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Thou who in early years feelest awake |
To finest impulses from nature's breath, |
And in thy walk hearest such sounds of truth |
As on the common ear strike without heed, |
Beware of men around thee. Men are foul, |
With avarice, ambition and deceit; |
The worst of all, ambition. This is life |
Spent in a feverish chase for selfish ends, |
Which has no virtue to redeem its toil |
But one long, stagnant hope to raise the self. |
The miser's life to this seems sweet and fair; |
Better to pile the glittering coin, than seek |
To overtop our brothers and our loves. |
Merit in this? Where lies it, though thy name |
Ring over distant lands, meeting the wind |
Even on the extremest verge of the wide world. |
Merit in this? Better be hurled abroad |
On the vast whirling tide, than in thyself |
Concentred, feed upon thy own applause. |
Thee shall the good man yield no reverence; |
But, while the idle, dissolute crowd are loud |
In voice to send thee flattery, shall rejoice |
That he has scaped thy fatal doom, and known |
How humble faith in the good soul of things |
Provides amplest enjoyment. O my brother, |
If the Past's counsel any honor claim |
From thee, go read the history of those |
Who a like path have trod, and see a fate |
Wretched with fears, changing like leaves at noon, |
When the new wind sings in the white birch wood. |
Learn from the simple child the rule of life, |
And from the movements of the unconscious tribes |
Of animal nature, those that bend the wing |
Or cleave the azure tide, content to be, |
What the great frame provides,—freedom and grace. |
Thee, simple child, do the swift winds obey, |
And the white waterfalls with their bold leaps |
Follow thy movements. Tenderly the light |
Thee watches, girding with a zone of radiance, |
And all the swinging herbs love thy soft steps.” |
DESCRIPTION OF ANGELA, FROM “FESTUS.”
“ | I loved her for that she was beautiful, |
And that to me she seemed to bo all nature |