THE MEN OF OLD I KNOW not that the men of old Of heart more kind, of hand more bold, I heed not those who pine for force As if they thus could check the course Still it is true, and over-true, That I delight to close This book of life self-wise and new, The daylight of contentedness That on those faces shone! With rights, though not too closely scanned, Enjoyed, as far as known,— With will by no reverse unmanned,— With pulse of even tone, They from to-day and from to-night Expected nothing more, 8 16 Than yesterday and yesternight Had proffered them before. To them was life a simple art Of duties to be done, A game where each man took his part, A battle whose great scheme and scope Man now his Virtue's diadem 24 32 Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them, Like instincts, unawares: Blending their souls' sublimest needs With tasks of every day, They went about their gravest deeds, And what if Nature's fearful wound For that their love but flowed more fast, Not conscious what mere drops they cast A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet; 40 48 It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet; For flowers that grow our hands beneath Our hearts must die, except they breathe Yet, Brothers, who up Reason's hill Advance with hopeful cheer, Oh! loiter not, those heights are chill, And still restrain your haughty gaze, The loftier that ye go, Remembering distance leaves a haze 1838. On all that lies below. 56 64 Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton. THE LOTOS-EATERS COURAGE!" he said, and pointed toward the land, “This mounting wave will roll us shoreward In the afternoon they came unto a land stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. |