen, tongue hath not told, 
 
 And ear hath not heard it sung. 
 How buoyant and bold, though it seem to grow old, 
 
 Is the heart, for ever young ; *
 
 NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. 261 
 
 For ever young, — thoutrh life's old age 
 
 Ilath evnry nen'e unstrung : 
 The heart, tlie heart is a heritage 
 
 That keeps the old man young ! 
 
 NATURE'S NOBLEMAN. 
 
 AwAT with false fashion, so calm and so chill, 
 
 Where pleasure itself cannot please ; 
 Away with cold breeding, that faitldessly still 
 
 Affects to be quite at its ease ; 
 For the deepest in feeling is highest in rank, 
 
 The freest is first in the band. 
 And nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, 
 
 Is a man with his heart in his hand ! 
 
 Fearless in honesty, gentle yet just. 
 
 He warmly can love, — and can hate. 
 Nor will he bow down with his face in tlie dust 
 
 To Fashion's intolerant state : 
 For best in good breeding, and highest in rank, 
 
 Though lowly or poor in the land, 
 Is nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, 
 
 The man with his heart in his hand ! 
 
 His fashion is passion, sincere and intense. 
 
 His impulses, simple and true, 
 Yet tempered by judgment, and taught by good sense, 
 
 And cordial with me, and with you : 
 For the finest in manners, as highest in rank, 
 
 It is you, man ! or you, man ! who stand 
 Nature's own Nobleman, friendly and frank, — 
 
 A man with his heajrt in liis hand !
 
 S62 A THOUSAND LINES. 
 
 NEVER GIVE UP. 
 
 Never give up ! it is wiser and better 
 
 Always to hope, than once to despair ; 
 Fling off the load of Doubt's cankering fetter, 
 
 And break the dark spell of tyrannical care : 
 Never give up ! or the burthen may sink you,^ 
 
 Providence kindly has mingled the cup, 
 And in all trials or troubles, bethink you, 
 
 The watchword of life must be, Never give cp I 
 
 Never give up ! there are chances and changes 
 
 Helping the hopeful, a hundred to one, 
 And through the chaos High Wisdom an-anges 
 
 Ever success, — if you'll only hope on : 
 Never give up ! for the wisest is boldest. 
 
 Knowing tliat Providence mingles the cup, 
 And of all maxims the best, as the oldest. 
 
 Is the true watchword of Never give up ! 
 
 Never give rip ! — though the grape-shot may rattle, 
 
 Or the full thunder-cloud over you burst. 
 Stand like a rock, — and the storm or the battle 
 
 Little shall harm you, though doing their worst : 
 Never give up ! — if adversity presses. 
 
 Providence wisely has mingled the cup. 
 And the best counsel, in all your distresses. 
 
 Is the stout watchword of Never give up ! 
 
 THE SUN. 
 
 Blame not, ye million worshippers of gold — 
 Modern idolaters — their works and ways, 
 
 When Asia's children, in the times of old. 
 Knelt to the sun, outpouring prayer and praise
 
 THE STARS. 203 
 
 As to God's central throne ; for whsn the blaz3 
 Of that grand eye is on me, and I stanJ 
 
 Watching its majesty with painful gaze, 
 I too could kneel among that Persian hand, 
 
 Had not the Architect of yon bright sphere 
 Taught me Himself; bidJing me look above, 
 
 Beneath, around, and still to find Him — here ! 
 King of the heart, dwelling in no fixt globe, 
 
 But gladly throned within the spirit of love, 
 Wearing that light ethereal as a robe. 
 
 THE MOON. 
 
 I KNOW thee not, O moon, — thou cavemed realm, 
 
 Sad satellite, a giant ash of death. 
 
 Where cold, alternate, and the sulphurous breath 
 Of ravaging volcanoes, overwhelm 
 All chance of life like ours, — art thou not 
 
 Some fallow world, after a reaping time 
 Of creatures' judgment, resting in tliy lot ? 
 Or haplier must I take thee for the blot 
 
 On God's fair firmament, the iiome of crime, 
 The prison-house of sin, where damned souls 
 
 Feed upon punishment ? — O thought sublime. 
 That, amid Night's black deeds, when evil prowis 
 
 Through the broad world, then, watching sinners wel: 
 
 Glares over all the wakeful eve of — Hell ! 
 
 THE STARS. 
 
