There be many thieves and robbers, who glean and store unlawfully,
Calling in to memory's help some cunningly-devised Cabala:
But to feed the mind with fatness, to fill thy granary with corn,
Nor clog with chaff and straw the threshing-floor of reason,
Reap the ideas, and house them well; but leave the words high stubble,
Strive to store up what was thought, despising what was said. [flame;
For the mind is a spirit, and drinketh in ideas, as flame melteth into
But for words, it must pack them as on floors, cumbrous and perishable
[long and weary!

merchandise.

To be pained for a minute, to fear for an hour, to hope for a week-how But to remember fourscore years, is to look back upon a day.

An avenue seemeth to lengthen in the eyes of the wayfaring man,
But let him turn, those stationed elms crowd up within a yard;
Pace the lamp-lit streets of some sleeping city,

[ive;

The multitude of cressets shall seem one, in the false picture of perspect-
Even so, in sweet treachery, dealeth the aged with himself;
He gazeth on the green hill-tops, while the marshes beneath are hidden,
And the partial telescope of memory pierceth the blank between,

To look with lingering love at the fair star of childhood.

Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints:

While it spinneth, there is light; stop it, all is darkness:

Life is as a morsel of frankincense burning in the hall of Eternity:
It is gone, but its odorous cloud curleth to the lofty roof!
Life is as a lump of salt, melting in the temple-laver;
It is gone-yet its savour reacheth to the farthest atom;

Even so, for evil or for good, is life the criterion of a man,

For its memories of sanctity or sin pervade all the firmament of being.
There is but the flitting moment, wherein to hope or to enjoy,
But in the calendar of memory, that moment is all time.

THE DREAM OF AMBITION.

I LEFT the happy fields that smile around the village of Content,
And sought with wayward feet the torrid desert of Ambition.
Long time, parched and weary, I travelled that burning sand,

And the hooded basilisk and adder were strewed in my way for palms;

Black scorpions thronged me round, with sharp, uplifted stings,
Seeming to mock me as I ran: (then I guessed it was a dream—
But life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are :)
So I toiled on, doubting in myself, up a steep gravel-cliff,
Whose yellow summit shot up far into the brazen sky;
And quickly I was wafted to the top, as upon unseen wings,
Carrying me upward like a leaf: (then I thought it was a dream—
Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are:)

So I stood on the mountain, and, behold! before me a giant pyramid,
And I clomb with eager haste its high and difficult steps;

For I longed, like another Belus, to mount up-yea, to heaven—
Nor sought I rest until my feet had spurned the crest of earth.

THEN I sat on my granite throne under the burning sun,

And the world lay smiling beneath me, but I was wrapt in flames;
(And I hoped, in glimmering consciousness, that all this torture was a
Yet life is oft so like a dream, we know not where we are.) [dream-
And anon, as I sat scorching, the pyramid shuddered to its root,
And I felt the quarried mass leap from its sand foundations:
Awhile it tottered and tilted, as raised by invisible levers-
(And now my reason spake with me; I knew it was a dream;
Yet I hushed that whisper into silence, for I hoped to learn of wisdom,
By tracking up my truant thoughts, whereunto they might lead,)
And suddenly, as rolling upon wheels, adown the cliff it rushed,
And I thought, in my hot brain, of the Muscovite's icy slope;
A thousand yards in a moment we ploughed the sandy seas,
And crushed those happy fields, and that smiling village;
And onward, as a living thing, still rushed my mighty throne,
Thundering along, and pounding, as it went, the millions in my way:
Before me, all was life, and joy, and full-blown summer;

Behind me, death and wo, the desert and simoom.

Then I wept and shrieked aloud, for pity and for fear;

But might not stop; for, comet-like, flew on the maddened mass
Over the crashing cities, and falling obelisks and towers,
And columns, razed as by a scythe, and high domes, shivered as an egg-
And deep embattled ranks, and women, crowded in the streets,
And children, kneeling as for mercy, and all I had ever loved:
Yea, over all, mine awful throne rushed on with seeming instinct,
And over the crackling forests, and over the rugged beach,

[shell,

And on with a terrible hiss through the foaming wild Atlantic,
That roared around me as I sat, but could not quench my spirit.
Still on, through startled solitudes, we shattered the pavement of the sea,
Down, down to that central vault, the bolted doors of hell;
And these, with horrid shock, my huge throne battered in,

And on to the deepest deep, where the fierce flames were hottest,
Blazing tenfold as conquering furiously the seas that rushed in with me-
And there I stopped; and a fearful voice shouted in mine ear,
"Behold the home of Discontent; behold the rest of Ambition!"

OF SUBJECTION.

