And there is a beauty for the spirit; mind in its perfect flowering,i stolT Now, of these three, infinitely mingled and combined, 94 9.lt ei ored W Lingereth beauty or its wreck, a broken mould and castings, Jurgelo, sai'I With patient scrutinizing care let us cull the conclusion of their essence, That even those yearnings after beauty, in wayward wanton youth, TỚI Should pull a dragon's dugs, and drain the teats of poison. Our primal source was beauty, and we pant for it ever and again; But sin hath stopped the way with thorns we turn aside, wander, and are lost. yda edt nogu llore vilt soft, paiw edt beorge, joqmurt eft word God,: the undiluted good, is root and stock of beautygrirodmule ant savoя And every child of reason drew his essence from that stemy Therefore, it is of intuition, an innate hankering for home, A sweet returning to the well, from which our spirit flowed, pridast hrA That we, unconscious of a cause, should bask these darkened soulsillo In some poor relics of the light that blazed in primal beauty,fiw diensterH And, even like as exiles of idolatry, should quaff from the cisterns of creation Stagnant draughts, for those fresh springs that rise in the Creator. Only, being burthened with the body, spiritual appetite is warped, He still thirsteth for the beautiful; but his delicate ideal hath grown gross, memory, A blind old man from infancy, that once hath seen the sun, Whom long experience of night hath darkened in his cradle recollections, Until his brightest thought of noon is but a shade of black. This then is thy charm, O beauty, all pervading; And this thy wondrous strength, O beauty, conqueror of all: Native to creatures, yea in ruin, and dating from the birthday of the soul. For God sealeth up the sum, confirmed exemplar of proportions, Rich in love, full of wisdom, and perfect in the plentitude of Beauty. (9) OF FAME. BLOW the trumpet, spread the wing, fling thy scroll upon the sky, Rouse the slumbering world, O Fame, and fill the sphere with echo: -Beneath thy blast they wake, and murmurs come hoarsely on the wind, And flashing eyes and bristling hands proclaim they hear thy message: Rolling and surging as a sea, that upturned flood of faces Hasteneth with its million tongues to spread the wondrous tale; The hum of added voices groweth to the roaring of a cataract, Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow, So all is still again; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten; A stirring recollection of the trumpet ringeth in the hearts of men: And each one, either envious or admiring, hath wished the chance were his To fill, as thus, the startled world with fame, or fear, or wonder. This dug thy living grave, Pythagoras, the traveller from Hades; For this conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared their perilous crimes. In all men, from the monarch to the menial, lurketh lust of fame; Yea, in death, the glazing eye is illumined by the hope of reputation, And the stricken warrior is glad, that his wounds are salved with glory. For fame is a sweet self-homage, an offering grateful to the idol, A proof that soul is scatheless, when its dwelling is dissolved. And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and the good; Pleasures, various in kind, and spiced to every palate; The thoughtful loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality, The industrious and deserving, as a symbol of just appreciation, The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a man's own kin, And common minds as a flattering fact that men have been told of their existence. There is a blameless love of fame, springing from desire of justice, And then fame cometh as encouragement to the inward consciousness of merita hotsTopaze trit bassot ei gwrw of 97w mort ylbiger baA Gladdening by the kindliness and thanks, wherewithal his labours are re warded. .ves oib br.-ion to bits a tea puc bonden zina But there is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, Loord nonT Waiting upon vanity and sloth, and utterly regardless of deserving col And then fame cometh as a curse the fire damp is gathered in the mine: The soul is swelled with poisonous air, and a spark of temptation shall explode it. nottogral road died they put to quidtop trd; niega llits ei lle 02 Idle causes, poised awhile, shall yield most active consequents,ita A And therefore it were ill upon occasion, to 1, to scorn the voice of rumour, on oss brA Ye have seen the chemist in his art mingle invisible gases; aid And lo, the product is a substance, a heavy dark precipitate en lit oT Even so fame, hurtling on the quiet with many meeting tongues, Can out of nothing bring forth fruits, and blossom TO T nga nourishment of air. :locchi'w vroit egth otai globeqar berib aids to For many have earned honour, and thereby rank and From false and fleeting tales, some casual mere mistake; And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with poverty and Whom m ty and scorn, i todt brengt on oura od bas once T Shafts are shot at a venture : From envious n may not scandal hit? those shafts are bilt brA Who standeth not in danger of suspicion? that net hath caught the noblest. It of intetere painetto as 90god-ise Joowes ei smst To'I Cæsar's wife was spotless, And Rumour, r, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy: Many poor and many rich have testified its popular omnipotence,org A And many a panic-stricken army hath perished with the host of the. Assyrians. Nevertheless, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time; col So the matter be not merchandise nor conquest, fear thou less for claracterious ten to lodary navieroh bas Poittenbai edT If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer ses danloe onT Father 99% give him license f for a while; it shall help thine honour afterward: .9309teix9 Never yet was calumny engendered, but good men speedily discerned it, And innocence hath burst from its in injustice, as as the green world rolling out of Chaoson i bomislo vlist bas now vltest died me W |