And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. |
Another race hath been, and other palms are won./ Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/ Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. |
Another year! - another deadly blow!/ Another mighty empire overthrown!/ And we are left, or shall be left, alone. |
As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie/ Couched on the bald top of an eminence. |
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. |
As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. |
As if the man had fixed his face, In many a solitary place, Against the wind and open sky! |
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! |
At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. |
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can. |
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! |
Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years |
Blessed barrier between day and day. |
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares! |
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven! |