Some like a night-flash passed away,
And some sank, lingering, day by day;
The quiet graveyard-some lie there-
And cruel Ocean has his share-

We're not all here.

We are all here!

Even they

the dead-though dead, so dear.

Fond Memory, to her duty true,

Brings back their faded forms to view.
How life-like, through the mist of years,
Each well-remembered face appears!
We see them as in times long past;
From each to each kind looks are cast;
We hear their words, their smiles behold,
They're round us as they were of old-
We are all here.

SPRAGUE (The Family Meeting).

I

51

SLEPT, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Was my dream, then, a shadowy lie? Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly; And thou shalt find thy dream to be A truth and noonday light to thee.

HOOPER (Life a Duty).

52

EA, let all good things await

YBA

YHim who cares not to be great

But as he saves or serves the state.

Not once or twice, in our rough island-story,
The path of Duty was the way to glory:
He that walks it, only thirsting

For the right, and learns to deaden
Love of self, before his journey closes
He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, which outredden
All voluptuous garden-roses.

Not once or twice, in our fair island-story,
The path of Duty was the way to glory:
He that, ever following her commands,
On with toil of heart and knees and hands,
Through the long gorge to the far light has won
His path upward, and prevailed,

Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled
Are close upon the shining table-lands

To which our God himself is moon and sun.
TENNYSON (Wellington).

53

IFE may be given in many ways,
And loyalty to Truth be sealed

As bravely in the closet as the field,
So bountiful is Fate;

But then to stand beside her

When craven churls deride her,

To front a lie in arms and not to yield-
This shows, methinks, God's plan
And measure of a stalwart man,
Limbed like the old heroic breeds,

Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs. LOWELL (Commemoration Ode).

54

ARTH cannot show so brave a sight

Ε Es a

As when a single soul does fence

The battery of alluring sense;

And Heaven views it with delight.

Then persevere; for still new charges sound, And if thou overcom'st thou shalt be crowned. MARVELL (Dialogue between the Resolved Soul and Created Pleasure).

55

EN! whose boast it is that ye

MEN!

Come of fathers brave and

If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?

If ye do not feel the chain
When it works a brother's pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed?

free,