Page images
PDF
EPUB

STUDIES

IN

POETRY AND PROSE.

EARLY EDUCATION.

THE education of man, commences under the most sacred and benign auspices; in confiding it to the heart of a mother, Providence seems to have taken it upon itself. Blessed are the mothers who understand their noble prerogative; blessed the children who can longest reap the benefits of watchfulness and love!

Many individuals have hardly any other education than the maternal: and by the influence, which a virtuous mother exerts over the mind, it is prolonged over many into the years of maturity. All ages ought to find in the education of the cradle the model of self-cultivation: but even in those cases, where it has been such as to be fit for a model, has it been attentively studied?

In this early education the pupil learns the use of his senses, and how to exercise his faculties. He is taught also two things, which are necessary to initiate him into all things else. He acquires language, and he learns how to love.

Afterwards comes the artificial or school education, which should be a continuation of the preceding; but which seldom preserves its spirit. At this time there comes together with the direct instruction which the pupil receives from masters, the less perceptible, but perhaps more powerful and lasting impressions received from daily intercourse with companions and circumstances. This second period of education is profitable in proportion as it trains the pupil to act for himself, and this favors the progressive developments of the gifts of nature. So far as it prepares him to study and improve, it educates him; but it does not give him science

and virtue; it only puts him in the situation to discover the one and to love the other. It calls, therefore, for his own co-operation, which becomes more important from day to day, in proportion as his strength increases and his experience is enlarged.

The fundamental truth, which may direct and regulate every thing in our earthly career, is this;-The life of man is in reality, but one continued education, the end of which is, to make himself perfect. Man is always called, not only to govern himself, but to provide for the time to come. Every action exerts an inevitable influence over all that follow. Every step advances him a degree in his career. He must be enlightened by experience, and strengthened by exercise. Some men are not morally adult, until their maturity. Some in old age grow young for virtue. All can improve even at these periods of life. There is an education, as long as there is a future.

'THEY THAT SEEK ME EARLY SHALL FIND ME.'

COME, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,
Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze;
Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest,
And joy's pure sunbeams tremble in thy ways;
Come, while sweet thoughts, like summer buds unfolding,
Waken rich feelings in the careless breast,
While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding,
Come, and secure interminable rest.

Soon will the freshness of thy days be over,
And thy free buoyancy of soul be flown;

Pleasure will fold her wing, and friend and lover
Will to the embraces of the worm have gone;
Those who now bless thee will have passed for ever;
Their looks of kindness will be lost to thee;
Thou wilt need balm to heal thy spirit's fever,
As thy sick heart broods over years to be!

Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing,
Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die;

Ere the gay spell, which earth is round thee throwing,
Fades like the crimson from a sunset sky.

Life is but shadows, save a promise given,

Which lights up sorrow with a fadeless ray:
O, touch the sceptre!—with a hope in heaven:
Come, turn thy spirit from the world away.

Then will the crosses of this brief existence
Seem airy nothings to thine ardent soul,
And, shining brightly in the forward distance,
Will of thy patient race appear the goal.
Home of the weary! where, in peace reposing,
The spirit lingers in unclouded bliss:
Though o'er its dust the curtained grave is closing,
Who would not early choose a lot like this?

TO A CHILD.

'The memory of thy name, dear one,
Lives in my inmost heart,

Linked with a thousand hopes and fears,
That will not thence depart.'

THINGS of high import sound I in thine ears,

Dear child, though now thou may'st not feel their power, But hoard them up, and in thy coming years

Forget them not; and when earth's tempests lower,

A talisman unto thee shall they be,

To give thy weak arm strength, to make thy dim eye see. Seek TRUTH-that pure, celestial Truth, whose birth Was in the heaven of heavens, clear, sacred, shrined In reason's light. Not oft she visits earth;

But her majestic port the willing mind,

Through faith, may sometimes see. Give her thy soul,
Nor faint, though error's surges loudly 'gainst thee roll.
Be FREE-not chiefly from the iron chain,

But from the one which passion forges; be
The master of thyself! If lost, regain

The rule o'er chance, sense, circumstance. Be free.
Trample thy proud lusts proudly 'neath thy feet,
And stand erect, as for a heaven-born one is meet.
Seek VIRTUE. Wear her armor to the fight;
Then, as a wrestler gathers strength from strife,

Shalt thou be nerved to a more vigorous might

By each contending, turbulent ill of life.

Seek Virtue; she alone is all divine;

And, having found, be strong in God's own strength and thine.
TRUTH-FREEDOM-VIRTUE-these, dear child, have power,
If rightly cherished, to uphold, sustain,
And bless thy spirit, in its darkest hour;
Neglect them-thy celestial gifts are vain—
In dust shall thy weak wing be dragged and soiled;
Thy soul be crushed 'neath gauds for which it basely toiled.

EXTRACT

From a Poem delivered at the Departure of the Senior Class of Yale College, in 1826.

WE
We shall go forth together.
Alike the day of trial unto all,

There will come

And the rude world will buffet us alike.
Temptation hath a music for all ears;
And mad ambition trumpeteth to all;
And the ungovernable thought within
Will be in every bosom eloquent;-
But, when the silence and the calm come on,
And the high seal of character is set,
We shall not all be similar. The scale
Of being is a graduated thing;

And deeper than the vanities of power,
Or the vain pomp of glory, there is writ
Gradation, in its hidden characters.

The pathway to the grave may be the same,
And the proud man shall tread it, and the low,
With his bowed head, shall bear him company.
Decay will make no difference, and death,
With his cold hand, shall make no difference;
And there will be no precedence of power,
In waking at the coming trump of God;
But in the temper of the invisible mind;
The godlike and undying intellect,

There are distinctions that will live in heaven,
When time is a forgotten circumstance!
The elevated brow of kings will lose

« PreviousContinue »