LAW hath dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter;
For there are reciprocities of right, which no creature can gainsay.
Unto each there was added by its Maker, in the perfect chain of being,
Dependencies and sustentations, accidents, and qualities, and powers;
And each must fly forward in the curve, unto which it was forced from
the beginning;

Each must attract and repel, or the monarchy of Order is no more.
Laws are essential emanations from the self-poised character of God,
And they radiate from that sun to the circling edges of creation.
Verily, the mighty Lawgiver hath subjected himself unto laws,
And God is the primal grand example of free, unstrained obedience:
His perfection is limited by right, and cannot trespass into wrong,
Because He hath stablished Himself as the fountain of only good,
And in thus much is bounded, that the evil hath he left unto another,
And that dark other hath usurped the evil which Omnipotence laid down.
Unto God there exist impossibilities; for the True One cannot lie,
Nor the Wise One wander from the track which he hath determined for
himself;

For his will was purposed from eternity, strong in the love of order;
And that will altereth not, as the law of the Medes and Persians.
God is the origin of order, and the first exemplar of his precept;
For there is subordination of his Essence, self-guided unto holiness;
And there is subordination of his Persons, in due procession of dignity;
For the Son, as a son, is subject; and to him doth the Spirit minister;
But these things be mysteries to man; he cannot reach nor fathom them,

And ever must he speak in paradox, when lab'ring to expound his God;
For, behold, God is Alone, mighty in unshackled freedom;
And with those wondrous Persons abideth eternal equality.

So then, start ye from the fountain, and follow the river of existence,
For its current is bounded throughout by the banks of just subordination;
Thrones, and dominions, and powers, archangels, cherubim, and seraphim,
Angels, and flaming ministers, and breathing chariots and harps.
For there are degrees in heaven, and varied capabilities of bliss, [fection;
And steps in the ladder of Intelligence, and ranks in approaches to Per-
Doubtless, reverence is given, as their due, to the masters in wisdom;
Doubtless, there are who serve; or a throne would have small glory.
Regard now the universe of matter, the substance of visible creation,
Which of old, with well-observing truth, the Greek hath surnamed
ORDER:*
[obedience?

Where is there an atom out of place? or a particle that yieldeth not
Where is there a fragment that is free? or one thing the equal of another?
The chain is unbroken down to man, and beyond him the links are perfect:
But he standeth solitary sin, a marvel of permitted chaos.

AND shall this seeming error in the scale of due subordination

Be a spot of desert unreclaimed, in the midst of the vineyard of the Lord?
Shall his presumptuous pride snap the safe tether of connexion,
And his blind, selfish folly refuse the burden of maintenance?
Oh, man! thou art a creature; boast not thyself above the law: [ence.
Think not of thyself as free: thou art bound in the trammels of depend.
What is the sum of thy duty, but obedience to righteous rule,
To the great commanding oracle, uttered by delegated organs?
Thou canst not render homage to abstract Omnipresent power,
Save through the concrete symbol of visible ordained authority.
Those who obey not man, are oftenest found rebels against God: [wrong.
And seldom is the delegate so bold, as to order what he knoweth to be
Yet, mark me, proud gainsayer! I say not, obey unto sin: [Deputy:
But, where the Principal is silent, take heed that thou despise not the
And he that loveth order will bless thee for thy faith,

If thou recognise his sanction in the powers that fashion human laws.

* "The Greek hath surnamed ORDER."] Kóσpos. The Latins also, who rarely can show a beautiful idea which they have not borrowed from Greece, have made a similar application of the term "mundus" to the fabric of the world.

THOU, the vicegerent of the Lord, his high anointed image,
Toward whom a good man's loyalty floweth from the hearts of his religion,
Thou, whose deep responsibilities are fathomed by a nation's prayers,
Whom wise men fear for while they live, and envy thee nothing but thy
virtues,

From thy dizzy pinnacle of greatness, remember thou also art a subject.
And the throne of thine earthly glory is itself but the footstool of thy God.
The homage thy kingdoms yield thee, regard thou as yielded unto Him;
And while girt with all the majesty of state, consider thee the Lord's
chief servant;

So shalt thou prosper, and be strong, grafted on the strength of another; So shall thy virgin heart be happy, in being humble.

And thou shalt flourish as an oak, the monarch of thine island forests, Whose deep-dug roots are twisted around the stout ribs of the globe, That mocketh at the fury of the storm, and rejoiceth in summer sunshine, Glad in the smiles of heaven, and great in the stability of earth.

A RULER hath not power for himself, neither is his pomp for his pride:
But beneath the ermine of his office should he wear the rough hair-cloth
of humility.
[ment;
Nevertheless, every way obey him, so thou break not a higher command-
For Nero was an evil king, yet Paul prescribeth subjection.

If the rulers of a nation be holy, the Lord hath blessed that nation;
If they be lewd and impious, chastisement hath come upon that people;
For the bitterest scourge of a land is ungodliness in them that govern it,
And the guilt of the sons of Josiah drove Israel weeping into Babylon.
Yet be thou resolute against them, if they change the mandates of thy God,
If they touch the ark of his covenant, wherein all his mercies are enshrined;
Be resolute, but not rebellious; lest thou be of the company of Korah:
Set thy face against them as a flint; but be not numbered with Abiram.
Daniel nobly disobeyed; but not from a spirit of sedition;
And Azarias shouted from the furnace, "I will not bow down, O KING!”
If truth must be sacrificed to unity, then faithfulness were folly;
If man must be obeyed before God, the martyrs have bled in vain:
Yet none of that blessed army reviled the rulers of the land; [authority.
They were loud and bold against the sin, but bent before the ensign of
Honesty, scorning compromise, walketh most suitably with Reverence;
Otherwise righteous daring may show but as obstinate rebellion:
Therefore suffer not thy censure to lack the savour of courtesy,
And remember the mortal sinneth, but the staff of his power is from God.