 I. 
 Far-flamrg stars, ye sentinels of Space, 
 Patient and silent ministers around
 
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 Your Queen, the moon, whose melancholy face 
 Seems ever pale with pity and grief profound 
 
 For sinful Earth, — I, a poor groveller here, 
 A captive eagle chain'd to this dull ground, 
 
 Look up and love your light in hope and fear : 
 Hope, that among your myriad host is one, 
 
 A kingdom for my spirit, a bright place 
 Where I shall reign when this short race is run, 
 An heir of joy, and glory's mighty son ! 
 
 Yet, while I hope, the fear will freeze my brain — 
 
 What if indeed for worthless me remain 
 No waiting sceptre, no predestined throne ? 
 
 THE STARS. 
 
 II. 
 Hence, doubts of darkness ! I am not mine own. 
 
 But ransomed by tlie King of that bright host : 
 
 In Him my just humility shall boast. 
 And claim through Him that sceptre and that throne. 
 Yes, world of light, — when by the booming sea 
 
 At eve I loiter on this shingly coast, 
 In seeming idleness, — I gaze on thee, 
 (I know not w'hich — but one,) fated to be 
 
 My glorious heritage, my heavenly home, 
 A temple and a paradise for me, 
 
 Wlience my celestial form at will may roam 
 
 To other worlds, unthought and une.xplor'd, 
 Whose atmosphere is bliss and liberty. 
 
 The palaces and gardens of the Lord ! 
 
 FORGIVE AND FORGET. 
 
 When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, 
 Bubble up from the heart to the tongue,
 
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 And Meekness is writhing in torment and thrall, 
 
 By the hands of Ingratitude wrung, — 
 In the heat of uijustice, unwept and unfair, 
 
 While the anguish is festering yet, 
 None, none but an angel, or God, can declare 
 
 " I now can forgive and forget." 
 
 But, if the bad spirit is chased from the heart, 
 
 And the lips are in penitence steep'd. 
 With the wrong so repented the wrath will depart. 
 
 Though scorn on injustice were heaped ; 
 For the best compensation is paid for all ill, 
 
 When the cheek with contrition is wet, 
 And every one feels it is possible sfill, 
 
 At once to forgive and forget. 
 
 To forget ? It is hard for a man with a mind, 
 
 However his heart may forgive, 
 To blot out all perils and dangers behind, 
 
 And but for the future to live : 
 Then how shall it be ? for at every turn 
 
 Recollection the spirit will fret, 
 And the ashes of injury smoulder and burn, 
 
 Though we strive to forgive and forget. 
 
 Oh, hearken ! my tongue shall the riddle unaeal, 
 
 And mind shall be partner with heart, 
 While thee to thyself I bid conscience reveal, 
 
 And show thee how evil thou art : 
 Remember thy follies, thy sins, and — thy Crimea, 
 
 How vast is that infinite debt ! 
 Yet Mercy hath seven by seventy times 
 
 Been swift to forgive and forget ! 
 
 Brood not on insults or injuries old, 
 
 For thou art injurious too, — 
 Count not their sum till tha total is told, 
 
 For thou art unkind and untrue : 
 
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 266 A THOUSAND LINES. 
 
 And if all thy harms are forgotten, forgiven, 
 
 Now mercy with justice is mot, 
 Oh, who would. not gladly take lessons of heaven, 
 
 Nor learn to forgive and forget ? 
 
 Yes, yes ; let a man, when his enemy weeps. 
 
 Be quick to receive him, a friend ; 
 For thus on his head in kindness he heaps 
 
 Hot coals, — to refine and amend ; 
 And hearts that are Christian more eagerly yearn, 
 
 As a nurse on her innocent pet, 
 Over lips that, once bitter, to penitence turn, 
 
 And whisper. Forgive and forget. 
 
 "MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS." 
 
 Eureka ! this is truth sublime, 
 Defying change, ontwrestling time — 
 Eureka ! well that truth is told, 
 Wisely spake the bard of old — 
 Eureka ! there is peace and praise 
 In this short and simple phrase, 
 A sea of comforts, wide and deep, 
 Wherein my conscious soul to steep, 
 A hoard of happy-making wealth 
 To doat on, miserly, by stealth, 
 Through Time my reason's ripest fruit. 
 For all eternity its root, 
 Earth's harvest, and the seed of heaven. 
 To me, to me, by mercy given ! 
 
 Yes, eureka, — I have found it, 
 And before the world will sound it ; 
 This remains, and still shall stay 
 When life's gauds have passed away,
 
 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. ^0fl 
 
 This, of old my treasure-truth, 
 The bosom joy that warm'd my youtli, 
 My happiness in manhood's prime, 
 My triumph down the stream of time, 
 Till death sliall lull this heart in age, 
 And deathless glory crown my page, 
 My grace-bom truth and treasure this, — 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is." 
 
