M 41 y fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray: Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make Life, Death, and that vast Forever One grand, sweet song. KINGSLEY (A Farewell). W 42 HERE is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? Where may the grave of that good man be? By the side of a spring, on the breast of Hel vellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year, And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone, and the birch in its stead is grown.— The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust: His soul is with the saints, I trust. COLERIDGE (The Knight's Tomb). HOW 43 ow seldom, Friend! a good great man Honor or wealth, with all his worth and pains! For shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain! What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain? Place-titles-salary-a gilded chain Or throne of corses which his sword hath slain? Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man?-three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infant's breath;And three firm friends, more sure than day and night Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. COLERIDGE (Complaint, and Reproof). 44 is not growing like a tree I In bulk, doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be. BEN JONSON. 45 WEARIED pilgrim I have wandered here year; Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true, One man has reached his sixty years, but he |