Oh, rash! (I smile) to pledge my hidden wheat. I fold to-day at altars far apart Hands trembling with what toils? In their retreat I seal my love to-be, my folded art. I light the tapers at my head and feet, ALICE MEYNELL. Ode to Duty "Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eò perductus, ut non tantum rectè facere possim, sed nisi rectè facere non possim." TERN Daughter of the Voice of God! STER O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: But Thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand fast! Serene will be our days and bright, And they a blissful course may hold Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried, The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, But in the quietness of thought: I feel the weight of chance desires: Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, To humbler functions, awful Power! The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live' WORDSWORTH, |