 Noble solace, true and strong. 
 Great reward for human wrong, 
 With an inward blessing still 
 To compensate all earthly ill, 
 To recompense for adverse fates, 
 Woes, or wants, or scorns, or hates. 
 To cherish, after man's neglect, 
 Wlien foes deride, and friends suspect. 
 To soothe and bless the spirit bow'd 
 Down by the selfish and the proud. 
 To lift the soul above this scene 
 Of petty troubles trite and mean, 
 
 there is mortal might in this, — ■ 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is." 
 
 Carve it deep, with letters bold, 
 In the imperishable gold, 
 Grave it on some primal rock 
 That hath stood the earthquake shock, 
 Make that word a citizen 
 Dwelling in the hearts of men, 
 Sound it in the ears of age. 
 Stamp it on the printed page, 
 Gladden sympathizing youth 
 With the soft music of this truth, 
 This echoed note of heavenly bliss, 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is." 
 
 Ay, chide or scorn, — I will be proud,— 
 
 1 am not of a slavish crowd ;
 
 S68 A THOUSAND LINES. 
 
 No serf is here to outward things,— 
 He rules with chiefs ! he reigns with kings I 
 s Tell out thy secret joys, my mind, 
 
 Free and fearless as the wind, 
 And pour the triumphs of the soul 
 In words that like a river roll, 
 Foaming on with vital force 
 From their ever-gushing source, 
 Fountains of truth, that overwhelm 
 With swollen streams this royal realm, 
 And in Nilotic richness steep 
 My heart's Thebaid, rank and deep ! 
 
 Or bolder, as my thoughts inspire, 
 
 Change that water into fire ! 
 
 From the vext bowels of my soul 
 
 Lava currents roar and roll. 
 
 Bursting out in torrent wide 
 
 Through my crater's ragged side, 
 
 Rushing on from field to field. 
 
 Till all with boiling stone is seal'd, 
 
 And my hot thoughts, in language pent. 
 
 Stand their own granite monument ! 
 
 Yes ! all the elements are mine. 
 
 To crush, create, dissolve, combine, — 
 
 All mine, — the confidence is just, 
 
 On God I ground my high-born trust 
 
 To stand, when pole is rent from pole, 
 
 Calm in my majesty of soul, 
 
 Watching the throes of this wreck'd world, 
 
 When from their thrones the Alps are hurl'd. 
 
 When fire consumes earth, sea, and air, 
 
 To stand, unharm'd, undaunted there, 
 
 And grateful still to boast in this, 
 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is." 
 
 Brother poet, dead so long. 
 Heed these echoes to thy song, 
 And love me now, where'er thou art, 
 Yearning with magnetic heart
 
 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 269 
 
 From thy throne in some bright sphere 
 
 On this poor brother grovelUng here ; 
 
 For I, too, I can stoutly sing 
 
 I am eveiy inch a king ! 
 
 A king of Tliought, a Potentate 
 
 Of glorious spiritual state, 
 
 A king of Thought, .a king of Mind, 
 
 Realms umnapp'd and undefined, — 
 
 A king ! beneath no man's control, 
 
 Invested with a royal soul, 
 
 Crown'd by God's imperial hand 
 
 Before him as a king to stand, 
 
 And by His wisdom train'd and tauglit 
 
 To rule my realm as King of Thought. 
 
 O thoughts, — how ill my fellow-men, 
 
 thoughts, — how scanty my poor pen 
 Can guess or tell the myriad host 
 Wherewith you crowd my kingdom's coast I 
 For I am hemm'd and throng'd about 
 With your triumphant rabble-rout, 
 Hurried along by that mad flood, 
 
 The joy-excited multitud 
 A conqueror, borne upon the foam, 
 Of his great people's gladness home, 
 A monarch in his grandest state, 
 On whom a tliousand thousand wait I 
 Lo ! they come — my Tribes of Thought, 
 Fierce and flush'd and fever-fraught ! 
 From the horizon all around 
 
 1 hear with pride their coming sound ; 
 See ! their banners circling near, — 
 Glittering groves of shield and spear, 
 Flying clouds of troopers gay. 
 Serried lines in dark array, 
 Veterans calm with temper'd sword. 
 And a dishevelled frantic horde, — 
 On they come with furious force, 
 Tramping foot and thundering horse,
 
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 On they come, converging loud, 
 With clanging arms, a glorious crowd 
 Shouting impatient, tierce and free, 
 For me, their Monarch, yea, fqr me ! 
 
 Then, in my majesty and power, 
 
 I quell the madness of the hour. 
 
