They breathe but in thy breath, their minds are passive unto thine, pose, And all, in sympathy with thee, tremble with tumultuous emotions. Verily, O man, with truth for thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee with archangels OF READING. 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: To draw thee out of self, thy petty plans and cautions, To teach thee what thou lackest, to tell thee how largely thou art blest, To graft another's wisdom on thee, pruning thine own folly, Noon hath unnerved thy thoughts, dream for a while on fictions; O books, ye monuments of mind, concrete wisdom of the wisest ; Helps, governments, diversities of tongues; who can weigh your worth ?— To be thrust from the feet of Him, who spake as never man spake; To have no avenue to heaven but the dim aisle of superstition; To live as an Esquimaux, in lethargy; to die as the Mohawk, in ignorance: O what were life, but a blank? what were death, but a terror? And the broad world may perish in the flames, offered on the ashes of its wisdom! OF WRITING. THE pen of a ready writer, whereunto shall it be likened ? Ask of the scholar, he shall know,-to the chains that bind a Proteus: Ask of the poet, he shall say,-to the sun, the lamp of heaven; Ask of thy neighbour, he can answer, to the friend that telleth my thought: The merchant considereth it well, as a ship freighted with wares; The divine holdeth it a miracle, giving utterance to the dumb. It fixeth, expoundeth, and disseminateth sentiment; Chaining up a thought, clearing it of mystery, and sending it bright into the world. To think rightly, is of knowledge; to speak fluently, is of nature; For to write is to speak beyond hearing, and none stand by to explain. write : And a written prayer is a prayer of faith; special, sure, and to be answered. Hast thou a thought upon thy brain, catch it while thou canst; Dr other thoughts shall settle there, and this shall soon take wing: Thine uncompounded unity of soul, which argueth and maketh it immortal, Yieldeth up its momentary self to every single thought; Therefore, to husband thine ideas, and give them stability and substance, Write often for thy secret eye: so shalt thou grow wiser. The commonest mind is full of thoughts; some worthy of the rarest; And could it see them fairly writ, would wonder at its wealth. O precious compensation to the dumb, to write his wants and wishes: To show the babbling world how it might discourse more sweetly; FAIR girl, whose eye hath caught the rustic penmanship of love, Let thy full heart, poor guilty one, whom the scroll of pardon hath just reached, Thy wet glad face, O mother, with news of a far-off child,— Thy strong and manly delight, pilgrim of other shores, When the dear voice of thy betrothed speaketh in the letter of affection • For that the transcript of his mind hath made his thoughts immortal,— MOREOVER, their preciousness in absence is proved by the desire of their presence: When the despairing lover waiteth day after day, Looking for a word in reply, one word writ by that hand, And cursing bitterly the morn ushered in by blank disappointment • Or when the long-looked-for answer argueth a cooling friend, And the mind is plied suspiciously with dark inexplicable doubts, While thy wounded heart counteth its imaginary scars, And thou art the innocent and injured, that friend the capricious and in fault: Or when the earnest petition, that craveth for thy needs Unheeded, yea, unopened, tortureth with starving delay: |