The soul, after soaring for a while round the cloud-capped Glad in its conscious immortality, leaveth a world behind, Or vivid horrors, sharp and clear, madden thy tense fibres? In half-shaped visions of sleep hast thou not feared thy flit tings, Lest reason, like a raking hawk, return not to thy call; Captive and borne away on the warrior's foam-covered steed, Imagination, like a shadowy giant looming on the twilight of the Hartz, Shall overwhelm Judgment with affright, and scare him from his throne: In a dream thou mayst be mad, and feel the fire within thee; In a dream thou mayst travel out of self, and see thee with the eyes of another; Or sleep in thine own corpse; or wake as in many bodies: Or swell, as expanded to infinity; or shrink, as imprisoned to a point; Or among moss-grown ruins may wander with the sullen disembodied, And gaze upon their glassy eyes until thy heart-blood freeze. ALONE must thou stand, O man! alone at the bar of judg ment; Alone must thou bear thy sentence, alone must thou answer for thy deeds: Therefore it is well thou retirest often to secresy and solitude, To feel that thou art accountable separately from thy fellows: For a crowd hideth truth from the eyes, society drowneth thought, And, being but one among many, stifleth the chidings of conscience. Solitude bringeth woe to the wicked, for his crimes are told out in his ear; But addeth peace to the good, for the mercies of his God are numbered. Thou mayst know if it be well with a man,-loveth he gaiety or solitude? For the troubled river rusheth to the sea, but the calm lake slumbereth among the mountains. How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in loneliness, For there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as with friends: But guilt maddeneth the brain, and terror glareth in the eye, Where, in his solitary cell, the malefactor wrestleth with remorse. Give me but a lodge in the wilderness, drop me on an island in the desert, And thought shall yield me happiness, though I may not increase it by imparting: For the soul never slumbereth, but is as the eye of the Eter nal, And mind, the breath of God, knoweth not ideal vacuity. into sleep, But the mental eye is awake, and thou reasonest in thy dreams: In a dream thou mayest live a life-time, and all be forgotten in the morning: Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory. OF SPEAKING. SPEECH is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought; Yet oftentimes runneth it to husk, and the grains be withered and scanty; Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of man, That likeneth him to his Maker, who spake, and it was done : Spirit may mingle with spirit, but sense requireth a symbol; And speech is the body of a thought, without which it were not seen. When thou walkest, musing with thyself, in the green aisles of the forest, Utter thy thinkings aloud, that they take a shape and being; For he that pondereth in silence crowdeth the storehouse of his mind, And though he hath heaped great riches, yet is he hindered in the using. A man that speaketh too little, and thinketh much and deeply, Corrodeth his own heart-strings, and keepeth back good from his fellows: A man that speaketh too much, and museth but little and lightly, Wasteth his mind in words, and is counted a fool among men; But thou, when thou hast thought, weave charily the web of meditation, And clothe the ideal spirit in the suitable garments of speech. UTTERED out of time, or concealed in its season, good savoreth of evil; To be secret looketh like guilt, to speak out may breed contention: Often have I known the honest heart, flaming with indignant virtue, Provoke unneeded war by its rash ambassador the tongue : Often have I seen the charitable man go so slily on his mis sion, That those who met him in the twilight, took him for a skulking thief: I have heard the zealous youth telling out his holy secrets Whereas, a judicious keeping-back might have won their sympathy; I have judged rashly and hardly the hand liberal in the dark, Because in the broad daylight it hath holden it a virtue to be close; And the silent tongue have I condemned, because reserve hath chained it, That it hid, yea from a brother, the kindness it had done by comforting. No need to sound a trumpet, but less to hush a footfall: crime. Secresy goeth cowled, and Honesty demandeth wherefore? For he ji dgeth,-judgeth he not well ?-that nothing need be hid but guilt; Why should thy good be evil spoken of through thine unrighteous silence; If thou art challenged, speak, and prove the good thou doest. Because the good man, fearing, thereby hideth his light: Ascribe the honor to thy Lord, but be thou jealous of that honor, Nor think it light and worthless, because thou mayst not wear it for thyself: Remember thy grand prerogative is free unshackled utter ance, And suffer not the floodgates of secresy to lock the full tiver of thy speech. COME, I will show thee an affliction, unnumbered among this world's sorrows, Yet real and wearisome and constant, embittering the cup of life. There be, who can think within themselves, and the fire burneth at their heart, And eloquence waiteth at their lips, yet they speak not with their tongue; There be, whom zeal quickeneth, or slander stirreth to reply, Or need constraineth to ask, or pity sendeth as her messen gers, But nervous dread and sensitive shame freeze the current of their speech; The mouth is sealed as with lead, a cold weight presseth on the heart, The mocking promise of power is once more broken in performance, And they stand impotent of words, travailing with unborn thoughts: Courage is cowed at the portal: wisdom is widowed of utter ance; He that went to comfort is pitied; he that should rebuke, is silent. And fools who might listen and learn, stand by to look and laugh; While friends, with kinder eyes, wound deeper by compas |