saying, hard to shape in act;
For all the past of Time reveals
A bridal dawn of thunder-peals,
Wherever Thought hath wedded Fact.
now we hear with inward strife
A motion toiling in the gloom—
The Spirit of the years to come
Yearning to mix himself with Life.
slow-develop’d strength awaits
Completion in a painful school;
Phantoms of other forms of rule,
New Majesties of mighty States—
warders of the growing hour,
But vague in vapour, hard to mark;
And round them sea and air are dark
With great contrivances of Power.
many changes, aptly join’d,
Is bodied forth the second whole.
Regard gradation, lest the soul
Of Discord race the rising wind;
wind to puff your idol-fires,
And heap their ashes on the head;
To shame the boast so often made,
That we are wiser than our sires.
yet, if Nature’s evil star
Drive men in manhood, as in youth,
To follow flying steps of Truth
Across the brazen bridge of war—
New and Old, disastrous feud,
Must ever shock, like armed foes,
And this be true, till time shall close,
That Principles are rain’d in blood;
yet the wise of heart would cease
To hold his hope thro’ shame and guilt,
But with his hand against the hilt
Would pace the troubled land, like Peace;
less, tho’ dogs of Faction bay,
Would serve his kind in deed and word,
Certain, if knowledge bring the sword,
That knowledge takes the sword away—
love the gleams of good that broke
From either side, nor veil his eyes:
And if some dreadful need should rise
Would strike, and firmly, and one stroke:
yet would reap to-day,
As we bear blossom of the dead;
Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed
Raw Haste, half sister to Delay.
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW.
BY GERALD MASSEY.
High hopes that
burn’d like stars sublime,
Go down i’ the heaven of freedom;
And true hearts perish in the time
We bitterliest need ’em!
But never sit we down and say
There’s nothing left but sorrow;
We walk the wilderness to-day—
The promised land to-morrow!