?68 CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR HO is the happy Warrior? WHO Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought In face of these doth exercise a power So often that demand such sacrifice; More skillful in self-knowledge, even more pure, Upon that law as on the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still And what in quality or act is best Doth seldom on a right foundation rest, And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired; Come when it will, is equal to the need: Is yet a soul whose master-bias leans It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this that he hath much to love: 'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high, Conspicuous object in a nation's eye, Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws Whom every man in arms should wish to be. William Wordsworth 269 THE WISE MAN'S PRIVILEGE1 SWEET WEET, when the great sea's water is stirred to his depths by the storm-winds, Standing ashore to descry one afar-off mightily struggling: Sweet 'tis to behold, on a broad plain mustering, war-hosts 1 From the second book of the De Rerum Natura. The translation is by Charles Stuart Calverley, and is reprinted with the permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc. Arm them for some great battle, one's self unscathed by the danger: Yet still happier this:-To possess, impregnably guarded, Those calm heights of the sages, which have for an origin Wisdom; Thence to survey our fellows, observe them this way and that way Wander amidst Life's paths, poor stragglers seeking a highway: Watch mind battle with mind, and escutcheon rival escutcheon; Gaze on that untold strife, which is waged 'neath the sun and the starlight, Up as they toil on the surface whereon rest Riches and Empire. Lucretius 270 THE RIDDLE OF THE WORLD1 NOW then thyself, presume not God to scan, K The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, 1 From the Essay on Man. With this passage may be compared certain "Thoughts" of Pascal. See Prose, pp. 307 ff., passim. 71 Created half to rise, and half to fall; Alexander Pope THE TWO DESERTS1 NOT To learn that we may spy Five thousand firmaments beyond our own. The best that's known Of the heavenly bodies does them credit small. Viewed close, the Moon's fair ball Is of ill objects worst, A corpse in Night's highway, naked, fire-scarred, accurst; And now they tell That the Sun is plainly seen to boil and burst Too horribly for Hell. So, judging from these two, As we must do, The Universe, outside our living Earth, Was all conceived in the Creator's mirth, Forecasting at the time Man's spirit deep, To make dirt cheap. Put by the Telescope! Better without it man may see, Stretched awful in the hushed midnight, The ghost of his eternity. Give me the nobler glass that swells to the eye The things which near us lie, Till Science rapturously hails, 1 Reprinted with the permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc. |