A scorner shall find nothing but the husks, wherewith to feed his hunger,
But for the soul of the simple, it is plenty of full-ripe wheat.
The Scripture abideth the same in the sober majesty of truth ;
And the differing aspects of its teaching proceed from diversity in minds.
He that would learn to think may gain that knowledge there;
For the living word, as an angel, standeth at the gate of wisdom,
And publisheth, This is the way, walk ye surely in it.
Religion taketh by the hand the humble pupil of repentance,
And teacheth him lessons of mystery, solving the questions of doubt;
She maketh man worthy of himself, of his high prerogative of reason,
Threadeth all the labyrinths of thought, and leadeth him to his God.

Come hither, child of meditation, upon whose high fair forehead
Glittereth the star of mind in its unearthly lustre,
Hast thou nought to tell us of thine airy joys,-
When borne on sinewy pinions, strong as the western condor,
The soul, after soaring for a while round the cloud-capped Andes of

Glad in its conscious immortality, leaveth a world behind,
To dare at one bold flight the broad Atlantic to another ?
Hast thou no secret pangs to whisper common men,
No dread of thine own energies, still active, day and night,
Lest too ecstatic heat sublime thyself away,
Or vivid horrors, sharp and clear, madden thy tense fibres ?
In half-shaped visions of sleep hast thou not feared thy flittings,
Lest reason, like a raking hawk, return not to thy call;
Nor waked to work-day life with throbbing head and heart,
Nor welcomed early dawn to save thee from unrest ?
For the wearied spirit lieth as a fainting maiden,
Captive and borne away on the warrior's foam-covered steed,
And sinketh down wounded as a gladiator on the sand,
While the keen falchion of Intellect is cutting through the scabbard of the

Imagination, like a shadowy giant looming on the twilight of the Hartz,
Shall overwhelm Judgment with affright, and scare him from his throne :
In a dream thou mayst be mad, and feel the fire within thee;
In a dream thou mayst travel out of self, and see thee with the eyes of

Or sleep in thine own corpse; or wake as in many

bodies :


Or swell, as expanded to infinity; or shrink, as imprisoned to a point ; Or among moss-grown ruins may wander with the sullen disembodied, And gaze upon their glassy eyes until thy heart-blood freeze.

Alone must thou stand, O man! alone at the bar of judgment;
Alone must thou bear thy sentence, alone must thou answer for thy deeds:
Therefore it is well thou retirest often to secrecy and solitude,
To feel that thou art accountable separately from thy fellows:
For a crowd hideth truth from the eyes, society drowneth thought,
And, being but one among many, stifleth the chidings of conscience.
Solitude bringeth woe to the wicked, for his crimes are told out in his ear;
But addeth peace to the good, for the mercies of his God are numbered.
Thou mayst know if it be well with a man,-loveth he gayety or solitude ?
For the troubled river rusheth to the sea, but the calm lake slumbereth

among the mountains. How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in

loneliness, For there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as

with friends : But guilt maddeneth the brain, and terror glareth in the eye, Where, in his solitary cell, the malefactor wrestleth with remorse. Give me but a lodge in the wilderness, drop me on an island in the desert, And thought shall yield me happiness, though I may not increase it by

imparting : For the soul never slumbereth, but is as the eye of the Eternal, And, mind, the breath of God, knoweth not ideal vacuity : At night, after weariness and watching, the body sinketh into sleep, But the mental eye is awake, and thou reasonest in thy dreams : In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning : Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory.


SPEECH is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought; Yet oftentimes runneth it to husk, and the grains be withered and scanty. Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of mán,

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That likeneth him to his Maker, who spake, and it was done :
Spirit may mingle with spirit, but sense requireth a symbol ;
And speech is the body of a thought, without which it were not seen.
When thou walkest, musing with thyself, in the green aisles of the forest,
Utter thy thinkings aloud, that they take a shape and being ;
For he that pondereth in silence crowdeth the storehouse of his mind,
And though he have heaped great riches, yet is he hindered in the using.
A man that speaketh too little, and thinketh much and deeply,
Corrodeth his own heart-strings, and keepeth back good from his fellows?
A man that speaketh too much, and museth but little and lightly,
Wasteth his mind in words, and is counted a fool among men:
But thou, when thou hast thought, weave charily the web of meditation,
And clothe the ideal spirit in the suitable garments of speech.

