society itself; and Shakespeare showed no little wisdom and discernment in bringing in a pair of them. Besides, I need them as a couple that may be contrasted with the single, noble, excellent Horatio." A THE INDENTURE From Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship' RT is long, life short, judgment difficult, opportunity transient. To act is easy, to think is hard; to act according to our thought is troublesome. Every beginning is cheerful; the threshold is the place of expectation. The boy stands astonished, his impressions guide him; he learns sportfully, seriousness comes on him by surprise. Imitation is born with us; what should be imitated is not easy to discover. The excellent is rarely found, more rarely valued. The height charms us, the steps to it do not; with the summit in our eye, we love to walk along the plain. It is but a part of art that can be taught; the artist needs it all. Who knows it half, speaks much and is always wrong; who knows it wholly, inclines to act and speaks seldom or late. The former have no secrets and no force; the instruction they can give is like baked bread, savory and satisfying for a single day; but flour cannot be sown, and seed corn ought not to be ground. Words are good, but they are not the best. The best is not to be explained by words. The spirit in which we act is the highest matter. Action can be understood and again represented by the spirit alone. No one knows what he is doing while he acts aright; but of what is wrong we are always conscious. Whoever works with symbols only is a pedant, a hypocrite, or a bungler. There are many such, and they like to be together. Their babbling detains the scholar; their obstinate mediocrity vexes even the best. The instruction which the true artist gives us opens the mind; for where words fail him, deeds speak. The true scholar learns from the known to unfold the unknown, and approaches more and more to being a master. THE HARPER'S SONGS From Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship' HAT notes are those without the wall, "WHAT Let's have the music in our hall, Back from its roof rebounding." "Hail, gracious king, each noble knight! What heart unmoved may meet you! Such lordly pomp is not for me, The singer turns him to his art, The king, who liked his playing well, "The golden chain give not to me: "I sing but as the linnet sings, That on the green bough dwelleth; A rich reward his music brings, As from his throat it swelleth: Yet might I ask, I'd ask of thine He viewed the wine, he quaffed it up: O happy house, where such a cup And thank kind Heaven, from envy free, WHO never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours To earth, this weary earth, ye bring us, MIGNON'S SONG From Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship > UCH let me seem, till such I be; SUCH Take not my snow-white dress away! Soon from this dusk of earth I flee, Up to the glittering lands of day. There first a little space I rest, Then wake so glad, to scenes so kind; In earthly robes no longer drest, This band, this girdle left behind. And those calm shining sons of morn, Through little life not much I toiled, Yet anguish long this heart has wrung, Untimely woe my blossoms spoiled: Make me again forever young! But when in the nightly glooming, Face for faces dear illuming, And such jest and joyance goes; When the fiery pert young fellow, When the nightingale to lovers Which for exiles and sad rovers With a heart how lightsome-feeling Which, twelve times deliberate pealing, Therefore, on all fit occasions, Mark it, maidens, what I sing: Every day its own vexations, And the night its joys will bring. Must leave my cottage, which thou didst not build, I know naught more pitiful With altar taxes And with cold lip-service, This your majesty ; Would perish, were not Credulous fools. When I was a child, And knew not whence or whither, On the oppressed to feel compassion. Who helped me When I braved the Titans' insolence? Who rescued me from death, From slavery? Hast thou not all thyself accomplished, And, glowing, young, and good, The slumberer above there? I honor thee! For what? Hast thou the miseries lightened Of the down-trodden? |