Heed not the jav'lin's fury, regard not clashing of broadswords; But all-boldly amongst crowned heads and the rulers of empires Stalk, not shrinking abashed from the dazzling glare of the red gold, Not from the pomp of the monarch, who walks forth purple-apparelled: These things shew that at times we are bankrupt, surely, of Reason; When too all Man's life through a great Dark laboureth onward. For, as a young boy trembles, and in that mystery, Darkness, Sees all terrible things: so do we too, ev'n in the daylight, Ofttimes shudder at that, which is not more really alarming Than boys' fears, when they waken, and say some danger is o'er them. So this panic of mind, these clouds which gather around us, Fly not the bright sunbeam, nor the ivory shafts of the Day-star: Nature, rightly revealed, and the Reason only, dispel them. Now, how moving about do the prime material atoms Shape forth this thing and that thing; and, once shaped, how they resolve them; What power says unto each, This must be; how an inherent Elasticity drives them about Space vagrantly on ward; I shall unfold: thou simply give all thyself to my teaching. Matter mingled and massed into indissoluble union Does not exist. For we see how wastes each separate substance; So flow piecemeal away, with the length'ning cen turies, all things, Till from our eye by degrees that old self passes, and is not. Still Universal Nature abides unchanged as aforetime. Whereof this is the cause. When the atoms part from a substance, That suffers loss; but another is elsewhere gaining an increase: So that, as one thing wanes, still a second bursts into blossom, Soon, in its turn, to be left. Thus draws this Universe always Gain out of loss; thus live we mortals one on another. Bourgeons one generation, and one fades. Let but a few years Pass, and a race has arisen which was not as in a racecourse, One hands on to another the burning torch of Existence. FROM HOMER. N. I. SING, O daughter of heaven, of Peleus' son, of Achilles, Him whose terrible wrath brought thousand woes on Achaia. Many a stalwart soul did it hurl untimely to Hades, Souls of the heroes of old: and their bones lay strown on the sea-sands, Prey to the vulture and dog. Yet was Zeus ful filling a purpose; Since that far-off day, when in hot strife parted asunder Atreus' sceptred son, and the chos'n of heaven, Achilles. Say then, which of the Gods bid arise up battle between them? Zeus's and Leto's son. With the king was kindled his anger: Then went sickness abroad, and the people died of the sickness: For that of Atreus' son had his priest been lightly entreated, Chryses, Apollo's priest. For he came to the ships of Achaia, Bearing a daughter's ransom, a sum not easy to number: And in his hand was the emblem of Him, far darting Apollo, High on a sceptre of gold: and he made his prayer to the Grecians; Chiefly to Atreus' sons, twin chieftains, ordering armies: "Chiefs sprung of Atreus' loins; and ye, greaved Achaians! brazen So may the Gods this day, the Olympus-palacèd, grant you |