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To note the fashions of the cross,
Of those that stand alone,
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.
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XXXIX.
Life, and Death, and Giants
Such as these, are still.
Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill,
Beetle at the candle,
Or a fife's small fame,
Maintain by accident
That they proclaim.
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XLI.
REMEMBRANCE.
Remembrance has a rear and front, --
'T is something like a house;
It has a garret also
For refuse and the mouse,
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Besides, the deepest cellar
That ever mason hewed;
Look to it, by its fathoms
Ourselves be not pursued.
FORGOTTEN.
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There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables,--
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.
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Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory!
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Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul 'forgot'!
XXXII.
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It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer remained our side.
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How excellent the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
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