Laugh at danger far or near; Spurn at baseness, spurn at fear; Still, with persevering might, Speak the truth and do the right. Where the dews of night distil Thither turn the steady eye, So shall peace, a charming guest, Happy if celestial favor Smile upon the high endeavor; Happy if it be thy call In the holy cause to fall. George Ticknor. LOVE OF STUDY. "There are many youths, and some men, who most earnestly devote themselves to solitary studies, from the mere love of the pursuit. I have thus attempted to give some of the causes of a devotion which appears so unaccountable to the stirring world." AND wherefore does the student trim his lamp, In deep and voiceless thought, the blooming hours He has his pleasures- he has his reward: That snatches us a while from earth, and lifts With high imaginings, and pictures out With eye upturned, watching the many stars, A hallowed feeling in these midnight dreams! They have the light of heaven around them, breathe The odor of its sanctity, and are Those moments taken from the sands of life, James Gates Percival. |