Little man, least of all, Among the legs of his guardians tall, Him by the hand dear Nature took, To-morrow they will wear another face, The founder thou; these are thy race!' COMPENSATION. I. HE wings of Time are black and white, THE Pied with morning and with night. Mountain tall and ocean deep Trembling balance duly keep. In changing moon and tidal wave Glows the feud of Want and Have. Gauge of more and less through space, Electric star or pencil plays, The lonely Earth amid the balls That hurry through the eternal halls, A makeweight flying to the void, Supplemental asteroid, Or compensatory spark, Shoots across the neutral Dark. זן Man's the elm, and Wealth the vine: Stanch and strong the tendrils twine : Though the frail ringlets thee deceive, None from its stock that vine can reave. Fear not, then, thou child infirm, There's no god dare wrong a worm ; And power to him who power exerts. And all that Nature made thy own, Will rive the hills and swim the sea, And, like thy shadow, follow thee. Phoebus stablish must. When the Muses nine With the Virtues meet, Find to their design An Atlantic seat, By green orchard boughs Fended from the heat, Where the statesman ploughs Furrow for the wheat, When the Church is social worth, When the state-house is the hearth, Then the perfect State is come, The republican at home. |