 Bid that tumultuous turmoil cease, 
 
 And frown my multitudes to peace. 
 
 Each to his peril and his post ! 
 
 All hush'd throughout my mighty host : 
 
 Courage clear, and duty stern, — 
 
 Heads that freeze and hearts that bum ; 
 
 Marshalled straiglit in order due, 
 
 Legions ! pass in swift review. 
 
 Bending to my blazoned will. 
 
 Loyal to that standard still, 
 
 And hailing me with homage then 
 
 King of Thoughts — and thus, of Men ! 
 
 What ? am I powerless to control 
 
 Nations, by my single soul ? 
 
 What ? have I not made thousands thrill 
 
 By the mere impulse of my will, 
 
 When the strong Thought goes forth, and binds 
 
 Captive a wandering herd of minds ? 
 
 And is not this to reign alone 
 
 More than the ermine and the throne, 
 
 The jewelled state, the gilded rooms. 
 
 The mindless man in borrowed plumes ? 
 
 Yes, — if the inmate soul outweighs 
 
 Its dull clay house in power and praise : 
 
 Yes, — if Eternity be true. 
 
 And Time both false and fleeting too. 
 
 Then, humbler kings, my boast be this, 
 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is." 
 
 And what, though weak and slow of speech, 
 111 to comfort, dull to teach ?
 
 MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 271 
 
 What, though hiding from the ken 
 
 Of my small prying fellow-msn, — 
 
 titili within my muting mind, 
 
 Wisdom's secret stores I find. 
 
 And, httle noticed, sweetly feed 
 
 On hidden manna, meat indeed, 
 
 Blessed thoughts I never told 
 
 Unconsidered, uncontroll'd, 
 
 Rushing by as thick and fast 
 
 As autumn leaves upon the blast : 
 
 Or better, like the gracious rain 
 
 Dropping on some thirsty plain. 
 
 And is not this to be a king, 
 
 To carry in my heart a spring 
 
 Of ceaseless pleasures, deep and pure. 
 
 Wealth cannot buy, nor power procure ? 
 
 Yea, — by the poet's artless art, 
 
 And the sweet searchings of his heart, 
 
 By his unknown, unheeded bliss, 
 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is." 
 
 Place me on some desert sliore 
 
 Foot of man ne'er wandered o'er ; 
 
 Lock me in a lonely cell 
 
 Beneath some prison citadel ; 
 
 Still, here or there, within I find 
 
 My quiet kingdom of the Mind ; 
 
 Nay, — mid the tempest fierce and dark. 
 
 Float me on peril's frailest bark, 
 
 My quenchless soul could sit and think 
 
 And smile at danger's dizziest brink : 
 
 And wherefore ? — God, my God, is still 
 
 King of kings in good and ill ; 
 
 And where He dwelleth — every where — 
 
 Safety suprem(*and peace are there ; 
 
 And where he reigneth — all around — 
 
 Wisdom, and love, and power are found ; 
 
 And reconciled to Him and bliss, 
 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is."
 
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 Thus for my days ; each waking hour 
 Grand with majesty and power, 
 Every minute rich in treasure, 
 Gems of peace, and pearls of pleasure. 
 And for my nights — those wondrous nights ? 
 How manifold my Mind's delights, 
 When the young truant, gladly caught 
 In its own labyrinths of thought, 
 Finds there is another realm to range, 
 The dynasties of Chance and Change. 
 O dreams, — what know I not of dreams ? 
 Their name, their very essence, seems 
 A tender light, not dark nor clear, 
 A sad sweet mystery wild and dear, 
 A dull soft feeling unexplained, 
 A lie half true, a truth half feigned : 
 O dreams, — what know I not of dreams ? 
 When Reason, with inebriate gleams, 
 Looses from his wise control 
 The prancing Fancies of the soul. 
 And sober Judgment, slumbering still. 
 Sets free Caprice to guide the Will. 
 Within one night have I not spent 
 Years of adventurous banishment. 
 Strangely groping like the blind 
 In the dark caverns of my mind ? 
 Have I not dwelt, from eve till mom, 
 Lifetimes in length for praise or scorn, 
 With fancied joys, ideal woes. 
 And all sensation's warmest glows, 
 Wondrously thus expanding Life 
 Through seeming scenes of peace or strife, 
 Until I verily reign sublime, 
 A great creative king of Time ? 
 
