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Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Look out if yonder be not day again That's the appropriate country; there, man's Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; On a tall mountain, citied to the top, All the peaks soar, but one the rest excels; No! yonder sparkle is the citadelīs Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights: Our low life was the level's and the night's; Step to a tune, square chests, erect each head,* ' This is our master, famous, calm and dead, He, whom we convoy to his grave aloft, He was a man born with thy face and throat, Long he lived nameless: how should spring Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone! Moaned he, "New measures, other feet anon! No, that's the world's way: (Keepthe moun- He knew the signal, and stopped on with pride Left play for work, and grappled with the "What's in the scroll," quoth he, "thou Theirs who most studied man, the bard and sage,-- Straight got by heart that book to its last page: Yea, but we found him bald too, eyes like lead, "Time to tast life," another would have said, This man said rather Actual life comes next? Grant I have mastered learning's crabbed text, Let me know all! Prate not of most or least, Even to the crumbs I'd fain eat up the feast, Oh, such a life as he resolved to live, When he had gathered all books had to give! Image the whole, then execute the parts-- Quite, ere you build, ere steel strike fire from
(Here's the town-gate reached: there's the Yea, this in him was the peculiar grace That before living he'd learn how to live-- Earn the means first--God surely will contrive Others mistrust and say, "But time escapes: He said, "What's time? Leave Now for dogs Back to his book then: deeper drooped his head: Leaden before, his eyes grew dross of lead: "Now, master, take a little rest !"--not he! Step two abreast, the way winds narrowly!) Back to his studies, fresher than at first, He (soul-hydroptic with a sacred thirst) Oh, if we draw a circle premature. Greedy for quick returns of profit, sure Was it not great? did not he throw on God, God's task to make the heavenly period Did not he magnify the mind, show clear He would not discount life, as fools do here, He ventured neck or nothing--heaven's success "Wilt thou trust death or not?" He answered That low man seeks a little thing to do, This high man, with a great thing to pursue, That low man goes on adding one to one, This high man, aiming at a million, That, has the world here--should he need the This, throws himself on God, and unperplexed So, with the throttling hands of death at strife, Still, through the rattle, parts of speech were He settled Hoti's business--let it be!-- Gave us the doctrine of the enclitic De, Well, here's the platform, here's the proper All ye highfliers of the feathered race, Here's the top-peak; the multitude below This man decided not to Live but Know-- Here - hereīs his place, where meteors shoot, Stars come and go! Let joy break with the Lofty designs must close in like effects: Leave him - still loftier than the world suspects,
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