61.

How happy is he born and taught
Who serveth not another's will-
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his only skill!

Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied to this vain world by care

Or public fame or private breath!

This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,

And having nothing, yet hath all.

Sir Henry Wooton.

PUT forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane,
East wind and frost are safely gone;

With zephyr mild and balmy rain
The summer comes serenely on.

Earth, air, and sun, and skies combine
To promise all that's kind and fair,-
But thou, O human heart of mine!

Be still, contain thyself, and bear.

December days were brief and chill,

The winds of March were wild and drear, And, nearing and receding still,

Spring never would, we thought, be here.

The leaves that burst, the suns that shine,
Had not the less their certain date :—

And thou, O human heart of mine!
Be still, restrain thyself, and wait.

A. H. Clough.

THESE things shall be !

A loftier race

Than e'er the world hath known, shall rise With flower of freedom in their souls, And light of science in their eyes.

They shall be gentle, brave and strong,
To spill no drop of blood, but dare
All that may plant man's lordship firm
On earth, and fire, and sea, and air.

Nation with nation, land with land,

Unarm'd shall live as comrades free; In ev'ry heart and brain shall throb The pulse of one fraternity.

New hearts shall bloom of loftier mould,
And mightier music thrill the skies,
And every life shall be a song,

When all the earth is paradise.

These things they are no dreams-shall be For happier men when we are gone : Those golden days for them shall dawn, Transcending aught we gaze upon.

7. A. Symonds.

64.

I SAW on earth another light
Than that which lit my eye,
Come forth, as from my soul within,
And from a higher sky.

Its beams still shone unclouded on

When, in the distant west,

The sun I once had known had sunk

For ever to his rest.

And on I walked,—though dark the night
Nor rose his orb by day,-
As one to whom a surer guide
Was pointing out the way.

Jones Very.

STERN Daughter of the Voice of God!
Oh Duty! if that name thou love,
Who art a light to guide, a rod

To check the erring, and reprove;
Thou, who art victory and law,
When empty terrors overawe,
From vain temptations dost set free,
And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity.

There are who ask not if thine eye

Be on them; who in love and truth Where no misgiving is, rely

Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts without reproach or blot Who do thy work and know it not : Oh if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power, around them cast!

Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear
The Godhead's most benignant grace;
Nor know we anything so fair

As is the smile upon thy face:
Flowers laugh before thee on their beds
And fragrance in thy footing treads ;
Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong,
And the most ancient heavens through thee
are fresh and strong.

Wordsworth.