What doth it matter to the spirit freed Remote from cities and from habitations, Here where the grateful trees and underwood Convert corruption's noxious emanations, Through Nature's wondrous alchemy, to good. Not a Necropolis, Rather a garden this! With sylvan alleys and enamelled banks And pines in plume-tost ranks. Here let the roses bloom! Here let the wild bee come To find the ground Heaped with such flowery wealth as bee ne'er found! But O, high-building Vanity! forbear To rear upon this spot th' o'ercostly pile! And trust thou unto watchful Nature's smile Then shall this be a Mount of Hope indeed, Robert Burns. 1759-1796. THE INNER LAW. THE fear o' hell's a hangman's whip, Let that Its slightest touches, instant pause- Uncaring consequences. The great Creator to revere Must sure become the creature ; But still the preaching cant forbear, And even the rigid feature; Yet ne'er with wits profane to range, An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange When ranting round in pleasure's ring, Or if she gi'e a random sting, It may be little minded; But when on life we're tempest driven, CHARITY. THEN gently scan your brother man, X One point must still be greatly dark, Who made the heart, 'tis He alone He knows each chord-its various tone, Each spring its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, What's done we partly may compute, A PRAYER, Under the pressure of violent anguish. O, THOU great Being! what Thou art Surpasses me to know: Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are all thy works below. Thy creature here before Thee stands, All wretched and distrest; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Obey Thy high behest. Sure, Thou, Almighty, canst not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, But, if I must afflicted be, To suit some wise design, Then man my soul with firm resolves To bear, and not repine! Lord Byron. 1788-1824. THE IMMORTAL MIND. WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah, whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves its darkened dust behind. Then, unembodied, doth it trace By steps each planet's heavenly way? Or fill at once the realms of space; A thing of eyes, that all survey ? Eternal, boundless, undecayed, |