The task and other poems . greatest mental babblings substitute, and lies? 24 Breathing out threatenings as of old,Against the dear lambs of his fold;And trembling destinies from God,By arrogance turned to a clod? 3 Behold him, sitting on a rockIn calm reflection. Shall v/e mockBecause at fountain pure he delvesFor knowledge,—in the things themselves? Philosopher of ancient days, 0 Aristotle, thee we praise. In reals thou didst find the power That smote the darkness of the hour, And gave to mind a healing balm, The harbinger of loves sweet calm. Another see, long hours of
The task and other poems . greatest mental babblings substitute, and lies? 24 Breathing out threatenings as of old,Against the dear lambs of his fold;And trembling destinies from God,By arrogance turned to a clod? 3 Behold him, sitting on a rockIn calm reflection. Shall v/e mockBecause at fountain pure he delvesFor knowledge,—in the things themselves? Philosopher of ancient days, 0 Aristotle, thee we praise. In reals thou didst find the power That smote the darkness of the hour, And gave to mind a healing balm, The harbinger of loves sweet calm. Another see, long hours of nightAlone, and with the stars for light;Recording facts and data clear,Tycho Brahe, as Keplers honor both for laws that proveOur Earth in Gods eternal groove. 25 O, fellow teachers, is it naughtThat men as chattels shall be boughtAnd sold; that youth and beauty lowIn grave of debauchee shall go? Awake! ResponsibilityDoth shake the gates eternityShall shut upon the stolid heartAnd say: *I know you not, 26 irnsttnct In woodland old my steps delayed,Where monarchs of the forest laid;A half-grown oak whose trunk I found,Full forty inches measured round, Into a perfect bow was bent,Its topmost branches downward wentAnd trailed the ground, but quite decayed,Which violence to law betrayed. Although its trunk developed yet, Its crown in death was firmly set. And branches with their leaves reversed. All downward turned, with death were cursed. But those that upward straight did leaves to light, no illness freak indeed! Descending bentIs that which in the sunshine meant 27 To lift its crown so proudly high, And with its comrades dare to vie, In search of sunshine, freedom, air, That strength and long life it might share. 1 stood in wonder, and, thus, I closer found that when a sapling, young,In height some fifteen feet among, The woodmans axe had lain lowA tree, three yards or soAway it stood; a branch outsentH
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