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SOCRATES.
In the case of a name of such wide significance as Socrates, it were superfluous to encumber the page with any display of learned notes. Suffice it to say that everything in the ballad is strictly historical, and taken directly from the original authorities. The indifference shown by Socrates to the αναγκαι or necessary laws of physical science, as contrasted with the freedom of practical reason in which moral science delights, is distinctly emphasised by Xenophon in the opening chapters of the ‘Memorabilia’; and the argument with the atheist—a little perking, self-sufficing creature, as atheists are wont to be—will be found at full length in the same sensible and judicious writer. It is this argument, commonly called the argument from design, that, passing through the eloquent pages of Cicero in his book ‘De Naturâ Deorum,’ has formed the groundwork of all works on Natural Theology up to the present time; and it is an argument that, however misapplied here and there by shallow thinkers and presumptuous dogmatists, has its roots so deep in the instincts of all healthy humanity, and in the very essence of reason, that, though it may be illustrated indefinitely
Of the land where wisdom grew
Native to the soil, and beauty
Wisely wedded to the true.
Of that best lore which teaches man
In a reasoned world with reason
Forth to shape his human plan.
Sun or moon, or any star,
From all human purpose far.
Feeds the Sun, or how much he
Than the lady Moon is bigger
When she sails up from the sea.
Plumbs the deep and metes the skies;
Only one great truth concerns thee,
What is nearest to thine eyes.
Idle dream and barren guess;
This the text of thy wise preaching,
Reason's prophet, Socrates.
Nature reared with pious pains,
With no blood from boasted fathers
Flowing in his sober veins.
Plied his task from day to day;
For scant silver pennies moulding
Tiny statues from the clay.
To the God-sent voice within,
Forth he walked on lofty mission,
Truth to preach and souls to win.
Brooding o'er some nice conceit;
But where the many-mingling strife
Of man with man made quick the street,
In the market where for gain
Eager salesmen tempt the buyer;
By Athena's pillared fane;
Thunders from a brazen throat,
The scales that tremble on a vote;
Where the dead most honoured sleep,
In Piræus, where the merchant
Stores the plunder of the deep.
Looking blithely round; and ever
He was centre of the ring
Where the talk was swift and clever.
Buzzing in bright summer weather,
Flocked, to hear his glib discourse,
Sophist, sage, and fool together.
Strong with suasive word to sway;
Alcibiades, bold and brilliant,
Dashing, confident, and gay.
Sharp to wield the despot's power;
Aristippus, wise to pluck
The blossom from the fleeting hour.
Said in gods he could believe
If with eyes he might behold them;
What we see we must believe.
“Do you see yourself, or me?
You may see my hand, my fingers,
But myself you cannot see.
Delicate with dainty fish,
Though unseen, unnamed, unnoted,
'Twas a cook that sauced the dish.
Rock, and river, well combined,
But the showman lurks behind.
Of the star-bespangled pole,
What we see is but the outward
Seeming of the unseen soul.
Nothing works from reason free;
All within, without, around thee,
Holds a god that speaks to thee.”
Casting seeds of truth abroad,
Seeds that grow with faithful tendance
Up to central truth in God.
Weak eyes shrink when light is nigh,
Many love the dear delusion
That lends glory to a lie.
Idle danglers in the street,
When from front of vain pretender
Deft he plucked the crude conceit,
Rankling sore in bitter breast,
One departed, and another,
Like a bird with battered crest.
And with many a factious wile
Drugged the people's ear with slander,
Stirred their hearts with sacred bile.
At Religion's fretful call
He must answer for his teaching
In the solemn judgment-hall.
Subtle-tongued like any thong,
To convert most right to wrong.
And they doomed him there to die,
And he drank the deathful hemlock,
And he died, as wise men die,
With a bright, unweeping eye,
Marching with firm step to Hades,
When the word came from on high.
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