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(From Beauty.]
THE CONQUEROR.

Thou mightier than Manoah's son, whence is thy great strength,
And wherein the secret of thy craft, O charmer charming wisely ?—

Ajax may rout a phalanx, but beauty shall enslave him single-handed:
Pericles ruled Athens, yet is he the servant of Aspasia:
Light were the labor, and often-told the tale, to count the victories of
beauty, —

Learning sitteth at her feet, and Idleness laboreth to please her;
Folly hath flung aside his bells, and leaden Dulness gloweth:
prudence is rash in her defence; Frugality filleth her with riches;
Despair came to her for counsel; and Bereavement was glad when she
consoled;

Justice putteth up his sword at the tear of supplicating beauty
And Mercy, with indulgent haste, hath pardoned beauty's sin.
For beauty is the substitute for all things, satisfying every absence,
The rich delirious cup, to make all else forgotten.

[From Beauty.]
MENTAL SUPBEMACY.

There is a beauty of the reason: grandly independent of externals,

It looketh from the windows of the house, shining in the man triumphant.

I have seen the broad blank face of some misshapen dwarf

Lit on a sudden as with glory, the brilliant light of mind:

Who then imagined him deformed 1 intelligence is blazing on his forehead,

There is empire in his eye, and sweetness on his lip, and his brown cheek

glittereth with beauty: And I have known some Nireus of the camp, a varnished paragon of

chamberers.

Fine, elegant, and shapely, moulded as the masterpiece of Phidias,— Such an one, with intellects abased, have I noted crouching to the dwarf, Whilst his lovers scorn the fool whose beauty hath departed!

[From Beauty.]

THE SOURCE OF MAN'S RULING PASSION.

Verily the fancy may be false, yet hath it met me in my musings,
(As expounding the pleasantness of pleasure, but no ways extenuating
license,)

That even those yearnings after beauty, in wayward wanton youth,
When guileless of ulterior end, it craveth but to look upon the lovely,
Seem like struggles of the soul, dimly remembering pre-existence,
And feeling in its blindness for a long-lost god to satisfy its longing;

God, the undiluted good, is root and stock of beauty,

And every child of reason drew his essence from that stem.

Therefore, it is of intuition, an innate hankering for home,

A sweet returning to the well, from which our spirit flowed,
That we, unconscious of a cause, should bask these darkened souls
In some poor relics of the light that blazed in primal beauty.

Only, being burdened with the body, spiritual appetite is warped,

And sensual man, with taste corrupted, drinketh of pollutions:

Impulse is left, but indiscriminate; his hunger feasteth upon carrion;

His natural love of beauty doteth over beauty in decay.

He still thirsteth for the beautiful; but his delicate ideal hath grown gross,

And the very sense of thirst hath been fevered from affection into passion.

[From Indirect Influences.)
ARGUMENT.

The weakness of accident is strong, where the strength of design is weak,
And a casual analogy convinceth, when a mind bcareth not argument.
Will not a man listen? be silent; and prove thy maxim by example:
Never fear, thou losest not thy hold, though thy mouth doth not render a

reason.

Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense inaketh much of his conceit,

And some errors never would have thriven,, had it not been for learned refutation;

Yea, much evil hath been caused by an honest wrestler for truth.

And much of unconscious good, by the man that hated wisdom:

For the intellect judgeth closely, and if thou overstep thy argument,

Or seem not consistent with thyself, or fail in thy direct purpose,

The mind that went along with thee, shall stop and return without thee,

And thou shalt have raised a foe, where thou mightest have won a friend.

[From Indirect influences.]

THE POWER OF SUGGESTION.

Hints, shrewdly strown, mightily disturb the spirit,
Where a barefaced accusation would be too ridiculous for calumny:
The sly suggestion touches nerves, and nerves contract the fronds,
And the sensitive mimosa of affection trembleth to its root;
And friendships, the growth of half a century, those oaks that laugh at
storms.

Have been cankered in a night by a worm, even as the prophet's gourd.
Hast thou loved, and not known jealousy? for a sidelong look
Can please or pain thy heart more than the multitude of proofs:
Hast thou hated, and not learned that thy silent scorn
Doth deeper aggravate thy foe than loud-cursing malice ? —

Thinkest thou the thousand eyes that shine with rapture on a ruin,
Would have looked with half their wonder on the perfect pile?
And wherefore not — but that light hints, suggesting unseen beauties
Fill the complacent gazer with self-grown conceits?

And so, the rapid sketch winneth more praise to the painter,

Than the consummate work elaborated on his easel:

And so, the Helvetic lion caverned in the living rock

Hath more of majesty and force, than if upon a marble pedestal.

. . . . What hath charmed thine ear in music?

Is it the labored theme, the curious fugue or cento,—

Nor rather the sparkles of intelligence flashing from some strange note

Or the soft melody of sounds far sweeter for simplicity?

. . . . What hath filled thy mind in reading?

Is it the volume of detail, where all is orderly set down,

And they that read may run, nor need to stop and think;

The book carefully accurate, that counteth thee no better than a fool,

Gorging the passive mind with annotated notes: —

Nor rather the half-suggested thoughts, the riddles thou mayest solve;

The light analogy, or deep allusion, trusted to thy learning,

The confidence implied in thy skill to unravel meaning mysteries?

For ideas are ofttimes shy of the close furniture of words,

And thought, wherein only is power, may be best conveyed by a suggestion.

The flash that lighteth up a valley, amid the dark midnight of a storm,

Coineth the mind with that scene sharper than fifty summers.

[From Names.]

ILL-CBRISTENED.

