LIFE A TRAIN of gay and clouded days No fate, save by the victim's fault, is low, For God hath writ all dooms magnificent, So guilt not traverses his tender will. THIS shining moment is an edifice Which the Omnipotent cannot rebuild. ROOMY Eternity Casts her schemes rarely, And many-chambered heart. BE of good cheer, brave spirit; steadfastly Serve that low whisper thou hast served; for know, God hath a select family of sons Now scattered wide thro' earth, and each alone, Who are thy spiritual kindred, and each one The riches of a spotless memory, And Time, who keeps God's word, brings on the day To seal the marriage of these minds with thine, Thine everlasting lovers. Ye shall be The salt of all the elements, world of the world. LOVE Asks nought his brother cannot give; Asks nothing, but does all receive. Love calls not to his aid events; He to his wants can well suffice: To the dear object of his thought, TELL men what they knew before; Paint the prospect from their door. HIM strong Genius urged to roam, Stronger Custom brought him home. THAT each should in his house abide, Therefore was the world so wide.1 YES, sometimes to the sorrow-stricken REX THE bard and mystic held me for their own, The service done to me as done to them. SHUN passion, fold the hands of thrift, Sit still, and Truth is near : Suddenly it will uplift Your eyelids to the sphere: 1 A common thought with Emerson (see 'Written in Naples,' Written at Rome,' The Day's Ration,' and the essaySelf-Reliance'), but, as here expressed, evidently meant for a direct answer to the last words of Goethe's Wilhelm Meister, so often quoted by Carlyle: To give space for wandering is it |