'Name and fame! to fly sublime Thro' the courts, the camps, the schools, Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied by the hands of fools. ‘Friendship !—to be two in one- 'Virtue !-to be good and just- Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. 'O! we two as well can look 'Fill the cup, and fill the can: 'Drink, and let the parties rave: For they know not what they mean 'He that roars for liberty Faster binds a tyrant's power; And the tyrant's cruel glee Forces on the freer hour. 'Fill the can, and fill the cup: 'Greet her with applausive breath, In her right a civic wreath, In her left a human head. 'No, I love not what is new; 'Let her go! her thirst she slakes 'Drink to lofty hopes that cool- 'Chant me now some wicked stave, 'Fear not thou to loose thy tongue; 'Change, reverting to the years, When thy nerves could understand What there is in loving tears, And the warmth of hand in hand. 'Tell me tales of thy first love- 'Fill the can, and fill the cup: And is lightly laid again. 'Trooping from their mouldy dens The chap-fallen circle spreads: Welcome, fellow-citizens, Hollow hearts and empty heads! 'You are bones, and what of that? 'Death is king, and Vivat Rex ! From the fashion of your bones. 'No, I cannot praise the fire Joints of cunning workmanship. 'Lo! God's likeness-the ground-plan- 'Drink to Fortune, drink to Chance, Hob-and-nob with brother Death! 'Thou art mazed, the night is long, 'Youthful hopes, by scores, to all, Unto me my maudlin gall And my mockeries of the world. 'Fill the cup, and fill the can: V The voice grew faint: there came a further change: Once more uprose the mystic mountain-range : Below were men and horses pierced with worms, By shards and scurf of salt, and scum of dross, A little grain of conscience made him sour.' Cry to the summit, 'Is there any hope?' IX THE TWO VOICES A STILL Small voice spake unto me, Were it not better not to be?' Then to the still small voice I said To which the voice did urge reply; ; Come from the wells where he did lie. 'An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk: from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. 'He dried his wings: like gauze they grew; I said, 'When first the world began, 'She gave him mind, the lordliest Proportion, and, above the rest, Dominion in the head and breast.' Thereto the silent voice replied; 'Self-blinded are you by your pride: Look up thro' night: the world is wide. 'This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. 'Think you this mould of hopes and fears It spake, moreover, in my mind: Then did my response clearer fall: To which he answer'd scoffingly; 'Or will one beam be less intense, Is cancell'd in the world of sense?' I would have said, 'Thou canst not know, But my full heart, that work'd below, Rain'd thro' my sight its overflow. Again the voice spake unto me: 'Thou art so steep'd in misery, Surely 'twere better not to be. |