Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life, to light the fires of passion with, from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number. HYPERION. I hear a voice that cries, "Alas! alas! Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be.” DECEMBER 30. "What a noble figure! What grace! what attitudes ! How much soul in every motion ! Every step is a word; and the whole together a poem !" HYPERION. O graceful form, that cloud-like floatest on We speak of a Merry Christmas, THE MEETING. Oh! how many disappointed hopes, how many bitter recollections, how much of wounded pride and unrequited love, were in those tears through which he read, on a marble tablet in the chapel wall opposite, [St. Gilgen] this singular inscription: "Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart." HYPERION. Life is real! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! A PSALM OF Life. NATURE. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away How far the unknown transcends the what we know. |