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THE CHIEF END OF MAN.

    What the chief end of Man?—­Behold yon tree,
      And let it teach thee, Friend!
    Will what that will-less yearns for;—­and for thee
      Is compass’d Man’s chief end!

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ULYSSES.

    To gain his home all oceans he explored—­
    Here Scylla frown’d—­and there Charybdis roar’d;
    Horror on sea—­and horror on the land—­
    In hell’s dark boat he sought the spectre land,
    Till borne—­a slumberer—­to his native spot
    He woke—­and sorrowing, knew his country not!

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JOVE TO HERCULES.

    ’Twas not my nectar made thy strength divine,
    But ’twas thy strength which made my nectar thine!

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THE SOWER.

    See, full of hope, thou trustest to the earth
      The golden seed, and waitest till the spring
    Summons the buried to a happier birth;
      But in Time’s furrow duly scattering,
    Think’st thou, how deeds by wisdom sown may be,
      Silently ripen’d for Eternity?

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THE MERCHANT.

    Where sails the ship?—­It leads the Tyrian forth
    For the rich amber of the liberal North. 
    Be kind ye seas—­winds lend your gentlest wing,
    May in each creek, sweet wells restoring spring!—­
    To you, ye gods, belong the Merchant!—­o’er
    The waves, his sails the wide world’s goods explore;
    And, all the while, wherever waft the gales,
    The wide world’s good sails with him as he sails!

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COLUMBUS.

    Steer on, bold Sailor—­Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land,
    And hopeless at the helm may drop the weak and weary hand,
    YET EVER—­EVER TO THE WEST, for there the coast must lie,
    And dim it dawns and glimmering dawns before thy reason’s eye;
    Yea, trust the guiding God—­and go along the floating grave,
    Though hid till now—­yet now, behold the New World o’er the wave! 
    With Genius Nature ever stands in solemn union still,
    And ever what the One foretels the Other shall fulfil.

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THE ANTIQUE TO THE NORTHERN WANDERER.

    And o’er the river hast thou past, and o’er the mighty sea,
    And o’er the Alps, the dizzy bridge hath borne thy steps to me;
    To look all near upon the bloom my deathless beauty knows,
    And, face to face, to front the pomp whose fame through ages goes—­
    Gaze on, and touch my relics now!  At last thou standest here,
    But art thou nearer now to me—­or I to thee more near?