A man more pure and bold and just IX. I have not looked upon you nigh, X. And though my own eyes fill with dew, Drawn from the spirit through the brain, I will not even preach to you, "Weep, weeping dulls the inward pain." XI. Let Grief be her own mistress still. XII. I will not say "God's ordinance Of Death is blown in every wind;' XIII. His memory long will live alone In all our hearts, as mournful light That broods above the fallen sun, And dwells in heaven half the night. XIV. Vain solace! Memory standing near Cast down her eyes, and in her throat Her voice seemed distant, and a tear Dropt on the letters as I wrote. XV. I wrote I know not what. In truth, XVI. For he too was a friend to nie: Both are my friends, and my true breast Bleedeth for both; yet it may be That only silence suiteth best. XVII. Words weaker than your grief would make Grief more. "Twere better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace: XVIII. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace: XIX. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. "YOU ASK ME, WHY, THOUGH ILL AT EASE." You ask me, why, though ill at ease, And languish for the purple seas ? It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land where, girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent: Where faction seldom gathers head, Should banded unions persecute When single thought is civil crime, Though Power should make from land to land The name of Britain trebly greatThough every channel of the State Should almost choke with golden sand Yet waft me from the harbor-mouth, "OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS." Or old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet > Above her shook the starry lights: There in her place she did rejoice, Then stept she down through town and field Grave mother of majestic works, Her open eyes desire the truth. The wisdom of a thousand years That her fair form may stand and shine, Turning to scorn with lips divine The falsehood of extremes! LOVE THOU THY LAND, WITH LOVE FAR BROUGHT." LOVE thou thy land, with love far brought True love turned round on fixéd poles, But pamper not a hasty time, The herd, wild hearts and feeble wings, That every sophister can lime. Deliver not the tasks of might To weakness, neither hide the ray From those, not blind, who wait for day, Though sitting girt with doubtful light. Make knowledge circle with the winds; Watch what main-currents draw the years: Nor toil for title, place, or touch Not clinging to some ancient saw : Not mastered by some modern term; Not swift nor slow to change, but firm: And in its season bring the law; That from Discussion's lip may fall With Life, that, working strongly, bindsSet in all lights by many minds, To close the interests of all. For Nature also, cold and warm, |