er,
And learn that Truth and wisdom
Have many items more; [10]
That when a wrong is done us,
It stirs no thought of strife;
And Love becomes the substance,
As item, of our life;
That every ragged urchin, [15]
With bare feet soiled or sore,
Share God's most tender mercies,--
Find items at our door.
Then if we've done to others
Some good ne'er told before, [20]
When angels shall repeat it,
'T will be an item more.
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The Oak On The Mountain's Summit
Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand,--
Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand,--
Nature divine, in harmony profound,
With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. [5]
And thou, majestic oak, from yon high place
Guard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace,--
And from thy lofty summit, pouring down
Thy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown?
Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel, [10]
To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;
A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me
To love the Hebrew figure of a tree.
Faithful and patient be my life as thine;
As strong to wrestle with the storms of time; [15]
As deeply rooted in a soil of love;
As grandly rising to the heavens above.
Isle Of Wight
Written on receiving a painting of the Isle
Isle of beauty, thou art singing [20]
To my sense a sweet refrain;
To my busy mem'ry bringing
Scenes that I would see again.
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Chief, the charm of thy reflecting, [1]
Is the moral that it brings;
Nature, with the mind connecting,
Gives the artist's fancy wings.
Soul, sublime 'mid human _debris_, [5]
Paints the limner's work, I ween,
Art and Science, all unweary,
Lighting up this mortal dream.
Work ill-done within the misty
Mine of human thoughts, we see [10]
Soon abandoned when the Master
Crowns life's Cliff for such as we.
Students wise, he maketh now thus
Those who fish in waters deep,
When the buried Master hails us [15]
From the shores afar, complete.
Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordling
In a beauty strong and meek
As the rock, whose upward tending
Points the plane of power to seek. [20]
Isle of beauty, thou art teaching
Lessons long and grand, to-night,
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