 And there are people, things, and places, 
 Usual themes, familiar faces, 
 A second life, that looks as real 
 As this dull world's own unideal,
 
 . MY MIND'S KINGDOM. 8731 
 
 Another life of dreams by night, 
 That, still forgotten wanes in light. 
 Yet seems itself to wake and sleep, 
 And in that sleep dreams doubly deep, 
 While those same dreams may dream anon, 
 Tangled mazes wandering on ! 
 Yes, I have often, weak and worn. 
 Feebly waked at earliest mom. 
 As a shipwreck'd sailor, tost 
 By the wild waves on some rough coast, 
 Of perils past remembering nought 
 But some dim cataracts of thought, 
 And only roused betimes to know 
 That yesterday seems years ago ! 
 And I can apprehend full well 
 What old Pythagoras could tell 
 Of other scenes, and other climes. 
 And other Selfs in other times ; 
 For, oft my consciousness has reel'd 
 With scores of " Richards in the field," 
 As, multifonn, with no surprise, 
 I see myself in other guise, 
 And wonderless walk side by side 
 Witli mine own soul, self-multiplied! 
 If it be royal then to reign 
 Over an infinite domain, 
 If it be more than monarch can 
 To lengthen out the life of man, 
 Yea, if a godlike thing it be 
 To revel in ubiquity. 
 Is there but empty boast in this, 
 " My mind to me a kingdom is ?" 
 — Peace, rash fool ; be proud no more. 
 Count thy faults and folljcs o'er. 
 Turn aside, and note within 
 Thy secret charnel-house of Sin, 
 Thy bitter heart, thy covetous mind. 
 Evil thoughts, and words unkind : 
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 Can 60 foul and mean a thing 
 Reign a spiritual King ? 
 Art thou not — yea thou, myself, 
 In hope a slave to pride and pelf ? 
 Art thou not, — yea, thou, my mind, 
 Weak and naked, poor and blind ? 
 Yea, b3 humble ; yea, be still ; 
 Meekly bow that rebel Will ; 
 Seek not selfishly for praise ; 
 Go more softly all thy days ; 
 For to thee belongs no power. 
 Wretched insect of an hour, — 
 And if God in bounteous dole. 
 Hath grafted life upon thy soul. 
 Know thou, there is out of Him 
 Nor liglit in mind, nor might in limb ; 
 And, but for On'e, who from the grave 
 Of sin and death stood forth to save, 
 Thy mind, that royal mind of thine, 
 So great, ambitious and divine. 
 Would but a root of anguish be, 
 A madness and a misery, 
 • A bitter fear, a hideous care 
 All too terrible to bear. 
 Kingly, — but king of pains and woes, 
 The sceptred slave to throbs and throes ! 
 
 Justly then, my God, to thee, 
 Sly royal soul shall bend the knee. 
 My royal soul. Thy glorious breath, 
 By Thee set free from guilt and death, 
 Epfore thy Majesty bows down. 
 Offering the homage of her crowai, 
 Well pleased to^ sing in better bliss, 
 " My God to me a kingdom is."
 
 SONNET, ON A BIRTH. 67Sf 
 
 TARRING CHURCH. 
 
 Mother, — beneath fair Tarring's heavenward spire, 
 Where in old years thy youthful vows were paid, 
 
 When God had granted tiiee iby heart's desire, 
 And she went forth a wife, who came a maid. 
 With mindful steps thus wisely have we stray'd, 
 
 Full of deep tliougjits : for where that sacred lire 
 Of Love f^as kindled, in the self-same spot. 
 Thou, with the dear companion of tliy lot, 
 
 Thy helpmate all those years, mine honour'd sire, 
 To-day have found fulfilled before your eyes 
 
 The promise of old time ; — look round and see 
 Thy children's children ! lo, these babes arise. 
 
 And call thee blessed : Blessed both be ye ! 
 
 And in your blessing bless ye these, and me. 
 
 SONNET; ON A BIRTH. 
 
 At length, — a dreary length of many years, 
 
 God's favour hath shone forth ! and blest thee well, 
 O handmaid of the Lord, for all thy tears, 
 For all thy prayers, and hope, and faith — and fears. 
 
 With that best treasure of consummate joy 
 A childless wife alone can fully tell 
 
 How sorely long withheld — her first-born boy : 
 This blessing is from heav'n ; to hcav'n once more, 
 
 Another Hannah with her Samuel, 
 
 Render thou back the talent yielding ten, 
 
 A spirit, trained right early to adore, 
 
 A heart to yearn upon its tellow-mei^ 
 A being, meant and made for endless heaven, 
 This give to God : tills, God to thee hath given.
 
