Brief is life, and brevity Briefly shall be ended: Death comes like a whirlwind strong, None shall be defended. Live this university, Men that learning nourish! Live each member of the same, Long live all that bear its name; Let them ever flourishi Live the commonwealth also, And the men that guide it! Live all gods! A health to you, Perish cares that pule and pine! Translated from the Latin by John Addington Symonds (1840-1893] LAURIGER HORATIUS LAUREL-CROWNED Horatius, * True, how true thy saying! Time, devouting, slaying. * For the original of this poem see page 3581. lusion of the Whole Matter 2777 Where are, oh! those goblets full Of wine, honey-laden, Strifes and loves and bountiful Grows the young grape tenderly, But the thirsty poet, see, If we may not kiss the girls, John Addington Symonds [1840-1893] NCLUSION OF THE WHOLE MATTER From "The House of a Hundred Lights " Sword Bearer only knows just when He'll wound art,-not I: He is the one who gives the balm, what does it urt, -Why then I'd simply cling to old gray Resignaskirt. anguages of earth in which the human kind confer r Speaker is the Tear; it is the Great Interpreter. is like a tide that weaves the sea within its daily rges, swells, and grows,-a pause-then comes the ng ebb. ugh field of earthly life I have reaped cause for enough, all, I think I've gleaned my modicum of Laughing Frederic Ridgely Torrence [1875 THE EARTH AND MAN A LITTLE Sun, a little rain, A soft wind blowing from the west And woods and fields are sweet again, And warmth within the mountain's breast. So simple is the earth we tread, So quick with love and life her frame: Ten thousand years have dawned and fled, And still her magic is the same. A little love, a little trust, A soft impulse, a sudden dream— And life as dry as desert dust Is fresher than a mountain stream. So simple is the heart of man, Stopford Augustus Brooke [1832 DESERVINGS THIS is the height of our deserts: A little rain, a little sun, A little sleep when work is done. A little righteous punishment, A little light to show the way, "A Little Work" ittle faith, in days of change, hen life is stark and bare and strange; ue it is that we cannot claim measured recompense or blame, cause our way of life is small: little is the sum of all. 2779 "A LITTLE WORK" From "Trilby " TLE work, a little play ep us going-and so, good-day! le warmth, a little light ve's bestowing-and so, good-night! le fun, to match the sorrow Unknown ch day's growing-and so, good-morrow! le trust that when we die cap our sowing! And so-good-bye! George du Maurier [1834-1896] THE CONDUCT OF LIFE INTEGER VITÆ* THE man of life upright, Whose guiltless heart is free The man whose silent days That man needs neither towers Nor armor for defense, Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence: He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes And terrors of the skies. Thus, scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, Good thoughts his only friends, And quiet pilgrimage. After Horace, by Thomas Campion (?-1619] *For the original of this poem see page 3578. |