Into the fifth himself he flings, And conscious Law is King of kings. To play his sweet will, glad and wild; What recks such Traveller if the bowers A bunch of fragrant lilies be, Or the stars of eternity? Alike to him the better, the worse, The glowing angel, the outcast corse. And lo! he passes like the breeze; He hides in pure transparency; Thou askest in fountains and in fires, He is the axis of the star; He is the sparkle of the spar; He is the heart of every creature: He is the meaning of each feature; And his mind is the sky, Than all it holds more deep, more high.' MONADNOC. THOUSAND minstrels woke within me, 'Our music's in the hills;' Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. ' Up! —If thou knew'st who calls To twilight parks of beech and pine, Above the ploughman's highest line, Over the owner's farthest walls! Up! where the airy citadel O'erlooks the surging landscape's swell! Let not unto the stones the Day Her lily and rose, her sea and land display. Read the celestial sign! Lo! the south answers to the north; Bookworm, break this sloth urbane; A greater spirit bids thee forth Than the gray dreams which thee detain. Mark how the climbing Oreads Beckon thee to their arcades! Youth, for a moment free as they, I heard, and I obeyed, - Ere yet the summoning voice was still, I turned to Cheshire's haughty hill. From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed, Like ample banner flung abroad To all the dwellers in the plains Round about, a hundred miles, With salutation to the sea, and to the border ing isles. In his own loom's garment dressed, By his proper bounty blessed, Fast abides this constant giver, Pouring many a cheerful river; Unploughed, which finer spirits pile, The people's pride, the country's core, Pillar which God aloft had set So that men might it not forget; Pasture of pool-haunting herds, |