II. · GREAT human nature, whither art thou fled? III. TO A FRIEND. ONE strip of bark may feed the broken tree, This death in life, when, shrouded in its pall, IV. CONTINUED. So it may be, but let it not be so, Be of good courage, bear up to the end, We all must suffer, if we aught would know; Is oft a crown of thorns, whence, trickling down, But Time, a gentle nurse, shall wipe away This bloody sweat, and thou shalt find on earth, That woman is not all in all to Love, But, living by a new and second birth, V. O CHILD of Nature! O most meek and free, Thou doest not a worthy deed the less Thy soul is not too high for lowly things, But for that it may guide the wanderings Of fellow-men, and to their spirits speak The lofty faith of heart that knows no fear. VI. "FOR this true nobleness I seek in vain, In woman and in man I find it not; I almost weary of my earthly lot,' My life-springs are dried up with burning pain."- |