faith, and the endless beauty of Creation, often save and sustain the Poet; and amidst such influences, his thoughts soar, eaglewinged, above the gloomy trammels of Earth. Yes, the struggle to the Poet is sometimes hard, when first, to speak strangely, he beholds the darkness of things. Think what the poet must suffer in youth, when those to whom he had given his friendship, or in whom he had placed his ample trust, prove faithless and false! Oh, what woe is there then for him! and yet, in spite of whatsoever experience the poet may be doomed to undergo, he can never be rendered individually suspicious or untrusting, as it is out of and against his nature.

One of the chief features of the Poet's great spirit is, his ever-ardent desire to do good; and nothing cheers him along the pathway of existence so much as the hope of

troubled Poet's soul is the study of the works of kindred spirits.

"At Sunset's hazy hour,

When all is bathed in mellow golden light;

I love me then to rest-high trees my bowerMy arms across some carved old trysting stileThinking alone!-while day glides into night."

being able to shed some true light about the world. The Poet is more or less ambitious, and hence comes upon his spirit much vexation. His ambition, however, is lofty and pure, and he will never allow a low motive to soil his fame if his genius be really true. True poetical genius is one of the mightiest proofs of the goodness of God.

The nature of the Poet is deeply sensitive and retiring. Possessing an unbounded love for the whole human race—that universal love, of which Christ is the great type-and a constant yearning after the happiness and spiritualization of the world. Yet we find him seeking seclusion and solitude, far away from the busy hum of men, in a quiet circle of tried and loving friends; if possible, amidst the untiring loveliness and beauty of religious nature. The sweetest Lethe for the troubled Poet's soul is the study of the works of kindred spirits.