For Memorizing The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, The flight of years began, have laid them down. As the long train The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes By those who in their turn shall follow them. For Memorizing So live, that when thy summons comes to join which moves The innumerable caravan, To that mysterious realm, where each shall take Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed A MAN'S A MAN FOR A' THAT Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that? We dare be poor for a'that! Our toils obscure, and a' that; What tho' on hamely fare we dine, For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that, The honest man, though e'er sae poor, For Memorizing Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that; For a' that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that, A king can make a belted knight, Their dignities and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Then let us pray that come it may― That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that; For a' that, and a' that, It's comin' yet for a' that; That man to man, the warld o'er, Robert Burns. For Memorizing TO A WATERFOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, For Memorizing Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form; yet, on my heart, He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, REMEMBERED MUSIC. - Bryant. Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast Or in low murmurs they began, Rising and rising momently, A fitful breeze, until they ran Up to a sudden ecstasy. And then, like minute drops of rain Ringing in water silvery, They lingering dropped and dropped again, Till it was almost like a pain To listen when the next would be. |