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I wrote I know not what. In truth,
Who miss the brother of your youth 2
IXVI. For he too was a friend to me: Both are my friends, and my true breast Bleedeth for both ; yet it may be That only silence suiteth best.
XVII. Words weaker than your grief would make Grief more. Twere better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace:
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
“YOU ASK ME, WHY, THOUGH ILL AT EASE.”
YoU ask me, why, though ill at ease,
And languish for the purple seas 2
It is the land that freemen till,
A man may speak the thing he will;
A land of settled government,
From precedent to precedent:
Where faction seldom gathers head,
Hath time and space to work and spread.
Should banded unions persecute
And individual freedom mute;
Though Power should make from land to land The name of Britain trebly great— Though every channel of the State
Should almost choke with golden sand—
Yet wast me from the harbor-mouth,
The palms and temples of the South.
to OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS.”
OF old sat Freedom on the heights,
Above her shook the starry lights:
There in her place she did rejoice,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Then stept she down through town and field
And part by part to men revealed
Grave mother of majestic works,
Who, God-like, grasps the triple forks,
Her open eyes desire the truth.
Is in them. May perpetual youth
That her fair form may stand and shine,
Turning to scorn with lips divine
“LOVE THOU THY LAND, WITH LOVE FAR BROUGHT.”
LovE thou thy land, with love far brought
Through future time by power of thought.
True love turned round on fixód poles,
Thy brothers and immortal souls.
But pamper not a hasty time,
That every sophister can lime.
Deliver not the tasks of might
Though sitting girt with doubtful light.
Make knowledge circle with the winds;
Bear seed of men and growth of minds.
Watch what main-currents draw the years:
Regard the weakness of thy peers:
Nor toil for title, place, or touch
Nor deal in watchwords overmuch ;
Not clinging to some ancient saw :
And in its season bring the law;
That from Discussion's lip may fall
To close the interests of all.
For Nature also, cold and warm,
Matures the individual form.
Meet is it changes should control
All but the basis of the soul.
So let the change which comes be free
Its office, moved with sympathy.
A saying hard to shape in act;
Wherever Thought hath wedded Fact.
Even now we hear with inward strife
Yearning to mix himself with Life.
A slow-developed strength awaits
New Majesties of mighty States—
The warders of the growing hour,
With great contrivances of Power.
Of many changes, aptly joined,
Of Discord race the rising wind:
A wind to puff your idol-fires,
That we are wiser than our sires.