 276 A THOUSAND LINES. 
 
 DUTY 
 
 Pearls before swine : this is an old complaint ; 
 
 In very humbleness, and not in pride, 
 The spirit feels it true ; yet makes a feint 
 
 To rest with man's neglect well satisfied, 
 And have its wealth of words, its stores of thought 
 
 Despised or unregarded : woe betide 
 The heart that lives on praise ! considering nought 
 Of Duty's royal edicts, that #omm;md 
 
 Thy talents to be lent, thy lamp * shine : 
 Soul, be not faint ; nor, body, stay thy hand ; 
 
 Heed only this, — not whether those be swine, 
 But whether these be pearls, precious and pure ; 
 That so, whatever fatb the world make thine, 
 With God for Judge, thy guerdon be secure. 
 
 COUNSEL. 
 
 rOK. MUSIC. 
 
 There is a time for praising, 
 
 And a better time for pray'r, — 
 The heart its anthem raising, 
 
 Or uttering its care : 
 One minute is for smiling. 
 
 And another for the tear, — 
 Hope, by turns, beguiling, 
 
 Or her haggard brother, Fear. 
 
 But, if in joy thou praisest 
 
 The generous Hand that gave, — 
 And if in woe thou raisest 
 The prayer that He may save ; 
 
 Thy griefs shall seem all pleasure. 
 As the^jhidings of a Friend, 
 
 And thy joys ecstatic measure 
 A beginning without end !
 
 BYEGONES. 277 
 
 HOME. 
 
 F K MUSIC. 
 
 I NEVER left tlie place that knew me. 
 
 And may never know me jriore, 
 Where the chords of kindness drew me, 
 
 And have gladdened me of yore, 
 But my secret soul has smarted 
 
 With a feeUng full of gloom 
 For the days that are departed, 
 
 And the place I call'd my Home. 
 
 I am not of those who wander 
 
 UnafFectioned here and there, *, 
 
 But my heart must still be fonder 
 
 Of my sites of joy or care ; 
 And I point sad memory's finger 
 
 (Though my faithless foot may roam) 
 Where I've most been made to linger 
 
 In the place I call'd my Home. 
 
 BYEGONES. 
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 " Let bycgones be byegones," — they foolishly say. 
 
 And bid me be wise and forget them ; 
 But old recollections are active to-day. 
 
 And I can do nought but regret them ; 
 Though the present be pleasant, all joyous and gay. 
 
 And promising well for the morrow, 
 I love to look back on tlie years past away. 
 
 Embalming my byegones in sorrow. 
 
 If the morning of life has a mantle of gray, 
 Its noon will be blither an4 brighter,
 
 278' A TTTOTTSAND LINES. 
 
 If March has its storm, there is sunshine in May, 
 And light out of darkness is lighter : 
 
 Thus tlie present is pleasant, a cheerful to-day, 
 With a wiser, a soberer gladness, 
 
 Because it is tinged with the mellowing ray 
 Of a yesterday's sunset of sadness. 
 
 RULE, BRITANNIA! 
 
 A STIRRING SONG FOR PATRIOTS, IN THE YEAR 1860. 
 
 To tlie tune of " Wlia wouldna fight for Charlie J" 
 
 Rise ! ye gallant youth of Britain, 
 
 Gather to your country's call. 
 On your hearts her name is written, 
 
 Rise to help her, one and all ! 
 Cast away each feud and faction, 
 
 Brood not over wrong nor ill,— 
 Rouse your virtues into action, 
 
 For we love our country still,- — 
 Hail, Britannia! hail, Britannia! 
 
 Raise that thrilling shout once more ; 
 Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 
 
 Conqueror over sea and shore ! 
 
 France is coming, full of bluster, 
 
 Hot to wipe away her stain. 
 Therefore, brothers, here we muster 
 
 Just to give it her again ! 
 And if foemen, blind with fury, 
 
 Dare to cross our ocean-gulf. 
 Wait not then for judge nor jury, — 
 
 Shoot them as you would a vvoPf!
 
 RULE BRITANNIA. 27»' 
 
 For Britannia, just Britannia, 
 
 Claims our chorus as before ; 
 Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 
 
 Conqueror over sea and shore. 
 
 They may writhe, for we have galled them 
 
 With our guns in every clime, — 
 They may hate us, for we called them 
 
 Serfs and subjects in old time ! 
 Boasting Gaul, we calmly sconi you 
 
 As old .lEsop's bull the frogs ; 
 Come and welcome ! for, we warn you, 
 
 We- shall fling you to our dogs ! 
 For Britannia, our Britannia, 
 
 Thunders with a lion's roar ; 
 Rule Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 
 
 Conqueror over sea and shore. 
 
