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Can defeat calculation and plan,

Baffle schemes ne'er so wisely designed, But will bow to the genius of man,

And acknowledge a sovereign mind.

REPOSE IN EGYPT.

O HAPPY mother!—while the man wayworn
Sleeps by his ass and dreams of daily bread,
Wakeful and heedful for thy infant care—
O happy mother !—while thy husband sleeps,
Art privileged, O blessed one, to see
Celestial strangers sharing in thy task,
And visible angels waiting on thy child.

Take, O young soul, O infant heaven-desired,
Take and fear not the cates, although of earth,
Which to thy hands celestial hands extend,
Take and fear not: such vulgar meats of life
Thy spirit lips no more must scorn to pass;
The seeming ill, contaminating joys,
Thy sense divine no more be loth to allow ;
The pleasures as the pains of our strange life
Thou art engaged, self-compromised, to share.
Look up, upon thy mother's face there sits
No sad suspicion of a lurking ill,

No shamed confession of a needful sin;
Mistrust her not, although of earth she too :
Look up! the bright-eyed cherubs overhead
Strew from mid air fresh flowers to crown the just.
Look! thy own father's servants these, and thine,
Who at his bidding and at thine, are here.

In thine own word was it not said long since

Butter and honey shall he eat, and learn
The evil to refuse and choose the good:
Fear not, O babe divine, fear not, accept;
O happy mother, privileged to see,
While the man sleeps, the sacred mystery.

LIPS, lips, open!

TO A SLEEPING CHILD.

Up comes a little bird that lives inside—

Up comes a little bird, and peeps, and out he flies.

All the day he sits inside, and sometimes he sings,

Up he comes, and out he goes at night to spread his wings.

Little bird, little bird, whither will you go?
Round about the world, while nobody can know.

Little bird, little bird, whither do you flee?

Far away around the world, while nobody can see.

Little bird, little bird, how long will you roam?
All round the world and around again home;

Round the round world, and back through the air,
When the morning comes, the little bird is there.

Back comes the little bird and looks and in he flies,
Up wakes the little boy, and opens both his eyes.

Sleep, sleep, little boy, little bird's away,
Little bird will come again, by the peep of day;

Sleep, little boy, the little bird must go
Round about the world, while nobody can know.
Sleep, sleep sound, little bird goes round,
Round and round he goes ;-sleep, sleep sound.

TRANSLATIONS FROM GOETHE.

OVER every hill

All is still;

In no leaf of any tree

Can you see

The motion of a breath.

Every bird has ceased its song,
Wait; and thou too, ere long,
Shall be quiet in death.

II

WHO ne'er his bread with tears hath ate,

Who never through the sad night hours
Weeping upon his bed hath sate,

He knows not you, you heavenly powers.

Forth into life you bid us go,

And into guilt you let us fall,

Then leave us to endure the woe

It brings unfailingly to all.

III

You complain of the woman for roving from one to another :

Where is the constant man whom she is trying to find!

IV

SLUMBER and Sleep, two brothers appointed to serve the immortals,

By Prometheus were brought hither to comfort mankind;

But what in heaven was light, to human creatures was heavy:

Slumber became our Sleep, Sleep unto mortals was Death.

OH, the beautiful child! and oh, the most happy mother! She in her infant blessed, and in its mother the babeWhat sweet longing within me this picture might not occasion,

Were I not, Joseph, like you, calmly condemned to stand by!

VI

DIOGENES by his tub, contenting himself with the sunshine, And Calanus with joy mounting his funeral pyre :— Great examples were these for the eager approving of Philip,

But for the Conqueror of Earth were, as the earth was, too small.

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URANUS.*

WHEN on the primal peaceful blank profound,
Which in its still unknowing silence holds
All knowledge, ever by withholding holds-
When on that void (like footfalls in far rooms),
In faint pulsations from the whitening East
Articulate voices first were felt to stir,

And the great child, in dreaming grown to man,

* This thought is taken from a passage on astronomy in Plato's Republic,' in which the following sentence occurs, vii. 529, D: 'We must use the fretwork of the sky as patterns, with a view to the study

which aims at these higher realities, just as if we chanced to meet with diagrams cunningly drawn and devised by Dædalus or some other craftsman or painter.'

Losing his dream to piece it up began ;
Then Plato in me said,

"Tis but the figured ceiling overhead,

With cunning diagrams bestarred, that shine.

In all the three dimensions, are endowed

With motion too by skill mechanical,

That thou in height, and depth, and breadth, and power,
Schooled unto pure Mathesis, might proceed
To higher entities, whereof in us

Copies are seen, existent they themselves

In the sole kingdom of the Mind and God.
Mind not the stars, mind thou thy Mind and God.'
By that supremer Word

O'ermastered, deafly heard

Were hauntings dim of old astrologies;

Chaldean mumblings vast, with gossip light
From modern ologistic fancyings mixed,
Of suns and stars, by hypothetic men
Of other frame than ours inhabited,
Of lunar seas and lunar craters huge.

And was there atmosphere, or was there not?
And without oxygen could life subsist?
And was the world originally mist ?—
Talk they as talk they list,

I, in that ampler voice,

Unheeding, did rejoice.

SELENE.

My beloved, is it nothing
Though we meet not, neither can,

That I see thee, and thou me,

That we see, and see we see,

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