« ΠροηγούμενηΣυνέχεια »
Friends, foes, joys,' fortunes, beauty, and disgust;
If a new Muse draw me with splendid ray,
The needs of the first sight absorb my blood,
Drag a ridiculous age.
To-day, when friends approach, and every hour
Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?
Of thoughts and things at home, but still adjourn
RALPH W. EMERSON.
Y genial spirits fail;
And what can these avail
To lift the smothering weight from off my breast?
It were a vain endeavor,
Though I should gaze forever
On that green light that lingers in the west,
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life whose fountains are within.
SUN AND SHADOW.
O Lady! we receive but what we give,
Ah, from the soul itself must issue forth
Enveloping the earth:
And from the soul itself must there be sent
SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE.
Sun and Shadow.
SI look from the isle, o'er its billows of green,
Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray
Now white as the sea-gull she flies on her way,
Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,—
How little he cares if in shadow or sun
They see him who gaze from the shore!
He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef,
As he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf,
Thus drifting afar to the dim vaulted caves
The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves
May see us in sunshine or shade.
Yet true to our course, though our shadow grow dark,
And stand by the rudder that governs the bark,
OLIVER W. HOLMES.
Ὀψὲ θεῶν ἀτέουσι μύλοι, ἀλέουσι δὲ λεπτά.
("The mills of the gods grind late, but they grind fine.")
THE ABOVE PARAPHRASED.
THOU HOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small:
Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
Careless seems the Great Avenger; history's pages but record
One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word:
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne; But that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His JAMES R. LOWELL.
The Two Oceans.
"WO seas amid the night,
In the moonshine roll and sparkle,
The one has a billowy motion,
And from land to land it gleams; The other is sleep's wide ocean,
And its glimmering waves are dreams.
with murmur and roar,
Bears fleets round coast and islet; The other, without a shore,
Ne'er knew the track of a pilot.
IVER! River! little River!
Like a Child at play.
River! River! swelling River!
On you rush o'er rough and smooth-
River! River! brimming River!
River! River! rapid River!
River! River! headlong River!
Sun and Shade.
HERE are no shadows where there is no sun :
FREDERICK W. FABER.
Night and Death.
YSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath the curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came; And lo! creation widened in man's view.
Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed
That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind?