14. William Penn, 1644.

Well, is the thing we see salvation? I Put no such dreadful question to myself, Within whose circle of experience burns The central truth, Power, Wisdom, Goodness, – God;

I must outlive a thing ere know it dead ;
When I outlive the faith there is a sun,
When I lie, ashes to the very soul, -
Some one, not I, must wail above the heap,
"He died in dark whence never morn arose.
THE RING AND THE BOOK.

15. Allan Ramsay, 1686.

Some think, Creation 's meant to show Him forth; I say it's meant to hide Him all it can,

And that's what all the blessed evil's for.

Its use in Time is to environ us

Our breath, our drop of dew, with shield enough Against that sight till we can bear its stress.

I

BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY.

16. Noah Webster, 1758.

say, such love is never blind; but rather Alive to every the minutest spot

Which mars its object, and which hate (supposed So vigilant and searching) dreams not of.

PARACELSUS.

10. Benjamin West, 1738.

Who trusts

To human testimony for a fact

Gets this sole fact himself is proved a fool;
Man's speech being false, if but by consequence
That only strength is true, while man is weak,

And, since truth seems reserved for heaven not

earth,

Should learn to love what he may speak one day.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

11. Samuel G. Drake, 1798.

Grant me (once again) assurance we shall each meet each some day,

Walk- - but with how bold a footstep! on a way · but what a way!

Worst were best, defeat were triumph, utter loss were utmost gain.

Can it be, and must, and will it ?

12. Hugh Miller, 1802.

LA SAISIAZ.

Feel how my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,
Only a touch and we combine !

IN THREE DAYS.

13. Battle of Hastings, 1066.
God's in his heaven.

All 's right with the world!

PIPPA PASSES.

14. William Penn, 1644.

Well, is the thing we see salvation? I Put no such dreadful question to myself, Within whose circle of experience burns The central truth, Power, Wisdom, Goodness, – God;

-

I must outlive a thing ere know it dead ;
When I outlive the faith there is a sun,
When I lie, ashes to the very soul,
Some one, not I, must wail above the heap,
"He died in dark whence never morn arose.
THE RING AND THE BOOK.

15. Allan Ramsay, 1686.

Some think, Creation 's meant to show Him forth; say it's meant to hide Him all it can,

I

And that's what all the blessed evil's for.

Its use in Time is to environ us

Our breath, our drop of dew, with shield enough Against that sight till we can bear its stress.

I

BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY.

16. Noah Webster, 1758.

say, such love is never blind; but rather Alive to every the minutest spot

Which mars its object, and which hate (supposed So vigilant and searching) dreams not of.

PARACELSUS.

17. Sir Philip Sidney died, 1586.

I know my own appointed patch i' the world,
What pleasures me or pains there; all outside -
How he, she, it, and even thou, Son, live,

Are pleased or pained, is past conjecture, once
pry beneath the semblance, - all that 's fit,

I

To practise with, — reach where the fact may lie Fathom-deep lower.

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

18. Thomas Love Peacock, 1785.

All my days, I'll go the softlier, sadlier,

For that dream's sake! How forget the thrill Through and through me as I thought "The glad

Lives

lier

my friend because I love him still!"

FEARS AND SCRUPLES.

19. Leigh Hunt, 1784.

This self-possession to the uttermost,
How does it differ in aught save degree,
From the terrible patience of God?

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

20. Thomas Hughes, 1823.

Here, blindfold through the maze of things we walk

By a slight thread of false, true, right and wrong.

KING VICTOR AND KING CHARLES.

21. Alphonse de Lamartine, 1792.

That low man goes on adding one to one,
His hundred's soon hit;

This high man aiming at a million,

Misses an unit.

That, has the world here

should he need the next,

Let the world mind him!

This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed
Seeking shall find him.

A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL.

22. Henry Richard, Lord Holland, died, 1840.

Man's mind.

what is it but a convex glass

Wherein are gathered all the scattered points
Picked out of the immensity of sky,

To reunite there, be our heaven on earth,

Our known unknown, our God revealed to man?
Here by the little mind of man, reduced
To littleness that suits his faculty.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

23. Francis Jeffrey, 1773.

He looked at her as a lover can;
She looked at him as one who awakes;
The past was a sleep, and her life began.

THE STATUE AND THE BUST.