Yea, this in him was the peculiar grace (Hearten our chorus) Still before living he'd learn how to live- Earn the means first- God surely will contrive Use for our earning. Others mistrust and say "But time escapes, "Live now or never!" He said, "What's Time? leave Now for dogs and apes! Man has Forever." Back to his book then: deeper drooped his head; Calculus racked him: Leaden before, his eyes grew dross of lead; Tussis attacked him "Now, Master, take a little rest!" (Caution redoubled! not he! Step two a-breast, the way winds narrowly.) Not a whit troubled, Back to his studies, fresher than at first, Fierce as a dragon He, (soul-hydroptic with a sacred thirst) Sucked at the flagon. Oh, if we draw a circle premature, Greedy for quick returns of profit, sure, Bad is our bargain! Was it not great? did he not throw on God, (He loves the burthen) God's task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? Did not he magnify the mind, show clear Just what it all meant? He would not discount life, as fools do here, Paid by instalment ! He ventured neck or nothing-heaven's success Found, or earth's failure : "Wilt thou trust death or not?" he answered "Yes. "Hence with life's pale lure!" That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here - should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him. So, with the throttling hands of Death at strife, Still, thro' the rattle, parts of speech were rife. He settled Hoti's business let it be ! Properly based Oun Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, Dead from the waist down. Well, here's the platform, here's the proper place. Hail to your purlieus All ye highfliers of the feathered race, Swallows and curlews! Here's the top-peak! the multitude below This man decided not to Live but Know Bury this man there? Here-here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go! let joy break with the storm Peace let the dew send! Lofty designs must close in like effects: Loftily lying, Leave him still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying. ONE WAY OF LOVE. 1. ALL June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves, Let them lie. Suppose they die? The chance was they might take her eye. 2. How many a month I strove to suit She will not hear my music? So! 3. My whole life long I learned to love. And speak my passion. Heaven or hell? Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they. ANOTHER WAY OF LOVE. JUNE was not over, Though past the full, 1. And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When a man I know (But shall not discover, Since ears are dull, And time discloses) Turned him and said with a man's true air, Half sighing a smile in a yawn, as 'twere, "If I tire of your June, will she greatly care?" 2. Well, Dear, in-doors with you! True, serene deadness Tries a man's temper. What's in the blossom June wears on her bosom? Can it clear scores with you? Sweetness and redness, Eadem semper! Go, let me care for it greatly or slightly! |