“Around me I behold
The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.”
Let my life pass in healthful, happy ease,
The world and all its schemes shut out my door;
Rich in a competence and nothing more,
Saving the student’s wealth—”Apollo’s fees”—
Long rows of goodly volumes, to appease
My early love and quenchless thirst of lore.
No Want to urge me on the path of Gain—
No Hope to lure me in Ambition’s track;
Struggles and strife, and all their savage train,
Still from my tranquil dwelling driven back;
My only triumphs—if such toys I lack—
Some subtle nut of science burst in twain,
Or knot unravell’d. Thus be’t mine to live,
And feel life pass like a long summer eve.
THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES.
“From pole to pole the deep electric tone
Of Liberty is out. Wilt thou not share?”
Up, recreant, up! Our land hath called her sons
From solitudes and cities, courts and marts,
To fight her fight, and lo! what eager hearts
Answer her call. But not with blades and guns,
But arms more keen than Europe’s or the Hun’s—
Reason and Truth, come they to play their parts.
Shake off the dream-world’s thraldom and awake
To see thy land become regenerate,
And aid, if aid thou may’st, a work so great
The mist of prejudice, as from a lake,
Is rising from men’s minds, and tyrants quake
Reading the signs aright that speak our coming fate.
Then up! for here the patriot heart may glow
With ecstacy that tame life cannot know.