Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away! In "Human Life," written at fifty-six, the poet is happily merged into the philosopher. Love of country life and joy in village folk was with our man of affairs no mere affectation. It runs through all his verse. In a few well-measured lines our poet-philosopher thus compasses the story of man's life here on the earth: So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, And soon again shall music swell the breeze; And once, alas, nor in a distant hour, He rests in holy earth with them that went before. And such is Human Life; so gliding on, To minstrel-harps at midnight's witching hour! As the poem moves gently on to its close, the moralist-in-verse leaves with us a number of quotable passages, such as these: Through the wide world he only is alone But there are moments which he calls his own. Scenes in his life-that breathe enchantment still. In 1822, there came to Rogers, then fifty-nine years old, a delightfully "soft second summer." The warmth of the South and the atmosphere of old associations quickened the pulsations of his heart, and the product of this rejuvenation is the first part of his "Italy," a poem in blank verse which, well begun, continued to occupy his mind during the remaining years of his long life. The dominant note of the poem is one of joy. Catch the youthful enthusiasm of these lines: From my youth upward have I longed to reach In the minor verse of Rogers are to be found -by searching a few rememberable beauties and philosophical suggestions. The concluding stanza of "On a Tear" has this profound reflection: The very law which moulds a tear, "To the Butterfly" is perhaps the highest flight of fancy to which our banker-poet attained: Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept And such is man! soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day. |