Who would call the tench a whale, or style a torch, Orion?
Yet many a silly parent hath dealt likewise with his nursling.
Give thy child a fit distinguishment, making him sole tenant of a name,
For it were sore hindrance to hold it in common with a hundred;
In the Babcl of confused identities fame is little feasible.
The felon shall detract from the philanthropist, and the sage share honors
with the simple:

Still, in thy title of distinguishment, fall not into arrogant assumption.
Steering from caprice and affectations; and for all thou doest have a reason.
He that is ambitious for his son, should give him untried names,
For those that have served other men, haply may injure by their evils;
Or otherwise may hinder by their glories; therefore set him by himself,
To win for his individual name some clear specific praise.
There were nine Homers, all goodly sons of song; but where is any record
of the eight?

One grew to fame, an Aaron's rod. and swallowed up his brethren.
Who knoweth? more distinctly titled, those dead eight had lived;

Art thou named of a family, the same in successive generations?
It is open to thee still to earn for epithets, such an one, the good or great-
Art thou named foolishly? show that thou art wiser than thy fathers,
Live to shame their vanity or sin by dutiful devotion to thy sphere.
Art thou named discreetly? it is well, the course is free;
No competitor shall claim thy colors, neither fix his faults upon thee:
Hasten to the goal of fame between the posts of duty.
And win a blessing from the world, that men may love thy name;

[From Indirect Influences.]
THE FORCE OF TRIFLES.

A Sentence hath formed a character, and a character subdued a kingdom;
A picture hath ruined souls, or raised them to commerce with the skies.

Planets govern not the soul, nor guide the destinies of man.

But trifles, lighter than straws, are levers in the building up of character.

[From Neglect.]

TO MVBMUBERS.

Yet once more, griever at Neglect, hear me to thy comfort, or rebuke; For, after all thy just complaint, the world is full of love.

For human benevolence is large, though many matters dwarf it,
Prudence, ignorance, imposture, and the straitenings of circumstance and
time.

And if to the body, so to the mind, the mass of men are generous:
Their estimate who know us best, is seldom seen to err:
Be sure the fault is thine, as pride, or shallowness, or vanity,
If all around thee, good and bad, neglect thy seeming merit.

Therefore examine thy state, O self-accounted martyr of Neglect,
It may be, thy merit is a cubit, and thy measure thereof a furlong:
But grant it greater than thy thoughts, and grant that men thy fellows
For pleasure, business, or interest, misuse, forget, neglect thee,—
Still be thou conqueror in this, the consciousness of high deservings;
Let it suffice thee to be worthy; faint not thou for praise;
For that thou art, be grateful; go humbly even in thy confidence;
And set thy foot on the neck of an enemy so harmless as Neglect.

[From Memory.]

HINTS OF PRE-EXISTENCE.

Were I at Petra, could I not declare. My soul hath been here before me?
Am I strange to the columned halls, the calm dead grandeur of Palmyra?
Know I not thy mount, O Carmel! Have I not voyaged on the Danube
Nor seen the glare of Arctic snows, — nor the black tents of the Tartar?
Is it then a dream, that I remember the faces of them of old?

Be ye my judges, imaginative minds, full-fledged to soar into the sun.
Whose grosser natural thoughts the chemistry of wisdom hath sublimed,
Have ye not confessed to a feeling, a consciousness, strange and vague,
That ye have gone this way before, and walk again your daily life,
Tracking an old routine, and on some foreign strand,
Where bodily ye have never stood, finding your own footsteps?
Hath not at times some recent friend looked out an old familiar,
Some newest circumstance or place teemed as with ancient memories 1
A startling sudden flash lighteth up all for an instant,

And then it is quenched, as in darkness, and leaveth the cold spirit trembling.

[From Neglect.]
LATE VALUATION.

Good men are the health of the world, valued only when it perisheth;
Like water, light, and air, all precious in their absence.
Who hath considered the blessing of his breath, till the poison of an asthma
struck him?

Who hath regarded the just pulses of his heart, till spasm or paralysis

have stopped them? Even thus, an unobserved routine of daily grace and wisdom, When no more here, had worship of a world, whose penitence atoned for

its neglect.

[From Mystery.]

FOREKNOWLEDGE UNDESIRABLE.

For mystery is man's life; we wake to the whisperings of novelty:
And what though we lie down disappointed? we sleep, to wake in hope.
The letter, or the news, the chances and the changes, matters that may
happen,

Sweeten or embitter daily life with the honey-gall of mystery.

For we walk blindfold, —and a minute may be much, — a step may reach

the precipice;

What earthly loss, what heavenly gain, may not this day produce?

Levelled of Alps and Andes, without its valleys and ravines,

How dull the face of earth, unfeatured of both beauty and sublimity:

And so, shorn of mystery, beggared in its hopes and fears,

How flat the prospect of existence, mapped by intuitive foreknowledge?

[from To-Day.]
LIFE.

A Man's life is a tower, with a staircase of many steps,
That, as he toileth upward, crumble successively behind him:
No going back, the past is an abyss; no stopping, for the present perisheth;
But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-day.

[From To-Morrow.]
THE WORD OF BANE AND BLESSING.

Often, the painful present is comforted by flattering the future.
And kind To-morrow beareth half the burdens of To-day.
To-morrow, whispereth weakness; and To-morrow findeth him the weaker.
To-morrow, promiseth conscience: and behold, no to-day for a fulfilment.
O name of happy omen unto youth. O bitter word of terror to the dotard.
Goal of folly's lazy wish, and sorrow's ever-coming friend,
Fraud's loophole. — caution's hint, —and trap to catch the honest,—
Thou wealth to many poor, disgrace to many noble,
Thou hope and fear, thou weal and woe, thou remedy, thou ruin,
How thickly swarms of thought are clustering round To-morrow.

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