"I knew not yet the gauge of Time, Nor wore the manacles of Space.

1 felt it in some other clime

I saw it in some other place.

- 'Twas when the heavenly house I trod,

And lay upon the breast of God."

SELF-DEPENDENCE.

WEARY of myself, and sick of asking

What I am, and what I ought to be,

At the vessel's prow I stand, which bears e
Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.

And a look of passionate desire

O'er the sea and to the stars I send :

"Ye who from my childhood up have calm'd me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end.

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Ah, once more," I cried, "ye Stars, ye Waters,

On my heart your mighty charm renew:

Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you,

Feel my soul becoming vast like you."

From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven, Over the lit sea's unquiet way,

In the rustling night-air came the answer

"Wouldst thou be as these are? Live as they.

"Unaffrighted by the silence round them,

Undistracted by the sights they see,

These demand not that the things without them
Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.

"And with joy the stars perform their shining,

And the sea its long moon-silver'd roll.

For alone they live, nor pine with noting
All the fever of some differing soul.

"Bounded by themselves, and unobservant
In what state God's other works may be,
In their own tasks all their powers pouring,
These attain the mighty life you see.”

O air-born Voice! long since, severely clear

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cry like thine in my own heart I hear. "Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery."

CONSOLATION.

The wide earth is still

Wider than one man's passion: there's no mood,
No meditation, no delight, no sorrow,

Cas'd in one man's dimensions, can distil
Such pregnant and infectious quality,

Six yards round shall not ring it.—

MIST clogs the sunshine.
Smoky dwarf houses

Hem me round everywhere.

A vague dejection

Weighs down my soul.

Yet, while I languish,

Everywhere, countless

Prospects unroll themselves,

And countless beings

Pass countless moods.