29 TRUTH! O Freedom! how are ye still born In the rude stable, in the manger nursed! What humble hands unbar those gates of morn Through which the splendors of the New Day burst! Who is it will not dare himself to trust? Who is it hath not strength to stand alone? Who is it thwarts and bilks the inward MUST? He and his works, like sand, from earth are blown. Shall we not heed the lesson taught of old, We stride the river daily at its spring, Nor, in our childish thoughtlessness, foresee What myriad vassal streams shall tribute bring, How like an equal it shall greet the sea. O small beginnings, ye are great and strong, 30 MALL service is true service while it lasts: Sof humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one; The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun. WORDSWORTH (In a Child's Album). 31 ITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown LT Of thee from the hill-top looking down; Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. Nothing is fair or good alone. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, I brought him home, in his nest, at even; The bubbles of the latest wave I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar. 32 VERY night and every morn E some to misery are born; Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight; BLAKE (Auguries of Innocence). |