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'HE Master stood upon the mount, and taught.
He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; • The old law,' they said, “is wholly come to nought !
Behold the new world rise!'
* Was it,' the Lord then said, with scorn ye saw The old law observed by Scribes and Pharisees? I say unto you, see ye keep that law
More faithfully than these!
Too hasty heads for ordering worlds, alas ! Think not that I to annul the law have willid; No jot, no tittle from the law shall pass,
Till all hath been fulfill’d.'
So Christ said eighteen hundred years ago.
To clear the new world's way?
Religious fervours! ardour misapplied ! Hence, hence,' they cry, 'ye do but keep man blind! But keep him self-immersed, preoccupied,
And lame the active mind.'
Ah! from the old world let some one answer give : 'Scorn ye this world, their tears, their inward cares ? I say unto you, see that your souls live
A deeper life than theirs.
Say ye: “The spirit of man has found new roads, And we must leave the old faiths, and walk therein ?'— Leave then the Cross as ye have left carved gods,
But guard the fire within!
Bright, else, and fast the stream of life may roll,
Which perishes of cold.'
Here let that voice make end; then, let a strain
These men's profoundest mind:
· Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully
That men did ever find.
Which has not taught weak wills how much they can? Which has not fall’n on the dry heart like rain ? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man:
Thou must be born again !
Children of men! not that your age excel
The Friend of man desires.'
IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF
IN front the awful Alpine track
Crawls up its rocky stair ; The autumn storm-winds drive the rack, Close o'er it, in the air.
Behind are the abandon'd baths 13
Mute in their meadows lone;
The white mists rolling like a sea !
I turn thy leaves ! I feel their breath
Fly hence, poor wretch, whoe'er thou art,
A fever in these pages burns
Yes, though the virgin mountain air
Though here a mountain-murmur swells
Yet, through the hum of torrent lone,