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In their passionate pulsations,
In their words among the nations,

The Promethean fire is burning.

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,
And, on all their steps attendant,
Make their darkened lives resplendent !

With such gleams of inward lustre!

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!

In such hours of exultation
Even the faintest heart, unquailing,
Might behold the vulture sailing

Round the cloudy crags Caucasian!

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

Honor and believe the presage, Hold aloft their torches lighted, Gleaming through the realms benighted,

As they onward bear the message!

THE LADDER OF ST. AUGUSTINE.

SAINT AUGUSTINE! well hast thou said,

That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread

Beneath our feet each deed of shame!

All common things, each day's events,

That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents,

Are rounds by which we may ascend.

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

Beneath our feet, if we would gain In the bright fields of fair renown

The right of eminent domain.

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.

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The mighty pyramids of stone

That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen,

and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. 4

The distant mountains, that uprear

Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear

As we to higher levels rise.

The heights by great men reached and kept

Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept,

Were toiling upward in the night. .'

Standing on what too long we bore

With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We тау

discern unseen before A path to higher destinies.

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THE PHANTOM SHIP.

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Of the old colonial time;',
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That is here set down in rhyme.

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A ship sailed from New Haven,!»T

And the keen and frosty airs, :") 914. That filled her sails at parting,' I.

Were heavy with good men's prayers.

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Thus prayed the old divine -10%! "To bury our friends in the ocean, Take them, for they are thine!”

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But Master Lamberton muttered,

And under his breath said he, '', “This ship is so crank and walty 1.

I fear our grave she will be!”

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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.

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