Earnest toil and strong endeavor And without, with tireless vigor, Guided thus, how passing lovely O'er life's humblest duties throwing All which glows in Pascal's pagesAll which sainted Guion sought, Or the blue-eyed German Rahel Half-unconscious taught:— Beauty, such as Goethe pictured, Such as Shelley dreamed of, shed Living warmth and starry brightness Round that poor man's head. Not a vain and cold ideal, Not a poet's dream alone, But a presence warm and real, Seen and felt and known. When the red right hand of slaughter Moulders with the steel it swung, When the name of seer and poet All bright thoughts and pure shall gather Take the good man's book and ponder If it only serves to strengthen If the pride of human reason If with readier ear thou heedest Thou mayest live to bless the giver, And his gift, though poor and lowly LEGGETT'S MONUMENT. "YE build the tombs of the prophets."-HOLY WRIT. YES-pile the marble o'er him! It is well That ye who mocked him in his long stern strife, The ploughshares of your hatred hot from hell, Of the brave heart beneath, but of the builders' shame! |