nations, and are not subsidized. They proselyte, and are not proselyted. They assimilate other races to themselves, and are not assimilated. The English did not calculate the conquest of the Indies. It fell to their character. So they administer in different parts of the world, the codes of every empire and race; in Canada, old French law; in the Mauritius, the Code Napoleon; in the West Indies, the edicts of the Spanish Cortes; in the East Indies, the Laws of Menu; in the Isle of Man, of the Scandinavian Thing; at the Cape of Good Hope, of the old Netherlands; and in the Ionian Islands, the Pandects of Justinian. DAYS. DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic days, To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleachéd garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day CONCORD FIGHT. Hymn Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, April 19, 1836. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare THE LAW OF LOVE (From "To Rhea.") WARNING to the blind and deaf, Falls, in turn, a new degree. By beauty of a mortal child, And by her radiant youth delighted, To bless that creature day and night. This monument of my despair Build I to the All-Good, All-Fair. Not for a private good, But I, from my beatitude, Albeit scorned as none was scorned, Adorn her as was none adorned. I make this maiden an ensample To Nature, through her kingdoms ample, Whereby to model newer races, Statelier forms, and fairer faces; GIVE ALL TO LOVE. GIVE all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Nothing refuse. 'T is a brave master; One word more thy heart behoved, One pulse more of firm endeavor, Plans, credit, and the Muse,- Keep thee to-day, To-morrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; Nor the palest rose she flung Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Stealing grace from all alive: THE PINE TREE. (From "Woodnotes II.") What prizes the town and the tower? The wild-eyed boy who in the woods To float my child to victory, And grant to dwellers with the pine Who leaves the pine-tree leaves his friend, A little while each russet gem Will swell and rise with wonted grace; But when it seeks enlarged supplies, Whoso walks in solitude, And inhabiteth the wood, Choosing light, wave, rock, and bird, Before the money-loving herd, Into that forester shall pass From these companions, power and grace; Clean shall he be, without, within, From the old adhering sin, All ill dissolving in the light Of his triumphant piercing sight. Not vain, sour, nor frivolous; Not mad, athirst, nor garrulous; Grave, chaste, contented, though retired, And of all other men desired. On him the light of star and moon Shed their virtue through his eye. The mountain sap, the shells, the sea, Nor his fate shall be foretold; THE DAY'S RATION. WHEN I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalicc, From my great arteries,-nor less, nor more." Friends, foes, joys, fortunes, beauty, and disgust. And brims my little cup; heedless, alas! How much runs over on the desert sands. To-day, when friends approach and every hour The little cup will hold not a bead more, Nor gives the jealous lord one diamond drop So to be husbanded for poorer days. [The foregoing selections are from Emerson's "Selected Poems." They are used by special permission of, and special arrangement with the authorized publishers, Houghton, Mifflin & Co.] |