So let the change which comes be free

To ingroove itself with that, which flies,
And work, a joint of state, that plies
Its office, moved with sympathy.

A saying, hard to shape in act;
For all the past of Time reveals

A bridal dawn of thunder-peals,
Wherever Thought hath wedded Fact.

Ev'n now we hear with inward strife
A motion toiling in the gloom-
The Spirit of the years to come
Yearning to mix himself with Life.

A slow-develop'd strength awaits
Completion in a painful school;
Phantoms of other forms of rule,
New Majesties of mighty States-

VOL. I.

The warders of the growing hour,

But

vague in vapour, hard to mark ;

And round them sea and air are dark

With great contrivances of Power.

Of many changes, aptly join'd,

Is bodied forth the second whole. Regard gradation, lest the soul Of Discord race the rising wind;

A wind to puff your idol-fires,

And heap their ashes on the head; To shame the boast so often made, That we are wiser than our sires.

Oh yet, if Nature's evil star

Drive men in manhood, as in youth,
To follow flying steps of Truth

Across the brazen bridge of war—

If New and Old, disastrous feud,

Must ever shock, like armed foes,

And this be true, till Time shall close, That Principles are rain'd in blood;

Not yet the wise of heart would cease
To hold his hope thro' shame and guilt,
But with his hand against the hilt,
Would

pace the troubled land, like Peace;

Not less, though dogs of Faction bay, Would serve his kind in deed and word, Certain, if knowledge bring the sword, That knowledge takes the sword away—

Would love the gleams of good that broke From either side, nor veil his eyes :

And if some dreadful need should rise

Would strike, and firmly, and one stroke:

To-morrow yet would reap to-day,

As we bear blossom of the dead;

Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay.

THE GOOSE.

I.

I KNEW an old wife lean and

poor,

Her rags scarce held together;

There strode a stranger to the door,

And it was windy weather.

II.

He held a goose upon his arm,

He utter'd rhyme and reason,

“Here, take the goose, and keep you warm,

She caught the white goose by the leg,

A goose 'twas no great matter.

The goose let fall a golden egg

With cackle and with clatter.