"Live out thyself; with others share Thy proper life no more; assume The unconcern of sun and air, For life or death, or blight or bloom. "The mountain pine looks calmly on The small birds piping in the snow! "The world is God's, not thine; let him So spake the Tempter, when the light "Thy task may well seem over-hard, "Not wholly is thy heart resigned To Heaven's benign and just decree, "Break off that sacred chain, and turn "Released from that fraternal law Which shares the common bale and bliss, No sadder lot could Folly draw, Or Sin provoke from Fate, than this. THE VOICES. 223 "The meal unshared is food unblest; Thou hoard'st in vain what love should spend Self-ease is pain; thy only rest Is labor for a worthy end. "A toil that gains with what it yields, "Free-lipped the liberal streamlets run, "What is it that the crowd requite "Yet do thy work; it shall succeed Thou shalt not lack the toiler's pay. "Faith shares the future's promise; Love's And each good thought or action moves "Then faint not, falter not, nor plead "Thy nature, which, through fire and flood, "Strivest thou in darkness ?-Foes without In league with traitor thoughts within; Thy night-watch kept with trembling Doubt And pale Remorse the ghost of Sin ?— "Hast thou not, on some week of storm, "So, haply, when thy task shall end, THE HERO. "O! FOR a knight like Bayard, 66 “O! for the white plume floating Sad Zutphen's field above The lion heart in battle, The woman's heart in love! "O! that man once more were manly, Woman's pride, and not her scorn; That once more the pale young mother Dared to boast a man is born'! "But, now life's slumberous current No sun-bowed cascade wakes; No tall, heroic manhood The level drlness breaks. K THE HERO. *O! for a knight like Bayard, My light glove on his casque of steel, Then I said, my own heart throbbing "Smile not, fair unbeliever! Once, when over purple mountains Paled and darkened, one by one "Fell the Turk, a bolt of thunder, And against his sharp steel lightnings "Woe for the weak and halting! The crescent blazed behind A curving line of sabres, Like fire before the wind' "Last to fly and first to rally, "With the rich Albanian costume 225 "He looked forward to the mountains, "Allah! hu!' Through flashing sabres, "Hot spurred the turbaned riders ; Where a mountain stream rolled darkly down Between the hills and death. "One brave and manful struggle- And the cover of the mountains, "It was very great and noble," "Still a brave and generous manhood, Still an honor without stain, In the prison of the Kaiser, By the barricades of Seine. "But dream not helm and harness Than battle ever knew. "Wouldst know him now? Behold him, The Cadmus of the blind, Giving the dumb lip language, The idiot clay a mind. |