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Article NOTES ON LITERATURE, SCIENCE, AND ART. ← Page 3 of 4 →
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Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.
Which pours its radiance round immortal Truth , — To wile the sunshine from Life ' s fleeting hours , And spread it o ' er the paths of Right and Worth ; Whose gentle soul beams like a lover ' s eyes O ' er every genius-written , tuneful page , Begetting kindred love for all that ' s pure , And trueand beautifulbegetting hate
, ; "For rank hypocrisy and heartless pride , For f oiil injustice , cowardice , and crime ; To thee a youthful rhymer would present A iouquet form'd of simple , wilding flowers , Gather'd in leisure moments , here and there , Along the busy road of daily life ; A humble tribute to thifted mind
y g , A token of unfeigned gratitude From one whom thou hast honour'd , and to whom Thy kindly hand hath written words of joy . May health be thine , through many happy years , And every blessing crown thy worthy life ; May love encompass thee , and consecrate Thy heart ' s desires—the yearnings of thy soul ,
With joys perennial , and eternal peace . Thy country ' s honour , and the people ' s pride , The conquests of thy genius still reward . May time but add fresh honour to thy bays , And sanctify thy spirit with pure joy : And o ' er that scroll whereon proud Fame records The noble worth of Britons , great and good , May TENNYSON ' S loved name for ever gleam 1 "
Saw you ever a more beautiful Dedication , gentle readers ? Had he substituted the fine old English word of Posy—hallowed to me by the use of our good old English poets in the past , and by the dear innocent lips of children in the present—instead of the ( to us ) really useless French bouquet , the Dedication would have been quite perfect , and equal to the Laureate ' s own famous Dedication- of his Idylls of the King to the memory of the Prince who " held them dear . "
" The Ministry of Nature " could only have been written by a hand whose heart beat in sympathy with the universe , of which it is a part . Here is a truly Masonic passage , which the Grand Orient of France would do well to ponder at present : —
" Nay , worship none but God alone , our Father ! Arise ! and listen to the voice of Love ; Fulfil the noble mission here assign'd thee , Then share the mansions of thy Lord above . With simple faith , and uniform obedience , The path of duty follow undismay'd ; Study thy life-chart by the light of conscience , And upward , onward , of no toil afraid , — and
Scorning impossibilities danger , And ever buoy'd by humble , earnest trust , — Press to the goal with ceaseless , bold endeavour , — Trample self-yearnings iiv the abject dust ; Nourish despair by no debased inaction , But through Life's pilgrimage , determined , plod ; And , in a heart of hallow'd aim and purpose , Cherish the right , and do it ; trust in God I "
How fine the simile : — " As rosy Morning steals Night ' s sable mantle From sleeping Nature ' s dew-bespangled breast , So sped the fleeting charms which lull'd my senses , " etc . And the following is applicable to those who , like George the Second , " don't lite
Poetry and JBainting " : — " Yes I there are those who scorn the poet ' s numbers , His loftiest flights regard as idle dreams ,
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Notes On Literature, Science, And Art.
Which pours its radiance round immortal Truth , — To wile the sunshine from Life ' s fleeting hours , And spread it o ' er the paths of Right and Worth ; Whose gentle soul beams like a lover ' s eyes O ' er every genius-written , tuneful page , Begetting kindred love for all that ' s pure , And trueand beautifulbegetting hate
, ; "For rank hypocrisy and heartless pride , For f oiil injustice , cowardice , and crime ; To thee a youthful rhymer would present A iouquet form'd of simple , wilding flowers , Gather'd in leisure moments , here and there , Along the busy road of daily life ; A humble tribute to thifted mind
y g , A token of unfeigned gratitude From one whom thou hast honour'd , and to whom Thy kindly hand hath written words of joy . May health be thine , through many happy years , And every blessing crown thy worthy life ; May love encompass thee , and consecrate Thy heart ' s desires—the yearnings of thy soul ,
With joys perennial , and eternal peace . Thy country ' s honour , and the people ' s pride , The conquests of thy genius still reward . May time but add fresh honour to thy bays , And sanctify thy spirit with pure joy : And o ' er that scroll whereon proud Fame records The noble worth of Britons , great and good , May TENNYSON ' S loved name for ever gleam 1 "
Saw you ever a more beautiful Dedication , gentle readers ? Had he substituted the fine old English word of Posy—hallowed to me by the use of our good old English poets in the past , and by the dear innocent lips of children in the present—instead of the ( to us ) really useless French bouquet , the Dedication would have been quite perfect , and equal to the Laureate ' s own famous Dedication- of his Idylls of the King to the memory of the Prince who " held them dear . "
" The Ministry of Nature " could only have been written by a hand whose heart beat in sympathy with the universe , of which it is a part . Here is a truly Masonic passage , which the Grand Orient of France would do well to ponder at present : —
" Nay , worship none but God alone , our Father ! Arise ! and listen to the voice of Love ; Fulfil the noble mission here assign'd thee , Then share the mansions of thy Lord above . With simple faith , and uniform obedience , The path of duty follow undismay'd ; Study thy life-chart by the light of conscience , And upward , onward , of no toil afraid , — and
Scorning impossibilities danger , And ever buoy'd by humble , earnest trust , — Press to the goal with ceaseless , bold endeavour , — Trample self-yearnings iiv the abject dust ; Nourish despair by no debased inaction , But through Life's pilgrimage , determined , plod ; And , in a heart of hallow'd aim and purpose , Cherish the right , and do it ; trust in God I "
How fine the simile : — " As rosy Morning steals Night ' s sable mantle From sleeping Nature ' s dew-bespangled breast , So sped the fleeting charms which lull'd my senses , " etc . And the following is applicable to those who , like George the Second , " don't lite
Poetry and JBainting " : — " Yes I there are those who scorn the poet ' s numbers , His loftiest flights regard as idle dreams ,