BUT if thou do thy best, Without remission, without rest, And invite the sunbeam, And abhor to feign or seem Even to those who thee should love And thy behavior approve; If thou go in thine own likeness, ASCENDING thorough just degrees FROM the stores of eldest matter, REX THE bard and mystic held me for their own, The brother of the fisher, porter, swain, And these from the crowd's edge well pleased beheld The service done to me as done to them.' WITH the key of the secret he marches faster, From strength to strength, and for night brings day; While classes or tribes, too weak to master SUUM CUIQUE WILT thou seal up the avenues of ill? IF curses be the wage of love, Hide in thy skies, thou fruitless Jove, Not to be named: It is clear Why the gods will not appear; They are ashamed. WHEN wrath and terror changed Jove's regal port, And the rash-leaping thunderbolt fell short. SHUN passion, fold the hands of thrift, Suddenly it will uplift Your eyelids to the sphere: THE rules to men made evident Not firmer based than they. ON bravely through the sunshine and the showers! Time hath his work to do and we have ours. THE BOHEMIAN HYMN IN many forms we try To utter God's infinity, But the boundless hath no form, And the Universal Friend Doth as far transcend An angel as a worm. The great Idea baffles wit, It leaves the learned in the lurch; GRACE How much, preventing God, how much I owe INSIGHT POWER that by obedience grows, PAN O WHAT are heroes, prophets, men, blow A momentary music. Being's tide Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms |