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HEROISM.

RUBY wine is drunk by knaves,

Sugar spends to fatten slaves, Rose and vine-leaf deck buffoons; Thunder-clouds are Jove's festoons, Drooping oft in wreaths of dread, Lightning-knotted round his head; The hero is not fed on sweets,

Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,

And head-winds right for royal sails

CHARACTER.

THE sun set, but set not his hope:

Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:

Fixed on the enormous galaxy,

Deeper and older seemed his eye;

And matched his sufferance sublime

The taciturnity of time

He spoke, and words more soft than rain

Brought the Age of Gold again :

His action won such reverence sweet

As hid all measure of the feat.

CULTURE.

I CAN

rules or tutors educate

The semigod whom we await ?

2 He must be musical,

2 Tremulous, impressional,

3 Alive to gentle influence
Of landscape and of sky,
And tender to the spirit-touch

4 Of man's or maiden's eye:

But, to his native centre fast,

Shall into Future fuse the Past,

And the world's flowing fates in his own mould

recast.

FRIENDSHIP.

ARUDDY drop of manly blood

The surging sea outweighs,

The world uncertain comes and goes,

The lover rooted stays.

I fancied he was fled,

And, after many a year,

Glowed unexhausted kindliness,

Like daily sunrise there.

My careful heart was free again,

O friend, my bosom said,

Through thee alone the sky is arched,

Through thee the rose is red;

All things through thee take nobler form,

And look beyond the earth,

The mill-round of our fate appears

A sun-path in thy worth.

Me too thy nobleness has taught

To master my despair;

The fountains of my hidden life

Are through thy friendship fair.

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