Seest us change while we live ; Well for us that we change! Behold, O Nature, this pair! Not with the rapture of spring, Which they had of old, when they stood Years ago at my side In this self-same garden, and said: "We are young, and the world is ours; Man, man is the king of the world! Fools that these mystics are Thou, O Nature, wast mute, Mute as of old! days flew, Days and years; and Time With the ceaseless stroke of his wings Clouded and dim grew their eye, Of an ever-narrowing world, They droop'd, they grew blind, they grew old. Thee and their youth in thee, Nature! they saw no more. Murmur of living, Stir of existence, Soul of the world! Make, oh, make yourselves felt To the dying spirit of youth! Come, like the breath of the spring! Leave not a human soul To grow old in darkness and pain! Here they stand to-night- Is the castled house, with its woods, On its ivied windows; a scent From the grey-wall'd gardens, a breath Perfumes the evening air. Their children play on the lawns. From a distant farm in the hills. The wide, wide valley outspreads In the twilight, and bathed in dew, Still plays on the city spires; And there in the dusk by the walls, Well I know what they feel! The past returns—they feel What they are, alas! what they were. They, not Nature, are changed. Well I know what they feel! Hush, for tears Begin to steal to their eyes! Hush, for fruit Grows from such sorrow as theirs! And they remember, With piercing, untold anguish, The proud boasting of their youth. And the scales of habit, While the locks are yet brown on thy head, While the soul still looks through thine eyes, While the heart still pours The mantling blood to thy cheek, Sink, O youth, in thy soul! Yearn to the greatness of Nature; Rally the good in the depths of thyself! PALLADIUM SET where the upper streams of Simois flow And fought, and saw it not-but there it stood ! It stood, and sun and moonshine rain'd their light So, in its lovely moonlight, lives the soul. Mountains surround it, and sweet virgin air; Cold plashing, past it, crystal waters roll; We shall renew the battle in the plain Then we shall rust in shade, or shine in strife, Still doth the soul, from its lone fastness high, PROGRESS THE Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; "The old law," they cried, "is wholly come to nought, Behold the new world rise!" "Was it," the Lord then said, "with scorn ye saw More faithfully than these! "Too hasty heads for ordering worlds, alas! Think not that I to annul the law have will'd; No jot, no tittle from the law shall pass, Till all have been fulfill'd." |