Man, the microcosm . d am are wholly were the grace wouldst thou give thine for mine. 74 THE MICROCOSM. Let Love but enter, it converts the churl,And makes the miser lavish as an earl;The strict walls of his prison, giving way,Fall outward and let in the light of day ;Released from base captivity to upwards soars into a nobler self ;And hands, that once did nought but clutch and hoardNow emulate the bounty of the Lord ;Hold up a mirror, that reflects the faceOf Him whose heart is love and man-ward grace. O how unlike to this, so chaste, , benevolent and ki
Man, the microcosm . d am are wholly were the grace wouldst thou give thine for mine. 74 THE MICROCOSM. Let Love but enter, it converts the churl,And makes the miser lavish as an earl;The strict walls of his prison, giving way,Fall outward and let in the light of day ;Released from base captivity to upwards soars into a nobler self ;And hands, that once did nought but clutch and hoardNow emulate the bounty of the Lord ;Hold up a mirror, that reflects the faceOf Him whose heart is love and man-ward grace. O how unlike to this, so chaste, , benevolent and that base thing, defiling and defiled,Born of unbridled lusts and passions soon of all the virtues rings the knellAnd sends its subjects headlong down to hell!The hidden canker of a vicious heartSpreads mortal sickness to the farthest part ;Th* infected body rots from day to dayTill death contemptuous calls the soul away,To its own place its sentence to fulfill,Let him that filthy is be filthy <q ^PM O O) in^ I THE MICROCOSM. 75 Charity—Physician—Opiferque per Orbem Dicor!^ O ye, devoted to the Healing Art,By solemn consecration, set apartTo be the ministers of God aboveIn the sublime Activities of Love ;Whose special function tis to give reliefIn the dark hours of suffering and of grief;Between the living and the dead to standWhere fall the shafts of death on either hand ;Without one thought of flight, to still maintainPerpetual battle with the Powers of Pain ;With a fine arrow from a well bent bowTransfixing fatally the murdrous foe ;And with an arm made powerful to save,Snatching the destined victims of the grave ;—The lofty nature of your office cannot magnify the same too much,Which Tullyt even, eloquently that which lifts man nearest to the gods. * This motto of the Medical Society of New Jersey is taken from the fable ofPhoebus and Daphne in Ovids Metamorphoses, Lib. I., v. 521-522. Phcebus is re-presented as saying : I
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