4. I'll rather take what fruit may be "T is held that sorrow makes us wise, Whatever wisdom sleep with thee. CIX. Arthur's gifts 1. Heart-affluence in discursive talk of head and From household fountains never dry; That saw thro' all the Muses' walk; 2. Seraphic intellect and force To seize and throw the doubts of man; 3. High nature amorous of the good, But touch'd with no ascetic gloom; 4. A love of freedom rarely felt, Of freedom in her regal seat Of England; not the schoolboy heat, The blind hysterics of the Celt; 5. And manhood fused with female grace In such a sort, the child would twine A trustful hand, unask'd, in thine, And find his comfort in thy face; 6. All these have been, and thee mine eyes Have look'd on: if they look'd in vain, My shame is greater who remain, Nor let thy wisdom make me wise. Arthur's influence on all he met was wonderful. CX. 1. Thy converse drew us with delight, 2. On thee the loyal-hearted hung, The proud was half disarm'd of pride, 3. The stern were mild when thou wert by, 4. While I, thy nearest, sat apart, And felt thy triumph was as mine; And loved them more, that they were thine, The graceful tact, the Christian art; 5. Nor mine the sweetness or the skill, CXI. He was abso- 1. The churl in spirit, up or down lutely genuine and sincere. Along the scale of ranks, thro' all, 2. The churl in spirit, howe'er he veil His want in forms for fashion's sake, 3. For who can always act? But he, The gentleness he seem'd to be, 4. Best seem'd the thing he was, and join'd To noble manners, as the flower 5. Nor ever narrowness or spite, 6. And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, CXII. His character 1. High wisdom hoids my wisdom less, was uniquely perfect. That I, who gaze with temperate eyes Set light by narrower perfectness. 2. But thou, that fillest all the room On souls, the lesser lords of doom. 3. For what wert thou? Some novel power Sprang up for ever at a touch, And hope could never hope too much, In watching thee from hour to hour, |