NOT IN VAIN. LET me not deem that I was made in vain, Which Fate, in working its sublime intent, HARTLEY COLERIDGE. ALL APPOINTED. HOU camest not to thy place by accident, THOU It is the very place God meant for thee; And shouldst thou there small scope for action see, Do not for this give room to discontent; In idly dreaming how thou mightest be In what concerns thy spiritual life, more free For presently this hindrance thou shalt find RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. HOW soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great task-Master's eye. JOHN MILTON. TO MR. CYRIACK SKINNER. "YRIACK, this three-years-day these eyes, though CYRIAG clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, Content, though blind, had I no better guide. JOHN MILTON. MIL TILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour: Of stagnant waters; altar, sword, and pen, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, 1802. CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. HO is the happy warrior? Who is he WHO That every man in arms should wish to be? - It is the generous spirit who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought; Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright; Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care; Who, doomed to go in company with pain And fear and bloodshed miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower: Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives; By objects which might force the soul to abate Her feeling rendered more compassionate; Is placable, because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, Whence, in a state where men are tempted still Who, if he rise to station of command, Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall, Whose powers shed round him, in the common strife Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined With sudden brightness, like a man inspired; Come when it will, is equal to the need: - He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, |