Ulysses and after LTHOUGH Ulysses to undreamed-of seas Directs his galley, though the Resolutes Who plucked up hoary Ilium by the roots Sleep, or grow old and sink to sleep at ease, Shall we believe that in bewailing these We weep the world's end and the last recruits Of honour, while ourselves, poor destitutes, Have drained the wine of manhood to the lees? Never believe it! Bid Ulysses go, Bid the old princes, weary of old wars, Hang up their swords: for us the trumpets blow, And through the dusk their faces shine like stars. J. Huntly McCarthy. Ode to Duty TERN Daughter of the Voice of God! When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: Long may the kindly impulse last! But Thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand fast! Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, And they a blissful course may hold Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried; Too blindly have reposed my trust; The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Flowers laugh before thee on their beds Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong; And the most ancient Heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful Power! And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! Wordsworth. The Patriot An Old Story T was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad: The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway, The church-spires flamed, such flags they had, A year ago on this very day. The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels "But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered, "And afterward, what else?" Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun And you see my harvest, what I This very day, now a year is run. reap There's nobody on the house-tops now— I go in the rain, and, more than needs, Thus I entered, and thus I go! In triumphs, people have dropped down dead. "Paid by the world, what dost thou owe "Me?"-God might question; now instead, 'Tis God shall repay; I am safer so. D Robert Browning. A Noble Rebel IRE rebel though he was, Yet with a noble nature and great gifts Rock-bound and fortified against assaults Of transitory passion, but below Built on a surging subterranean fire That stirred and lifted him to high attempts. He nothing lacked in sovereignty but the right, Wherefore with honour lay him in his grave, Sir Henry Taylor. The Burden of the State HE burden of the State is great For such as serve and such as reign A Great Man R. C. Legge. HAT man is great, and he alone, Content to know, and be unknown: Strong is that man, he only strong, All powers that, in the face of Wrong, (B 838) |