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And my midsummer snow;
Open the daunting map beneath, -

All his county, sea and land,
325 Dwarfed to measure of his hand;

His day's ride is a furlong space,
His city-tops a glimmering haze.
I plant his eyes on the sky-hoop bounding:

• See there the grim gray rounding 330 Of the bullet of the earth

Whereon ye sail,
Tumbling steep
In the uncontinented deep.'

Ile looks on that, and he turns pale. 335 'Tis even so, this treacherous kite,

Farm-furrowed, town-incrusted sphere,
Thoughtless of its anxious freight,
Plunges eyeless on forever ;

And he, poor parasite,
340 Cooped in a ship he cannot steer,

Who is the captain he knows not,
Port or pilot trows not,
Risk or ruin he must share.

I scowl on him with my cloud,
345 With my north wind chill his blood ;

I lame him, clattering down the rocks ;
And to live he is in fear.
Then, at last, I let him down
Once more into his dapper town,

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329. The small-souled man whom the mountain is jeering is bidden scan the horizon and see the immensity of the universe in which his little earth is rolling. The petty soul trembles before this vastness as the looked for mighty one was to comprehend and weigh it all in his balances. The contrast is between the blind animal-man, overpowered by nature, and the god-like woul-man serenely ruling nature.

350 To chatter, frightened, to his clan,

And forget me if he

can.

As in the old poetic fame
The gods are blind and lame,

And the simular despite
355 Betrays the more abounding might.

So call not waste that barren cone
Above the floral zone,
Where forests starve :

It is pure use; 360 What sheaves like those which here we glean and

bind
Of a celestial Ceres and the Muse ?

Ages are thy days,
Thou grand affirmer of the present tense,

And type of permanence !
365 Firm ensign of the fatal Being,

Amid these coward shapes of joy and grief,
That will not bide the seeing !
Hither we bring

Our insect miseries to thy rocks;
370 And the whole flight, with folded wing,

Vanish, and end their murmuring, -
Vanish beside these dedicated blocks,
Which who can tell what mason laid ?

Spoils of a front none need restore, 375 Replacing frieze and architrave;

Yet flowers each stone rosette and metope brave; 352. Fame, common story.

374. In remote allusion to the removal to England of the Elgin marbles from the Parthenon at Athens; there was much discussion as to the right of England to these spoils, which were granted by the Turkish government, and a murmur in Greece after ipdependence was obtained, that they should be restored.

Still is the haughty pile erect
Of the old building Intellect.

Complement of human kind,
380 Having us at vantage still,

Our sumptuous indigence,
O barren mound, thy plenties fill !
We fool and prate;

Thou art silent and sedate.
385 To myriad kinds and times one sense

The constant mountain doth dispense ;
Shedding on all its snows and leaves,
One joy it joys, one grief it grieves.

Thou seest, О watchman tall,
390 Our towns and races grow and fall,

And imagest the stable good
In shifting form the formless mind,
And though the substance us elude,

We in thee the shadow find.
395 Thou, in our astronomy

An opaker star,
Seen haply from afar,
Above the horizon's hoop,

A moment, by the railway troop,
400 As o'er some bolder height they speel, -

By circumspect ambition,
By errant gain,
By feasters and the frivolous,

Recallest us, 405 And makest sane. 393. The mountain is but the image of the stable good : that good is the invisible substance, of which the mountain is the visible shadow. The good is ever shifting to us, but the type of good is fixed.

401. Circumspect ambition, errant, i. e., travelling gain, fead srs, and frivolous, – these are all part of the railway troop.

Mute orator/ well skilled to plead,
And send conviction without phrase,
Thou dost succor and remede

The shortness of our days, 410 And promise, on thy Founder's truth,

Long morrow to this mortal youth.

APPENDIX.

(LOWELL's poem on Agassiz presents many aspects of that remarkable man. The stimulus which he gave in this country to scientific research was followed by results in other departments of human learning, for the method employed in scientific study finds an application in history and literature also. In the study of literature the first lesson is in the power of seeing what lies before the student on the printed page, and the following sketch, which was published shortly after Agassiz’s death, is given here, both because it is so entertaining an account of a student's experience, and because it points so clearly to the secret of all success in study, both of science and of literature.]

IN THE LABORATORY WITH AGASSIZ.

BY A FORMER PUPIL.

It was more than fifteen years ago that I entered the laboraůry of Professor Agassiz, and told him I bad enrolled my name in the scientific school as a student of natural history. He asked me a few questions about my object in coming, my antecedents generally, the mode in which I afterwards proposed to use the knowledge I might acquire, and finally, whether I wished to study any special branch. To the latter I replied that while I wished to be well grounded in all departments of zoology, I purposed to devote myself specially to in. secto.

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