(Her fragrant chamber for a while resigned, 50 A strain breaks forth (who hears and loves it not?) From harp or organ! 'T is at parting given, 51 That in their slumbers they may dream of Heaven; Young voices mingling, as it floats along, In Tuscan air or Handel's sacred song! And she inspires, whose beauty shines in all; So soon to weave a daughter's coronal, And at the nuptial rite smile through her tears; And with assurance sweet her soul revive In child-birth-52 when a mother's love is most alive! And, in an iron cage condemned to dwell, O thou all-eloquent, whose mighty mind Streams from the depth of ages on mankind, Streams like the day—who, angel-like, hast shed Thy full effulgence on the hoary head, Speaking in Cato's venerable voice, "Look up, and faint not faint not, but rejoice!" From thy Elysium guide him! Age has now Trees he has climbed so oft, he sits and sees His children's children playing round his knees : And, while his heart (O! can the heart grow old? False are the tales that in the world are told!) Swells in his voice, he knows not where to end; Like one discoursing of an absent friend. But there are moments which he calls his own. Those whom he loved so long and sees no more, Scenes in his life-that breathe enchantment still- But where a light as from the Blessed falls, A light such guests bring ever-pure and holy — And now behold him up the hill ascending, 'Tis past! That hand we grasped, alas! in vain! Nor shall we look upon his face again! But to his closing eyes, for all were there, The words so precious which we heard to-night; Then was the drama ended. Not till then, Where some the paths of Wealth and Power pursue, Of Pleasure some, of Happiness a few; And, as the sun goes round a sun not ours While from her lap another Nature showers NOTES. (1) See the Iliad, 1. xviii. v. 496. (2) "Nil actum credens, dum quid superesset agendum." — · Lucan II. 657. (3) See Bossuet, Sermon sur la Résurrection. (4) I have considered," says Solomon, "all the works that are under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit." But who believes it, till Death tells it us? It is Death alone that can make man to know himself. He tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects, and humbles them at the instant. He takes the account of the rich man, and proves him a beggar, -a naked beggar. He holds a glass before the eyes of the most beautiful, and makes them see therein their deformity; and they acknowledge it O eloquent, just and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none have dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world have flattered, thou only hast cast out and despised; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet. - Raleigh. (5) Among the most precious gifts with which the Almighty has rewarded us for our diligence in the investigation of his works are the Telescope and the Microscope. They came as it were by chance; they came we know not how; and "they have laid open the infinite in both directions." But what may not come in like manner; when from the situation of a pebble may be learnt the state of the earth, many myriads of ages ago, before it was inhabited by man; and when the fall of an apple to the ground has led us to the knowledge of those laws which regulate every world as it revolves in its orbit? — - See Sir John Herschel's excellent Discourse on the Study of Natural Philosophy. (6) How much is it to be lamented that the greatest benefactors of mankind, being beyond the age they live in, are so seldom understood before they are gone! (7) Fancy can hardly forbear to conjecture with what temper Milton surveyed the silent progress of his work, and marked his reputation stealing its way in a kind of subterraneous current through fear and silence. I cannot but conceive him calm and confident, little disappointed, not at all dejected, relying on his own merit with steady consciousness, and waiting, without impatience, the vicissitudes of opinion and the impartiality of a future generation. -Johnson. After this line, in the MS. O'er place and time we triumph; on we go, |