Thou seest,--and he would gaze till it became The world, and man himself, appeared a scene Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale He died, this seat his only monument. If Thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Instructed that true knowledge leads to love, Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, II. CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior? Who is he What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; In face of these doth exercise a power So often that demand such sacrifice; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, "Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Who comprehends his trust, and to the same For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state; Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which heaven has join'd With sudden brightness like a Man inspired; Come when it will, is equal to the need: Is yet a Soul whose master bias leans To home-felt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Are at his heart; and such fidelity |