EXTRACT FROM PROMETHEUS. BY JAMES G. PERCIVAL. thoughts are boundless though our frames are frail, r souls immortal, though our limbs decay; gh darkened in this poor life by a veil suffering, dying matter, we shall play truth's eternal sunbeams; on the way eaven's high capitol our car shall roll; e temple of the power whom all obey, is the mark we tend to, for the soul ake no lower flight, and seek no meaner goal. it-though the flesh is weak, I feel ⇒ spirit has its energies untamed 184 PROMETHEUS. By all its fatal wanderings; time may heal The wounds which it has suffered; folly claimed Too large a portion of its youth; ashamed Of those low pleasures, it would leap and fly, Bore him with steeds of fire triumphant to the sky. We are as barks afloat upon the sea Helmless and oarless, when the light has fled, And kindling in the blaze around him shed, Our home is not on earth; although we sleep, Nor like a senseless brute its unknown journey take. his soul, the thundering voice that rings, e dark, damning moment, crimes of years, screaming like a vulture in his ears, le by one his thoughts and deeds of shame; wild the fury of his soul careers! rt eye flashes with intensest flame, e the torture's rack the wrestling of his frame. 186 PROMETHEUS. Our souls have wings; their flight is like the rush Darts his quick vision on his fated prey, And, gathering all his vigour, he is gone, We soar as proudly, and as quickly fall, This moment in the empyrean, then we sink, And wrapping in the joys of sense our all, The stream that flows from Heaven we cannot drink, Of pleasure's tempting current, till the wave Of what we might have been, and, idly brave, We take a short weak flight, and drop into the grave. SONG. BY GEORGE P. MORRIS. WHEN other friends are round thee, When other bays have crowned thee, Yet do not think I doubt thee; For all the world contains. And whatever fate betides me, This heart still turns to thee. |