safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope. 7. Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine Providence has found for you; the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. 8. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort and advancing on Chaos and the Dark. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. SELECTIONS UNDER CHAPTER III. MORALITY DOMINANT. RHODORA. ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THIS FLOWER? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. EACH AND ALL. Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, I brought him home, in his nest, at even; The delicate shells lay on the shore; With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid, As 'mid the virgin train she strayed, Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, "I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth." The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine cones and acorns lay on the ground; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. COLUMBUS. [This poem is taken from the complete works of Joaquin Miller, copyrighted, published by the Whitaker Ray Company, San Francisco.] Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said, "Now must we pray, "My men grow mutinous by day, My men grow ghastly pale and weak." Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, 'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"" They sailed, and sailed, as winds might blow, Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas has gone, Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate; "This mad sea shows its teeth to-night. He curls his lips, he lies in wait With lifted teeth as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck - It grew, a starlight flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn, He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!" JOAQUIN MILLER. |