 See, uprear'd our holy standard ! 
 
 Crowd around it, gallant hearts ! 
 What ! should Britain's fame be slandered 
 
 As by fi:iult on oilt parts ? 
 Let the rabid Frenchman threaten, 
 
 Let the mad invader come, 
 We will hunt them out of Britain, 
 
 Or can die for hearth and home ! 
 For Britannia, dear Britannia, 
 
 Wakes our chorus evermore — 
 Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 
 
 Conqueror over sea and shore. 
 
 Rise then, patriots ! name endearing. 
 
 Flock from Scotland's moors and dales, 
 From the green, glad fields of Erin, 
 
 From the mountain homes of Wales, — 
 Rise ! for sister England calls you. 
 
 Rise ! our common weal to serve, 
 Rise ! while now the song enthnills you, 
 
 Thrilling every vein and nerve,
 
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 Hail, Britannia ! hail, Britannia ! 
 
 Conquer, as thou didst of yore ! 
 Rule, Britannia ! Rule, Britannia ! 
 
 Over every sea and shore. 
 
 THE EMIGRANT SHIP. 
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 Far away, far away. 
 The emigrant ship must sail to-day : 
 
 Cruel ship, — to look so gay 
 Bearing the exiles far away. 
 
 Sad and sore, sad and sore. 
 Many a fond heart bleeds at the core, 
 
 Cruel dread, — to meet no more, 
 Bitter sorrow, sad and sore. 
 
 Many years, many years 
 At best will they battle with perils and fears ; 
 
 Cruel pilot, — for he steers 
 The exiles away for many years. 
 
 Long ago, long ago ! 
 For the days that are gone their tears shall flow ; 
 
 Cruel hour, — to tear them so 
 From all they cherished long ago. 
 
 Fare ye well, fare ye well I 
 To joy and to hope it sounds as a knell : 
 
 Cruel tale it were to tell 
 How the emigrant sighs farewell. 
 
 Far away, far away ! 
 Is there indeed no hope to-day ? 
 
 Cruel and false it were to say 
 There are no pleasures iar away.
 
 THE ASSURANCE OF HORACE. 281 
 
 Far away, far away ! 
 Every night and every day 
 
 Kind and wise it were to pray, 
 God be with them far away ! 
 
 THE ASSURANCE OF HORACE. 
 
 1 HAVE achieved a tower of fame 
 
 More durable than gold, 
 And loftier than the royal frame 
 
 Of Ppamids of old, — 
 Which none inclemencies of clime, 
 
 Nor fiercest w'inds that blow, 
 Nor endless change, nor lapse of time, 
 
 Shall ever overthrow ! 
 
 I cannot perish ntterly : 
 
 The brighter part of me 
 Must live — and live— and never die, 
 
 But baffle Death's decree ! 
 For I shall always grow, and spread 
 
 My new-blown honors still, 
 Long as the priest and vestal tread 
 
 The Capitolian hill. 
 
 I shall be sung, where thy rough waves, 
 
 My native river, foam, — 
 And where old Daunus scantly laves 
 
 And rules his rustic home ; 
 As chief and first I shall be sung, 
 
 Though lowly, great in might 
 To tune my country's heart and tongue. 
 
 And tune them both aright. 
 
 Thou then, my soul, assume thy state. 
 And take tliine honors due :
 
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 Be proud, as tliy deserts are great, — 
 To thine own praise be true ! 
 
 Thou too, celestial Muse, come down, 
 And with kind haste prepare 
 
 The laurel for a Dslphic crown 
 To weave thy poet's hair. 
 
 THE ASSURANCE OF OVID. 
 
 Now have I done my work ! — which not Jove's ire 
 Can make undone, nor sword, nor time, nor fire. 
 Whene'er that day, whose only powers extend 
 Against this body, my brief life shall end, 
 Still in my better portion evermore 
 Above the stars undying shall I soar ! 
 My name shall never die : but through all time, 
 Wherever Rome shall reach a conquered clime, 
 There, in that people's tongue, shall this my page 
 Be read and glorified from age to age ; — 
 Yea, if the bodings of my spirit give 
 True note of inspiration, I shall live ! 
 
 POST-LETTERS. 
 
 Lottery tickets every day, — 
 
 And ever drawn a blank ! 
 Yet none the less we pant and pray 
 
 For prizes in that bank : 
 Morn by mom, and week by week, 
 
 They cheat us, or amuse, 
 Whilst on we fondly hope, and seek 
 
 Some stirring daily news.
 