Uttered out of time, or concealed in its season, good savoureth of evil;
To be secret looketh like guilt, to speak out may breed contention;
Often have I known the honest heart, flaming with indignant virtue,
Provoke unneeded war by its rash ambassador, the tongue:
Often have I seen the charitable man go so slyly on his mission,
That those who met him in the twilight, took him for a skulking thief:
I have heard the zealous youth telling out his holy secrets
Before a swinish throng, who mocked him as he spake ;
And I considered, his openness was hardening them that mocked,
Whereas, a judicious keeping-back might have won their sympathy;
I have judged rashly and harshly the hand liberal in the dark,
Because in the broad daylight it hath holden it a virtue to be close ;
And the silent tongue have I condemned, because reserve hath chained it,
That it hid, yea from a brother, the kindness it had done by comforting.
No need to sound a trumpet, but less to hush a footfall :
Do thou thy good openly, not as though the doing were a crime.
Secrecy goeth cowled, and Honesty demandeth, Wherefore ?
For he judgeth,-judgeth he not well ?—that nothing need be hid but

guilt ;
Why should thy good be evil spoken of through thine unrighteous silence ?
If thou art challenged, speak, and prove the good thou doest.
The free example of benevolence, unobtruded, yet unbidden,
Soundeth in the ears of sloth, Go, and do thou likewise :
And I wot the hypocrite's sin to be of darker dye,
Because the good man, fearing, thereby hideth his light:

But neither God nor man hath bid thee cloak thy good,
When a seasonable word would set thee in thy sphere, that all might see

thy brightness. Ascribe the honour to thy Lord, but be thou jealous of that honour, Nor think it light and worthless, because thou mayst not wear it for

• thyself: Remember thy grand prerogative is free unshackled utterance, And suffer not the floodgates of secrecy to lock the full river of thy


Come, I will show thee an affliction, unnumbered among this world's

sorrows, Yet real, and wearisome, and constant, embittering the cup of life. There be, who can think within themselves, and the fire burneth at their

heart, And eloquence waiteth at their lips, yet they speak not with their tongue : There be, whom zeal quickeneth, or slander stirreth to reply, Or need constraineth to ask, or pity sendeth as her messengers, But nervous dread and sensitive shame freeze the current of their speech : The mouth is sealed as with lead, a cold weight presseth on the heart, The mocking promise of power is once more broken in performance, And they stand impotent of words, travailing with unborn thoughts : Courage is cowed at the portal : wisdom is widowed of utterance; He that went to comfort is pitied; he that should rebuke, is silent. And fools who might listen and learn, stand by to look and laugh; While friends, with kinder eyes, wound deeper by compassion, And thought, finding not a vent, smouldereth, gnawing at the heart, And the man sinketh in his sphere, for lack of empty sounds. There be many cares and sorrows thou hast not yet considered, And well may thy soul rejoice in the fair privilege of speech; For at every turn to want a word,—thou canst not guess that want; It is as lack of breath or bread : life hath no grief more galling.

Come, I will tell thee of a joy, which the parasites of pleasure have not

known, Though earth, and air, and sea, have gorged all the appetites of sense. Behold, what fire is in his eye, what fervour on his cheek! That glorious burst of winged words !-how bound they from his tongue ! The full expression of the mighty thought, the strong triumphant argu


The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara,
The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine poetic image,
The nice analogy, the clenching fact, the metaphor bold and free,
The grasp of concentrated intellect, wielding the omnipotence of truth,
The grandeur of his speech, in his majesty of mind !
Champion of the right-patriot, or priest, or pleader of the innocent

cause, Upon whose lips the mystic bee hath droped the honey of persuasion, (2') Whose heart and tongue have been touched, as of old, by the live coal

from the altar, How wide the spreading of thy peace, how deep the draught of thy

pleasures ! To hold the multitude as one, breathing in measured cadence, A thousand men with flashing eyes, waiting upon thy will ; A thousand hearts kindled by thee with consecrated fire, Ten flaming spiritual hecatombs offered on the mount of God: And now a pause, a thrilling pause,—they live but in thy words,Thou hast broken the bounds of self, as the Nile at its rising, Thou art expanded into them, one faith, one hope, one spirit, They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine, Thou turnest the key of their love, bending their affections to thy purpose, And all, in sympathy with thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions. Verily, O man, with truth for thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee with



ONE drachma for a good book, and a thousand talents for a true friend :-
So standeth the market where scarce is ever costly :
Yea, were the diamonds of Golconda common as shingles on the shore,
A ripe apple would ransom kings before a shining stone:
And so, were a wholesome book as rare as an honest friend,
To choose the book be mine : the friend let another take.
For altered looks and jealousies and fears have none entrance there :
The silent volume listeneth well, and speaketh when thou listest :

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