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To mingle with sensation, it destroys, -
Leaves nothing but the sordid lust of self,
The grovelling hope of interest and gold,
Unqualified, unmingled, unredeemed
Even by hypocrisy.

And statesmen boast
Of wealth! The wordy eloquence, that lives
After the ruin of their hearts, can gild
The bitter poison of a nation's woe;
Can turn the worship of the servile mob
To their corrupt and glaring idol, Fame,
From Virtue, trampled by its iron tread, -
Although its dazzling pedestal be raised
Amid the horrors of a limb-strewn field,
With desolated dwellings smoking round.
The man of ease, who, by his warm fireside,
To deeds of charitable intercourse,
And bare fulfilment of the common laws
Of decency and prejudice, confines
The struggling nature of his human heart,
Is duped by their cold sophistry ; he sheds
A passing tear perchance upon the wreck
Of earthly peace, when near his dwelling's door
The frightful waves are driven,– when his son
Is murdered by the tyrant, or religion
Drives his wife raving mad. But the poor man,
Whose life is misery and fear and care ;
Whom the morn wakens but to fruitless toil ;
Who ever hears his famished offspring's scream ;
Whom their pale mother's uncomplaining gaze
For ever meets, and the proud rich man's eye
Flashing command, and the heart-breaking scene
Of thousands like himself ;-he little heeds
The rhetoric of tyranny. Ilis hate
Is quenchless as his wrongs; he laughs to scorn
The vain and bitter mockery of words,
Feeling the horror of the tyrant's deeds,
And unrestrained but by the arm of power,

That knows and dreads his enmity.

The iron rod of Penury still compels
Her wretched slave to bow the knee to wealth,

And poison with unprofitable toil
A life too void of solace, to confirm
The very chains that bind him to his doom.
Nature, impartial in munificence,
Has gifted man with all-subduing will :
Matter, with all its transitory shapes,
Lies subjected and plastic at his feet,
That, weak from bondage, tremble as they tread.
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stilling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care !

X many a vulgar Cato has compelled
Is energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail !

w many a Newton, to whose passive ken
ose mighty spheres that gem infinity
re only specks of tinsel fixed in heaven
light the midnights of his native town!

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every slave now dragging through the filth some corrupted city his sad life, ning with famine, swoln with luxury, Blunting the keenness of his spiritual sense

th narrow schemings and unworthy cares, madly rushing through all violent crime o move the deep stagnation of his soul, Might imitate and equal.

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Is venal. Gold or fame will surely reach
The price prefixed by selfishness, to all
But him of resolute and unchanging will ;
Whom nor the plaudits of a servile crowd,
Nor the vile joys of tainting luxury,
Can bribe to yield his elevated soul
To Tyranny or Falsehood, though they wield
With blood-red hand the sceptre of the world.

All things are sold. The very light of heaven
Is venal : earth’s unsparing gifts of love,
The smallest and most despicable things
That lurk in the abysses of the deep,
All objects of our life, even life itself,
And the poor pittance which the laws allow
Of liberty,—the fellowship of man,
Those duties which his heart of human love
Should urge him to perform instinctively,
Are bought and sold as in a public mart
Of undisguising Selfishness, that sets
On each its price, the stamp-mark of her reign.
Even love is sold. The solace of all woe
Is turned to deadliest agony: old age
Shivers in selfish beauty's loathing arms,
And youth's corrupted impulses prepare
A life of horror, from the blighting bane
Of commerce ; whilst the pestilence that springs
From unenjoying sensualism has filled
All human life with hydra-headed woes.

Falsehood demands but gold to pay the pangs
Of outraged conscience ; for the slavish priest
Sets no great value on his hireling faith :
A little passing pomp, some servile souls
Whom cowardice itself might safely chain,
Or the spare mite of avarice could bribe,
To deck the triumph of their languid zeal,
Can make him minister to tyranny.
More daring crime requires a loftier meed :
Without a shudder the slave-soldier lends
His arm to murderous deeds, and steels his heart
When the dread eloquence of dying men,

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Low mingling on the lonely field of fame,
Assails that nature whose applause he sells
For the gross blessings of the patriot mob,
For the vile gratitude of heartless kings,
And for a cold world's good word,—viler still !
There is a nobler glory which survives
Until our being fades, and, solacing
All human care, accompanies its change ;
Deserts not virtue in the dungeon's gloom,
And, in the precincts of the palace, guides
His footsteps through that labyrinth of crime;
Imbues his lineaments with dauntlessness,
Even when from power's avenging hand he takes
Its sweetest, last, and noblest title-death;
-The consciousness of good, which neither gold,
Nor sordid fame, nor hope of heavenly bliss,
Can purchase ; but a life of resolute good,
Unalterable will, quenchless desire
Of universal happiness, the heart
That beats with it in unison, the brain
Whose ever-wakeful wisdom toils to change
Reason's rich stores for its eternal weal.
This "commerce ” of sincerest virtue needs
No mediative signs of selfishness,
No jealous intercourse of wretched gain,
No balancings of prudence, cold and long :-
In just and equal measure all is weighed ;
One scale contains the sum of human weal,
And one, the good man's heart.

How vainly seek
The selfish for that happiness denied
To aught but virtue ! Blind and hardened they
Who hope for peace amid the storms of care,
Who covet power they know not how to use,
And sigh for pleasure they refuse to give !

ladly they frustrate still their own designs ;
Ind, where they hope that quiet to enjoy

hich virtue pictures, bitterness of soul,
ning regrets, and vain repentances,

sease, disgust, and lassitude, pervade néir valueless and miserable lives.

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Ba: biary-beaded Secsess has fel
Its death-low, and is tottering to the grave.
A brighter mon avais the beman day;
Włen every transfer of earth's natural gifts
Sha:l be a commerce of good words and works;
When poverty and wealth, the thirst of fame,
The fear of infamy, disease and woe,
War with its mi..ion horrors, and berce beil,
Shall live but in the memory of Time,
Who, like a penitent libertine, shali start,
Look back, and shudder at his younger years.

VI.

All touch, all eye, all ear,
The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.

O'er the thin texture of its frame
The varying periods painted changing glows;

As on a summer even,
When soul-enfolding music floats around,

The stainless mirror of the lake

Re-images the eastern gloom, Mingling convulsively its purple hues

With sunset's burnished gold.

Then thus the Spirit spoke : “It is a wild and miserable world,

Thorny, and full of care,
Which every fiend can make his prey at will.
O Fairy! in the lapse of years

Is there no hope in store?

Will yon vast suns roll on
Interminably, still illuming
The night of so many wretched souls,

And see no hope for them?
Will not the Universal Spirit e'er
Revivify this withered limb of heaven?”

The Fairy calmly smiled
In comfort, and a kindling gleam of hope

Suffused the Spirit's lineaments. “Oh! rest thee tranquil ; chase those fearful doubts,

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