Ichabod! | ||
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“But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.”
WORDSWORTH.
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.”
WORDSWORTH.
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ICHABOD!
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They say the world is grown so wise,And so diffused is Knowledge;
That soon the Vulgar may despise
All Lights from School, or College.
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That “Intellect's proud march” goes on,With strides so long and rapid;
All by laborious Learning won,
In by-gone days, is vapid.
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That each one now, by bold emprize,May be another's teacher:—
But—“Vanity of Vanities!”
Of old exclaim'd The Preacher.
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Nor can this be a Pride to me,Or make me lighter-hearted;
I only know, where e'er I go,
A Glory hath departed!
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The Glory of a Child-like FaithIn noble, generous feeling;
Of Loyalty, still true to Death,
To head and heart appealing.
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The Glory of a quiet LoveOf Home, and home-born pleasure,
Which, likening Earth to Heaven above,
There bade us lay up treasure!
VII
We now but woo the counterfeit!Of wealth and worldly glitter;
Until Life's goblet, once so sweet,
Becomes like wormwood—bitter!
VIII
How can this be a pride to me?Or make me lighter-hearted?
I only know, where e'er I go,
A Glory hath departed!
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Even in myself I feel a change!For many a glimpse elysian,
By worldly transmutation strange,
Hath vanish'd—like a Vision!
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There was a time when Hope was high,O'er every Fear victorious;
Life's onward Vista, to my eye,
With radiant Light was glorious;
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But darkening clouds have shadow'd o'erThat Vista—once so splendid;
And its first brightness—more and more
With gathering gloom is blended!
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XII
Can this, then, be a pride to me?Or make me lighter-hearted?
Only to know where e'er I go,
A glory hath departed!
XIII
One soothing, and sustaining Hope,Of Heaven-born Faith's creation,
Seems left—with whelming fears to cope,
And whisper consolation.
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There is a better world than this,Tho' mists and shadows hide it;
And there the soul may taste of bliss
In Earth's drear maze denied it
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For in that Light of sun-less rayNor sickness, sin, or sorrow
Can over-cloud its endless day,
Which fears no dark to-morrow!
XVI
May this, then, be a stay to me,And make me hopeful-hearted;
Trusting to know, when there I go,
A Glory hence departed!
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A POSTSCRIPT
SUGGESTED BY RECENT EVENTS IN PARIS.
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Madly to worship Liberty,And find her but a Name;
Appears the fittest destiny
Such votaries should claim.
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Freedom's true Lovers would revere,For such are good and wise,
All bonds which Man to Man endear
By kindred sympathies.
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III
Her's is a holy, righteous Cause,And in its fruits we scan
Loyal Obedience to The Laws,
Alike of God, and Man.
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Her precepts they have ne'er been taught,Who kindle Civil War,
And hail their Idol Juggernaut,
Thron'd on her bloody Car.
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True Freedom with such Harlot charmsDisdains to be allied;
Nor would she stoop to use the Arms
Of frantic fraticide.
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VI
She fans not lawless Discontent,To burst out into flame;
For Order is her element,
And Happiness her aim!
VII
Her still small voice, in firm appealTo Reason's rule, is heard;
Her conduct bears the stamp and seal
Of Truth—in Deed, and Word!
VIII
She does not seek to raise the lowBy levelling the high;
Or promulgating War, and Woe,
Rapine, and Anarchy.
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IX
Her Sceptre is no Scorpion-Rod,Mercy would blush to own;
By Love to Man, and Faith in God,
Her genial sway is known.
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Such is true Heaven-born Liberty!Unlike that Strumpet base,
Which they, in blind idolatry,
Have set up in her place!
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May Britain, by their woes made wise,To her own steps take heed;
Abhor their juggling sophistries,
And hold her ancient creed.
Ichabod! | ||