OF INVENTION. MAN is proud of his mind, boasting that it giveth him divinity, Yet with all its powers can it originate nothing: For the great God into all his works hath largely poured out himself, To improve and expand is ours, as well as to limit and defeat: But to create a thought or a thing is hopeless and impossible. Or the water frame its monads, or the mist its swarming blight ?— Truly spake Wisdom, There is nothing new under the sun : We only arrange and combine the ancient elements of all things. Invention is activity of mind, as fire is air in motion. A sharpening of the spiritual sight, to discern hidden aptitudes; The strange skin garments cast upon the shore suggest another hemisphere: (23) A falling apple taught the sage pervading gravitation; The Huron is certain of his prey, from tracks upon the grass; And shrewdness, guessing on the hint, followeth on the trail; But the hint must be given, the trail must be there, or the keenest sight is as blindness. Behold the barren reef, which an earthquake hath just left dry; It hath no beauty to boast of, no harvest of fair fruits : But soon the lichen fixeth there, and, dying, diggeth its own grave, (24) And softening suns and splitting frosts crumble the reluctant surface; And cormorants roost there, and the snail addeth its slime, And efts, with muddy feet, bring their welcome tribute; And the sea casteth out her dead, wrapped in a shroud of weeds; rivulet; And the tall pine and hazel thicket shade the rambling hunter. Shall the rock boast of its fertility? shall it lift the head in pride?— We yield an hundred-fold; but the great sower is Analogy. A boll of rotting flax before the bridal veil, An egg before an eagle, a thought before a thing, A spark struck into tinder, to light the lamp of knowledge, A slight suggestive nod to guide the watching mind, A half-seen hand upon the wall, pointing to the balance of Comparison. By culture man may do all things, short of the miracle,—Creation : Here is the limit of thy power,-here let thy pride be stayed: The soil may be rich, and the mind may be active, but neither yield unsown; The eye cannot make light, nor the mind make spirit: Therefore it is wise in man to name all novelty invention: For it is to find out things that are, not to create the unexisting: OF RIDICULE. SEAMS of thought for the sage's brow, and laughing lines for the fool's face; For all things leave their track in the mind; and the glass of the mind is faithful. Seest thou much mirth upon the cheek? there is then little exercise of virtue; For he that looketh on the world cannot be glad and good: Seest thou much gravity in the eye? be not assured of finding wisdom; There is a grave-faced folly; and verily a laughter-loving wisdom; There is indeed an evil in excess, and a field may lie fallow too long; For that a true philosophy commandeth an innocent life, Yea, there is no cosmetic like a holy conscience: The eye is bright with trust, the cheek bloomed over with affection, The brow unwrinkled by a care, and the lip triumphant in its gladness. And for your grave-faced folly, need not far to look for her; How seriously on trifles dote those leaden eyes, How ruefully she sigheth after chances long gone by, How sulkily she moaneth over evils without cure! I have known a true-born mirth, the child of innocence and wisdom, be left alone; But when its breast is healed, it runneth gladly with its fellows: Whereas the solitary heron, standing in the sedgy fen, Holdeth aloof from the social world, intent on wiles and death. The laugh of a hooting world hath in it a notion of sublimity, A droll conceit parrieth a thrust that should have hit the conscience, Neither can he long endure the searching gaze of wisdom. It is pleasanter to see a laughing cheek than a serious forehead, But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. Fear a nettle, and touch it tenderly,—its poison shall burn thee to the shoulder; But grasp it with bold hand, is it not a bundle of myrrh? Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt find fools enough to mock thee; But answer thou their laughter with contempt, and the scoffers will lick thy feet. OF COMMENDATION. THE praise of holy men is a promise of praise from their Master; To tell thee the chords of thy heart are in tune with the choirs of heaven. For the mariner slacketh not his sail, though the sandal-groves of Araby allure him; And the fragrance of that incense would harm thee, as when, on a sum mer evening, The honied yellow flowers of the broom oppress thy charmed sense: And a man hath too much of praise, for he praiseth himself continually; Neither lacketh he at any time self-commendation or excuse. Praise a fool, and slay him: for the canvas of his vanity is spread; Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way; for he carrieth the ballast of humility, And is glad when his course is cheered by the sympathy of brethren ashore. The praise of a good man is good, for he holdeth up the mirror of Truth, That Virtue may see her own beauty, and delight in her own fair face: The praise of a bad man is evil, for he hideth the deformity of Vice, Casting the mantle of a queen around the limbs of a leper. Praise is rebuke to the man whose conscience alloweth it not: And where conscience feeleth it her due, no praise is better than a little. He that despiseth the outward appearance, despiseth the esteem of his fellows; And he that overmuch regardeth it, shall earn only their contempt: If it come, accept it and be thankful, and be thou humble in accepting; Can speed thy feathered arrow, or retard its flight? The child shooteth at a butterfly, but the man's mark is an eagle; And while his fellows talk, he hath conquered in the clouds. Ally thee to truth and godliness, and use the talents in thy charge: So shalt thou walk in peace, deserving, if not having. With a friend, praise him when thou canst; for many a friendship hath decayed, Like a plant in a crowded corner, for want of sunshine on its leaves: ment: For thou that dost so zealously commend, art acknowledging thine own inferiority, |