1841. War to the last he waged with all O Time! whose verdicts mock our own, That poor old exile, sad and lone, 48 A ICHABOD DANIEL WEBSTER, 1850 So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn The glory from his gray hairs gone Revile him not, the Tempter hath A snare for all; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, Befit his fall! Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age, Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains; A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone; from those great eyes The soul has fled: When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead! 8 12 16 20 24 28 32 1850. Then, pay the reverence of old days Walk backward, with averted gaze, And hide the shame! John Greenleaf Whittier. THERE WAS A BOY cliffs THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye Across the watery vale, and shout again, 20 10 36 With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake. This boy was taken from his mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old. Preeminent in beauty is the vale Where he was born and bred: the churchyard hangs Upon a slope above the village-school; And through that church-yard when my way has led On summer-evenings, I believe, that there 1800. William Wordsworth 30 RUTH SHE stood breast high amid the corn Who many a glowing kiss had won. 4 On her cheek an autumn flush, 8 Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, 12 1827. And her hat, with shady brim, Sure, I said, Heav'n did not mean, Thomas Hood. 16 20 STEPPING WESTWARD What, you are stepping westward?" -'T would be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam The dewy ground was dark and cold; I liked the greeting; 't was a sound 16 8 |