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In their passionate pulsations,
Shall it, then, be unavailing,
All this toil for human culture? Through the cloud-rack, dark and trailing, Must they see above them sailing O'er life's barren crags the vulture?
Such a fate as this was Dante's,
By defeat and exile maddened; Thus were Milton and Cervantes, Nature's priests and Corybantes,
By affliction touched and saddened.
But the glories so transcendent
That around their memories cluster,
All the melodies mysterious,
Through the dreary darkness chaunted! Thoughts in attitudes imperious, Voices soft, and deep, and serious,
Words that whispered, songs that haunted!
All the soul in rapt suspension,
All the quivering, palpitating Chords of life in utmost tension, With the fervor of invention,
With the rapture of creating!
Ah, Prometheus! heaven-scaling!
Though to all there is not given
Strength for such sublime endeavor, Thus to scale the walls of heaven, And to leaven with fiery leaven
And the hearts of men for ever;
Yet all bards, whose hearts unblighted
THE LADDER OF ST. AUGUSTINE.
SAINT AUGUSTINE! well hast thou said,
Beneath our feet each deed of shame!
All common things, each day's events,
The low desire, the base design,
That makes another's virtues less; The revel of the ruddy wine,
And all occasions of excess;
The longing for ignoble things;
The strife for triumph more than truth; The hardening of the heart, that brings Irreverence for the dreams of youth;
All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,
That have their root in thoughts of ill; Whatever hinders or impedes
The action of the nobler will;
All these must first be trampled down
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
The heights by great men reached and kept
Standing on what too long we bore
A path to higher destinies.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
THE PHANTOM SHIP.
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IN Mather's Magnalia Christi,
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A ship sailed from New Haven, ti „T
Were heavy with good men's prayers. 711 edge T "O Lord! if it be thy pleasure"-// ... Thus prayed the old divine →→ "To bury our friends in the ocean//
Take them, for they are thine!" #ps for got few po en bmedBut Master Lamberton muttered, //
And under his breath said he,,/! "This ship is so crank and walty/ I fear our grave she will be!" eluft grob to% And the ships that came from England, When the winter months were gone, Brought no tidings of this vessel
Nor of Master Lamberton.
This put the people to praying
That the Lord would let them hear What in his greater wisdom
He had done with friends so dear.