Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount? Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild? how shall we breathe in other air EVE TO ADAM. WITH Sorrow and heart's distress Is to stay here; without thee here to stay, I carry hence; though all by me is lost, BOOK XII. THE DEPARTURE FROM PARADISE. IN either hand the hastening angel caught Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. MILTON. V. HUMAN EXPERIENCE. A PSALM OF LIFE. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, 275 Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Lives of great men all remind us Footprints, that perhaps another, Let us, then, be up and doing, HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THE GIFTS OF GOD. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said he) pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which dispersèd lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure: For if I should (said he) Bestow this jewel also on my creature, Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness: GEORGE HERBERT. DUTY. I SLEPT and dreamed that life was Beauty: I woke and found that life was Duty: ELLEN STURGIS HOOPER. |