 POST-LETTERS. 283 
 
 The heedless postman on his path 
 
 Is scattering joys and woes ; 
 He bears the seeds of life and death, 
 
 And drops them as he goes ! 
 I never note him trudging near 
 
 Upon his common track, 
 But all my heart is hope, or fear, 
 
 With visions bright, or black ! 
 
 I hope — what hope I not ? — vague things 
 
 Of wondrous possible good ; 
 I dread — as vague imaginings, 
 
 A very viper's brood : 
 Fame's sunshine, fortune's golden dews 
 
 May now be hovering o'er, — 
 Or the pale shadow of ill news 
 
 Be cowering at my door ! 
 
 Mystery, master-key to life, 
 Thou spring of every hour, 
 
 1 love to wrestle in thy strife. 
 
 And, tempt thy perilous power ; 
 I love to know that none can know 
 
 What this day may bring forth, 
 What bliss for me, for me what woe 
 
 Is travailing in birth ! 
 
 See, on my neighbour's threshold stands 
 
 Yon careless common man. 
 Bearing, perchance, in those coarse hands, 
 
 My Being's altered plan ! 
 My germs of pleasure, or of pain, 
 
 Of trouble, or of peace. 
 May there lie thick as drops of rain 
 
 Distilled from Gideon's fleece ! 
 
 Who knoweth ? may not loves be dead, — 
 
 Or those we loved laid low, — 
 Who knoweth 7 may not wealth be fled, 
 
 And all the world my foe ?
 
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 Or who can tell if Fortune's hour 
 (Which once on all dotli shine) 
 
 Be not within this morning's dower, 
 A prosperous morn of mine ? 
 
 Ah, cold Reality ! — in spite 
 • Of hopes, and endless chance, 
 
 That bi't'er postman, ruthless wight, 
 
 Has cheated poor Romance ; 
 No letters ! O the dreary phrase : 
 
 Another day forlorn : — 
 And thus I wend upon my ways 
 
 To watch another morn. 
 
 Cease, babbler ! — ^let those doubtings cease ! 
 
 \Vliat ! should a son of heaven 
 With the pure manna of his Peace 
 
 Mix up his faithless leaven ? 
 Not so ! — for in the hands of God, 
 
 And in none earthly will, 
 Abide alike my staff, and rod, 
 
 My good, and seeming ill. 
 
 SOCIETY. 
 
 Alas, we do but act ; we are not free ; 
 
 The presence of another is a chain 
 
 jMy trammeled spirit strives to break, in vaui ; 
 How strangely difterent myself from me ! 
 
 Thoughtful in solitude, serenely blest, 
 Crown'd and enthroned in mental majesty, 
 Equal to all things great, and daring all, 
 
 I muse of mysteries, and am at rest ; 
 
 But, in the midst, some dull intruded guest 
 Topples me from my heights, holding in thrall
 
 TO AN INFANT. 285 
 
 With his hard eye the traitor in my breast, 
 That before humbler intellects is cow'd, 
 Silently shrinking from the common crowd, 
 
 And only with the highest self-possest. 
 
 ON AN INFANT.* 
 
 Look on this babe ; and let thy pride take heed, 
 Thy pride of manhood, intellect, or fame. 
 
 That thou despise him not : for he indeed, 
 And such as he, in spirit and heart the same, 
 
 Are God's own children in that kingdom bright 
 Where purity is praise, — and where before 
 The Father's throne, triumphant evermore, 
 
 The ministering angels, sons of light. 
 
 Stand unreproved ; because they offer there^ 
 Mix'd with the Mediator's hallowing prayer 
 
 The innocence of babes in Christ like this : 
 O guarnian Spirit, bo my child thy care 
 
 Lead limi to God, obedience and bliss, 
 
 To God, O fostering cherub, thine and his ! 
 
 * William Knightgn Tapp«r, tht Author'* Moond torn.
 
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 EPILOGUE. 
 
 Are there no sympathies, no loves between us ? 
 
 Is my hope vain ? — I have not vext thee long, 
 Nor lent thee thoughts from God and good that wean us, 
 
 Nor given thee words that warp from right to wrong : 
 
 And if, at times, my too trinmphant song 
 Hath seem'd self-praise, — doth it indeed demean us 
 That when a man feels hotly at his heart 
 
 The quick spontaneous fire of thoughts and words, 
 He will not play the hypocrite's ill part, 
 
 Flinging aside the meed his Mind affords ? 
 
 No ! with all gratitude and humbleness 
 I claim mine own ; nor can affect to scorn 
 A gift, of my Creator's goodness bom 
 
 Which is ray grace and glory to possess. 
 
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