And oft it falls (aye me, the more to rue !) Yet nathèmore is that faire beauty's blame, Nothing so good, but that through guilty shame THOUGHT. EDWARD SPENSER. THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. We are spirits clad in veils ; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen. Heart to heart was never known; Mind with mind did never meet; We are columns left alone Of a temple once complete. Like the stars that gem the sky, Far apart, though seeming near, In our light we scattered lie; All is thus but starlight here. What is social company But a babbling summer stream? What our wise philosophy But the glancing of a dream? Only when the sun of love Melts the scattered stars of thought, Only when we live above What the dim-eyed world hath taught, Only when our souls are fed By the fount which gave them birth, And by inspiration led Which they never drew from earth, We, like parted drops of rain, Swelling till they meet and run, Shall be all absorbed again, Melting, flowing into one. CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH. BEAT on, proud billows; Boreas, blow; That innocence is tempest proof; Though surly Nereus frown, my thoughts are calm; Then strike, Affliction, for thy wounds are balm. Who ne'er to flatter will descend, Nor bend the knee to power, A friend to chide me when I'm wrong, My inmost soul to see; And that my friendship prove as strong For him as his for me. I want the seals of power and place, Charged by the People's unbought grace But from my country's will, I want the voice of honest praise And to be thought in future days Their blessings on my name. These are the Wants of mortal Man, And earthly bliss - a song. JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. CONTENTMENT. "Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; Plain food is quite enough for me; Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I care not much for gold or land; Give me a mortgage here and there, Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Or trifling railroad share, I only ask that Fortune send A little more than I shall spend. |