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Upon the tyrant's throne, the sepulcher,1-
And of the triumphs of his ghastly2 foe

Makes his own nourishment. For he came forth
From thine own bosom, and shall have no end.

There have been holy men who hid themselves Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave

Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks
Around them; and there have been holy men
Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.
But let me often to these solitudes

Retire, and in thy presence re-assure

My feeble virtue. Here its enemies,

The passions, at thy plainer 5 footsteps shrink
And tremble, and are still. O God! when thou
Dost scare the world with tempests, set on fire
The heavens with falling thunderbolts, or fill
With all the waters of the firmament

The swift, dark whirlwind that uproots the woods.
And drowns the villages; when, at thy call,

1 sepulcher. With what noun | hood, bravery. This was deemed is this word in apposition? 2 ghastly, from Anglo-Saxon gast, a ghost, and hence literally ghost-like.

the loftiest of "virtues" by the Romans; but with Christianity the word assumed a new meaning, and received application to the

3 makes his own nourishment. moral qualities. Illustrate.

5 plainer: that is, more visible

4 virtue. This word has an in-than in the turmoil of a city.

teresting origin, being derived from

the Latin vir, a man; virtus, man

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scare. Would fright be better? 7 tempests. See Glossary.

Uprises the great deep,1 and throws himself
Upon the continent, and overwhelms

Its cities, -who forgets not, at the sight
Of these tremendous tokens of thy power,
His pride, and lays his strifes and follies by?
Oh! from these sterner aspects of thy face,
Spare me and mine: nor let us need the wrath
Of the mad, unchained elements, to teach
Who rules them. Be it ours to meditate
In these calm shades thy milder majesty,
And to the beautiful order of thy works.
Learn to conform the order of our lives.

6. THE FUTURE LIFE.

[These lines were addressed by the poet to his wife, and tenderly voice his aspiration of a re-union with his companion in heaven.]

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps2
The disembodied spirits of the dead,

When all of thee that time could wither 3 sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?

For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
If there I meet thy gentle presence not;
Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.

1 Uprises the great deep. The reference is to the "tidal waves that in some parts of the world bring terrible destruction.

2 sphere which keeps, etc. : that is, heaven.

3 all of thee ... wither. Explain.

Will not thy own meek heart demand me there,-
That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given?
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,
And wilt thou never utter it in heaven?

In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere,
And larger movements of the unfettered mind,
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?

The love1 that lived through all the stormy past,
And meekly with my harsher nature bore,
And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last,
Shall it expire with life, and be no more?

A happier lot than mine, and larger light,
Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will
In cheerful homage to the rule of right,

And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.

For me, the sordid 2 cares in which I dwell
Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll;
And wrath has left its scar, that fire of hell

Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.

1 The love. Note the fine effect | scar," may be in part explained of this iteration of "the love" in the previous stanza.

2 sordid (from Latin sordidus, dirty): vile, mean. The poet's allusions to the "sordid cares" and the wrath which "has left its

by the fact, that, as editor of a political paper (the New-York Evening Post), he was in an atmosphere which the finer spirit of the poet must have often loathed to breathe.

Yet, though thou wear'st the glory of the sky,
Wilt thou not keep the same belovéd name,
The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye,
Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same?

Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,
The wisdom that I learned so ill in this, —
The wisdom which is love,1-till I become
Thy fit companion in that land of bliss?

7. O MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE.

[In the following poem we have a fine specimen of Bryant's patriotic vein. The design of the piece is to set forth the grandeur of the country's theory and destiny, and to defend the United States against the sneers of foreign critics. At the time the poem was written (some thirty years ago), such taunts were common; but Bryant lived to see the fulfillment of the prophecy in his last stanza; for-slightly to alter the closing couplet,

"Before thine eye

Upon their lips the taunt did die."]

O MOTHER of a mighty race,2
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames,3 thy haughty peers,1
Admire and hate thy blooming years;
With words of shame.

And taunts of scorn they join thy name.

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For on thy cheeks the glow is spread,
That tints the morning hills with red;
Thy step-the wild deer's rustling feet.
Within thy woods are not more fleet;
Thy hopeful eye

Is bright as thine own sunny sky.

Ay, let them rail-those haughty ones
While safe thou dwellest with thy sons.
They do not know how loved thou art,
How many a fond and fearless heart
Would rise to throw

Its life between thee and the foe!

They know not, in their hate and pride,
What virtues with thy children bide;1
How true, how good, thy graceful maids
Make bright, like flowers, the valley shades;
What generous men

3

Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen;

What cordial welcomes greet the guest,
By the lone rivers of the West;
How faith is kept, and truth revered,
And man is loved, and God is feared,
In woodland homes,

And where the solemn ocean foams.

1 bide = abide, dwell.

4 like oaks. Show the apposite

2 like flowers. Show the appo- ness of the simile. siteness of the simile.

3 men. Object of what verb?

5 cordial: from Latin cor, cordis, the heart. Give a synonym.

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