27. Dante Alighieri, 1265.

Yet my poor spark had for its source, the sun :
Thither I sent the great looks which compel
Light from its fount: all that I do or am
Comes from the truth, or seen or else surmised,
Remembered or divined, as mere man may :
I know just so, nor otherwise.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

28. Louis Agassiz, 1807.

And thus looking within and around me, I ever

renew

(With that stoop of the soul which in bending upraises it too)

The submission of man's nothing-perfect to God's all-complete,

As by each new obeisance in spirit I climb to his feet.

29. Patrick Henry, 1736.

If this world last

SAUL.

One moment longer when man finds its Past
Exceed its Present- blame the Protoplast!
If we no longer see as you of old,

'Tis we see deeper - Progress for the bold!

PARLEYINGS.

30. Peter the Great, 1672.

Why complain? Art thou so unsuspicious
That all's for an hour of essaying
Who's fit and who's unfit for playing
His part in the after-construction

- Heaven's Piece whereof Earth's the Induction?
Things rarely go smooth at Rehearsal
Wait patient the change universal,
And act, and let act, in existence !

PACCHIAROTTO.

31. John Albion Andrew, 1818.
I find earth not gray but rosy,
Heaven not grim but fair of hue.
Do I stoop? I pluck a posy.

Do I stand and stare?

JUNE

All's blue.

AT THE MERMAID.

1. Prince Imperial killed, 1879.

How good is man's life here, mere living!

How fit to employ

The heart and the soul and the senses

Forever in joy!

2. John Randolph, 1773.

In mercy he was strong, at all events.
Enough! he could not see a beast in pain,
Much less a man, without the will to aid.

SAUL.

RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY.

3. Sydney Smith, 1771.

Why must the sin conceived thus, bring forth

death?

I note how, within hair's breadth of escape,
Impunity and the thing supposed success,
Guido is found when the check comes, the change,
The monitory touch o' the tether - felt

By few, not marked by many, named by none
At the moment, only recognized aright

I' the fulness of the days, for God's, lest sin
Exceed the service, leap the line.

Of kinship I confess to with the powers
Called nature; animate, inanimate,

In parts or in the whole, there's something there
Man-like, that, somehow, meets the man in me.

PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU.

5. Counts Egmont and Horn beheaded, 1568.

Greed and strife,

Hatred and cark and care, what place have they yon blue liberality of heaven?

In

ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY.

6. William Francis Bartlett, 1840.

This is the spray the bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh what a hope beyond measure

Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung

to

So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!

This life is training and a passage; pass
Still, we march over some flat obstacle
We made give way before us; solid truth
In front of it, were motion for the world?
The moral sense grows but by exercise.

THE RING AND THE BOOK.

8. Charles Reade, 1814.

The sorriest bat which cowers through noontide,
While other birds are jocund, has one time
When moon and stars are blinded, and the prime
Of earth is his to claim, nor find a peer.

9. John Howard Payne, 1792.

SORDELLO.

So let us say not "since we know, we love"! But rather," since we love, we know enough."

FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.

For thence,

10. Francis L. Hawks, 1798.

a paradox

Which comforts while it mocks,

Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail :

What I aspired to be,

And was not, comforts me ;

A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the

scale.

11. Ben Jonson, 1574.

RABBI BEN EZRA.

Under a vertical sun, the exposed brain
And lidless eye and disemprisoned heart
Less certainly would wither up at once
Than mind, confronted with the truth of Him.
But time and earth case-harden us to live :
The feeblest sense is trusted most; the child
Feels God a moment, ichors o'er the place,
Plays on and grows to be a man like us.

BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY.

12. Charles Kingsley, 1819.

Who knows which are the wise and which the fools?

God may take pleasure in confounding pride,
By hiding secrets with the scorned and base.
He who stoops lowest may find most. PARACELSUS