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TO THE YOUNG ARTIST,
KAYSER OF KASERWERTH.
KAYSER ! to whom, as to a second self,
Nature, or Nature's next-of-kin, the Elf, Hight Genius, hath dispensed the happy skill To cheer or soothe the parting friend's Alas! Turning the blank scroll to a magic glass, That makes the absent present at our will ; And to the shadowing of thy pencil gives Such seeming substance, that it almost lives.
Well hast thou given the thoughtful Poet's face !
Kayser ! farewell !
To try Job's constancy and patience;
His camels, horses, asses, cows-
* Printed in The Morning Post, Sept. 26, 1801, with the title of The Devil Outwitted ; and somewhat differently in The Keepsake for 1829.
But Heaven that brings out good from evil,
His children, camels, horses, cows,-
ON AN INSIGNIFICANT.
'TIS Cypher lies beneath this crust
Whom Death created into dust.
Νήπιοι ουκ ίσασιν όσω πλέον ήμισυ πάντος.-Hesiod. WHAT a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in
a shoal ! Half of it to one were worth double the whole!
CHARITY IN THOUGHT.
TO praise men as good, and to take them for such,
Is a grace, which no soul can mete out to a
Of which he who has not a little too much,
A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW
OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND.*
The winds are tyrannous and strong ;
As loud the torrents throng!
They bind the earth and sky together. But oh! the sky and all its forms, how quiet! The things that seek the earth, how full of noise
SONG, EX IMPROVISO,
ON HEARING A SONG IN PRAISE OF A
LADY'S BEAUTY. †
Nor roseate cheeks nor sunny eyes,
Enough of lilies and of roses !
That look which Love alone can see.
"Έρως άει λάληδρος έταιρος. IN many ways doth the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal ;
* The Amulet, 1833.
† The Keepsake, 1830.
But in far more th' estranged heart lets know
WHAT IS LIFE ? *
RESEMBLES life what once was deem'd of
Too ample in itself for human sight? [light, An absolute self—an element ungrounded All that we see, all colours of all shade
By encroach of darkness made ? Is very life by consciousness unbounded ? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A war-embrace of wrestling life and death ?'
HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY.
FRAIL creatures are we all ! To be the best,
Is but the fewest faults to have :-
To God, thy conscience, and the grave.
ON AN INFANT
WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM.
Death whisper'd !—with assenting nod,
* The Literary Souvenir, 1829.
The Baby bow'd, without demurOf the kingdom of the Blest
Possessor, not inheritor.
-E coelo descendit yvūbl oeautóv.-Juvenal. Tvüli ceavtov ! and is this the prime And heaven-sprung adage of the olden time ! Say, canst thou make thyself ?-Learn first that
trade; Haply thou mayst know what thyself had made. What hast thou, Man, that thou darest call thine
own ? What is there in thee, Man, that can be known ?Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, A phantom dim of past and future wrought, Vain sister of the worm,-life, death, soul, clodIgnore thyself, and strive to know thy God!
Beareth all things.—2 Cor. xiii. 7. GENTLY I took that which ungently came,
And without scorn forgave :-Do thou the
A wrong done to thee think a cat's-eye spark
dark. Thine own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin, Fear that—the spark self-kindled from within,