. The Orange blossom . whatsoever book ofhis we are, we are still among les miserables. This is why Hugo maintains and retainspopularity among Americans. His instinct is the human instinct which is the Americaninstinct. Hugos heroes are such a contribution to the life of the world as that they nevercan be done without. In another place I have at length written my heart conceptions ofthese heroes; and so no word for them here save only to say that they have come tostay because they ought. The first time I was in Paris I went to the Pantheon, and though a year and morehad vanished since the peop
. The Orange blossom . whatsoever book ofhis we are, we are still among les miserables. This is why Hugo maintains and retainspopularity among Americans. His instinct is the human instinct which is the Americaninstinct. Hugos heroes are such a contribution to the life of the world as that they nevercan be done without. In another place I have at length written my heart conceptions ofthese heroes; and so no word for them here save only to say that they have come tostay because they ought. The first time I was in Paris I went to the Pantheon, and though a year and morehad vanished since the people had buried Victor Hugo there, I found the dusky room inwhich he lay forever asleep, piled with flowers that though they were withered seemednot to have withered with the passing of the year. And these will be emblematical of theman and his service. Because he grew flowers in his heart, and for the heart, thoseflowers can never wither, but remain as flowers at summer daybreaks, pearled with dew. —William A. 182 THE COUNTRY TO THE CITY. I am so tired of this monotony, This treadmill toil day after weary day,Why can I not break suddenly away And hasten down the gleaming road to thee!Thy thoroughfares are all so broad and free, And crowded with a life so bright and gayI should forget the deadly-dull array Wrought into everything we ever see: —I should forget—and feel my spirits thrill With powers and purposes unknown before,And swiftly learning how to read thy will, Reach up into thy most transcendent store,—Yea, I shall come, surmounting every ill, This dumb despair shall cling to me no more! THE CITY TO THE COUNTRY. And I am weary of the restless round Which hastens forward every hastening hourWith such brief respite of the quiet power Wherein the deepest happiness is desire upon the wheel is bound, And though the lights gleam out from many a towerAs hope and joy bestow their shifting dower, Success like this is only let me come b
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