Have meantime better for me cared,
And so will get my stock prepared;
Plows of new pattern, hoes the same,
Designed a different soil to tame;
And sow my seed broadcast in air,
Certain to reap my harvest there.
INDEPENDENCE
Ye princes, keep your realms
And circumscribéd power,-
Not wide as are my dreams,
Nor rich as is this hour.
What can ye give which I have not?
What can ye take which I have got?
Can ye defend the dangerless?
Can ye inherit nakedness?
Can ye instruct who have not learned?
Or can ye learn who will not hear?
Can ye inflame who have not burned
To Virtue's cause or Love's career?
Ye are late comers into life,
Who have not learned your heritage,
But proved your right with toil and strife
Unto your thrones, and title war to wage.
[We close this Appendix with an introductory prose passage, and a poem of considerable length, originally written, as shown by a date on the Journal-page, Friday, Octo-
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