Costlier far than wine or oil. There's a berry blue and gold,- Sparta's stoutness, Bethlehem's heart, I will give my son to eat Shall not be forms of stars, but stars, I plant his eyes on the sky-hoop bounding; Our sumptuous indigence, O barren mound, thy plenties fill! Thou art silent and sedate. To myriad kinds and times one sense An opaker star, Seen haply from afar, Above the horizon's hoop, A moment, by the railway troop, As o'er some bolder height they speed,By circumspect ambition, By errant gain, By feasters and the frivolous, Recallest us, And makest sane. Mute orator! well skilled to plead, And send conviction without phrase, Thou dost succor and remede The shortness of our days, And promise, on thy Founder's truth, Long morrow to this mortal youth.' FABLE THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter Little Prig;' Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And I think it no disgrace If I'm not so large as you, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.' Our sumptuous indigence, O barren mound, thy plenties fill! Thou art silent and sedate. To myriad kinds and times one sense An opaker star, Seen haply from afar, Above the horizon's hoop, A moment, by the railway troop, As o'er some bolder height they speed, By circumspect ambition, By errant gain, By feasters and the frivolous, Recallest us, And makest sane. Mute orator! well skilled to plead, And send conviction without phrase, Thou dost succor and remede The shortness of our days, And promise, on thy Founder's truth, FABLE THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter' Little Prig;' Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace If I'm not so large as you, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.' |