Sunk in the changeless calm of Deity; To be night's silent almoner of dew, and grow, To stream as tides the ocean caverns through, About earth's shaken coignes, were not a fate To leave us all-disconsolate; Even endless slumber in the sweetening sod Of charitable earth That takes out all our mortal stains, And makes us cleanlier neighbors of the clod, Methinks were better worth The heart's insatiable ache: But God to him was very God, And he was sure to be Not with His essence mystically com- As some high spirits long, but whole and free, A perfected and conscious Agassiz. Not truly with the guild enrolled And groping in the darks of thought The shape erect is prone: forever stilled The winning tongue; the forehead's highpiled heap, A cairn which every science helped to build, Unvalued will its golden secrets keep: He knows at last if Life or Death be best: Wherever he be flown, whatever vest Or with the rapture of great winds to The being hath put on which lately blow here You snub me with a pitying " Where Were you in the September Gale?" Both stared entranced at Lafayette, Saw Jackson dubbed with LL. D. What Cambridge saw not strikes us yet As scarcely worth one's while to see. Ten years my senior, when my name In Harvard's entrance-book was writ, Her halls still echoed with the fame Of you, her poet and her wit. "T is fifty years from then to now: But your Last Leaf renews its green, Though, for the laurels on your brow (So thick they crowd), 't is hardly were You with the elders? Yes, 't is true, But in no sadly literal sense, With elders and coevals too, I scarce distinguish yours from mine, And don't we make the Gentiles yawn With "You remembers?" o'er our wine! If I, with too senescent air, Invade your elder memory's pale, Whose verb admits no preterite tense Master alike in speech and song Of fame's great antiseptic-Style, You with the classic few belong Who tempered wisdom with a smile. The moral? Where Doubt's eddies toss and twirl Faith's slender shallop till her footing reel, Plunge if you find not peace beneath the whirl, Groping, you may like Omar grasp a pearl. ON RECEIVING A COPY OF MR. "OLD WORLD AUSTIN DOBSON'S I. AT length arrived, your book I take Hush! my parched ears what runnels slake? Is a thrush gurgling from the brake? Long may you live such songs to make, At mastery, through long finger-ache, At length arrived. II. As I read on, what changes steal O er me and through, from head to heel? A rapier thrusts coat-skirt aside, My rough Tweeds bloom to silken pride, Who was it laughed? Your hand, Dick Steele ! Down vistas long of clipt charmille Watteau as Pierrot leads the reel; Tabor and pipe the dancers guide As I read on. While in and out the verses wheel TO C. F. BRADFORD ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM pipe. As she the girls call Amphitrite. The birth of some enchanted sea, please, JEFFRIES WYMAN. Happy man's doom! To him the Fates were known Of orbs dim hovering on the skirts of space, Unprescient, through God's mercy, of his own! SONNET. TO FANNY ALEXANDER. Learned in those arts that make a gentle- UNCONSCIOUS as the sunshine, simply SHY soul and stalwart, man of patient will Through years one hair's-breadth on our Dark to gain, Who, from the stars he studied not in vain, Ilad learned their secret to be strong and still, Careless of fames that earth's tin trumpets fill; Born under Leo, broad of build and brain, While others slept, he watched in that hushed fane Of Science, only witness of his skill: Sudden as falls a shooting-star he fell, But inextinguishable his luminous trace In mind and heart of all that knew him well. sweet THE wisest man could ask no more of Fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the Many, honored by the Few; To count as naught in World, or Church, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great; And learn by each discovery how to wait. He widened knowledge and escaped the praise; He wisely taught, because more wise to learn ; He toiled for Science, not to draw men's gaze, |