Brother, unwittingly he may; doubtless, unwillingly he doth: My grapery is diligently thinned, and yet many berries will be sour; tion; Yet may some slimy snake have counted for an eel. The rudder of man's best hope cannot always steer himself from error; The arrow of man's straightest aim flieth short of truth. Thus the confession of sincerity visit not as if it were presumption; Nor own me for a leader, where thy reason is not guide. OF CHEERFULNESS. TAKE courage, prisoner of time, for there be many comforts; 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 wisdom, And cheerfully to bear thy cross in patient strength is duty. thickly, And he that fled hath added wings to his pursuing 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. (30) NOT few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit; Sickness, and penury, and travail, there be real ills enow: We are wandering benighted, with a waning moon; plunge not rashly into jungles, Where cold and poisonous damps will quench the torch of hope: A wise traveller goeth on cheerily, through fair weather or foul; Calamities come not as a curse, -nor prosperity for other than a trial; Struggle, thou art better for the strife, and the very energy shall hearten thee. Good is taught in a Spartan school, hard lessons and a rough discipline, But evil cometh idly of itself, in the luxury of Capuan holidays; And wisdom will go bravely forth to meet the chastening scourge, Enduring with a thankful heart that punishment of Love. THERE be three chief rivers of despondency-sin, 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 crea tures, And so soon as there is penitence in creatures, that hope is exalted into duty. Verily, consider this for courage; that the fearful and the unbe lieving Are classed with idolaters and liars, because they trusted not in God: (31) For it is no other than selfish sin, a hard and proud ingratitude, Where seeming repentance is herald of despair, instead of hope's forerunner. 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 her sorrow must run off; 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 that earliest calm, to tie her in the leash with Reason. For regrets are an enervating folly, and the season for energy is come, Yea rather, that the future may repair with 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 down. Feeble is the comfort of the faithless, a man without a God; Fear is the heritage of him, a portion wise and merciful, dreads; So, with infirmities of mind, is fear the pallid harbinger of failure. It were wise to talk undaunted even in an accidental chaos, For the brave man is at peace and free to get the mastery of cir cumstance. The stoutest armor of defence is that which is worn within the bosom, And the weapon that no enemy can parry, is a bold and cheerful spirit: Catapults in old war worked like Titans, crushing foes with rocks; So doth a strong-springed heart throw back every load on its assailants. I WENT heavily for cares, and fell into the trance of sorrow; brought it: There stood a mountain huge and steep, the awful Rock of Ages; The sun upon its summit, and storms midway, and deep ravines at foot; And, as I looked, a dense, black cloud, suddenly dropping from the thunder, Filled, like a cataract, with yeasty foam a narrow, smiling valley: beneath. Then, as I walked upon the mountain, clear in summer's noon, some, Ran up the shining ladder which the voice of hope had made; So, from his happy wife, when they both stood beside me on the mountain, The fond father took that babe, and set him on his shoulder in the sunshine. AGAIN I peered into the valley, for I heard a gasping moan, A desolate, weak cry, as muffled in the vapors. So down that crystal shaft into the poisonous mine I sped for charity to seek and save, and those I sought fled from me. At length, I spied, far distant, a trembling, withered dwarf, Who crouched beneath the cloak of a tall and spectral mourner; Then I knew Cowardice and Gloom, and followed them on in dark ness, Guided by their rustling robes, and moans, and muffled cries, And lo, their whitening bones were shaping out an epitaph of Fail ure. So I saw that despondency was death, 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 the names they called my wings were Cheerfulness and Wisdom. OF YESTERDAY. SPEAK, 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 as a furrow on the sand, fashioned by the toying waves, Is it but a vision, unstable and unreal, which wise men soon forget? Alas! deluded soul, that hopeth thus of Yesterday. FOR, behold, those temples of Ellora, the Brahmin's rock-built shrine, Behold, yon granite cliff, which the North Sea buffeteth 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 ill-remembered Yesterday. COME, let me show thee an ensample, where Nature shall instruct us. Luxuriantly the arguments for Truth spring native in her gardens. Seek we yonder woodman of the plain; he is measuring his axe to the elm, |