Why need I volumes, if one word suffice? Why need I galleries, when a pupil's draught Who cannot circumnavigate the sea Of thoughts and things at home, but still adjourn The nearest matters for a thousand days? EXPERIENCE. THE lords of life, the lords of life, I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, — Use and Surprise, Succession swift and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, Some to see, some to be guessed, Among the legs of his guardians tall, Whispered, Darling, never mind! To-morrow they will wear another face, The founder thou; these are thy race!' WEALTH. WHO shall tell what did befall, Hung idle stars and suns? What god the element obeyed? Wings of what wind the lichen bore, Wafting the puny seeds of power, Which, lodged in rock, the rock abrade? Knew the strong task to it assigned, (In dizzy æons dim and mute The reeling brain can ill compute) Copper and iron, lead and gold? What oldest star the fame can save Of races perishing to pave The planet with a floor of lime? Dust is their pyramid and mole: Who saw what ferns and palms were pressed But when the quarried means were piled, But, though light-headed man forget, Remembering Matter pays her debt: Still, through her motes and masses, draw Electric thrills and ties of Law, Which bind the strength of Nature wild DAYS. DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day |