Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1843-05-19
From Blackwood for April.
TO THE IDEAL-By SCHILLER.

THeN wilt thou, with thy fences holy
Wilt thou, faithless, ny from me?
With thy joy, thy melancholy,
Wilt thou thus relentless freel
O Golden Time, o Human May,
Can nothing Fleeing One thee restraint
Must thy sweet river glide away
Into the eternal Ocean Mains
The suns serene are.lost and vanished
That wont the path OF youth to gild.
And all the fair Ideals banished
From that wild heart they whlom filled.
Gone the divine and sweet believing
In dreams which Heaven itself unfurled
What godike shapes have years bereaving
Swept from this real work day world!
As once, with fearful passion fired,
The Cypian Sculptor clasped the stone
Till the colo cheeks, new lightlnspred,
Hlushed to swee; life the marble grown;
So YOUTHS desire for Nature round
The Statue so my arms wreathed
Till warmth and life in mine II found,
And breath that poets reathe-it breathed.
With my own burning thoughts it burned;-
Its silence stirred TO speech divine;-
Its lips my glowing kiss returned -
Its heart in beating answered mine!
How fair was then the hower-the tree!-
How silver. sweet the fountains fall
The souless had soul TO me!
My life its own life lent to all
The Universe of Things seemed swelling
The painting heart to burst its bound,
And wandering Fancy found dwelling
In every shape-hought deed, and sound.
Germed in the mystic buds, reposlng,
A whole creation slumbered mute,
Alas, when from the buds enclosing,
How scant and blighted sprung the fruit!
How happy in his dreaming error,
His own gay valor for his wing,
OF not one care as vet in terror
Din youth upon his journey spring.
Till floods Of balm, thought airs dominion,
Bore upward TO the falntest STAR
For never aught to that bright pinion
Cou'd dwell too high, or spread too far
Though laden with delight, bow lightly
The wanderer heavenward still could soar,
And ave the ways Of life how brightly
The airy Pageant danced before!-
Love, showcrlng gifts Qiies sweetesO down,
Fortune, with golden garands gay,
And Fame, with starbeams for a crown,
And Truth, whose dwelling is the Day.
All midway soon, lose evermore,
Afar the bhe companions stray
In vain their fnithless steps explore,
AS one by one they glide away.
Fleet Fortune was the first escaper-
The thirst for wisdom fingered yet;
But doubts with many a gloomy vapor
The sun shape of the Truth beset
Behold the mean mans temples wore!
And but for one short spring day breathing,
Bloomed Love-,he Beautifil--nc more.
And ever stlller yet, and ever
The barren path more lonely lay
Till wanting Hope could scarcely CULVER
Along the darky widening way.
Who, loving, fingered yet TO guide me,
When all her boon companions fed 7
Who stands consoling still beside me,
And follows to the House of Dread
Thine, Friendship! thine the hand so tender
Thine the balm dropping on the wound
Thy tnsk-the load more light 10 render,
o, earliest sought and soonest found!
And thou, SO pleased with her uniting
To charm ia sou!-stJrm mt peace,
Sweet Toll! in itself lighting.
Thf' more j. horaA. So 60 Il ceasei
Though pnt ny grams, thou aid the pale
The vast Eternity uprears-
At least thou strk'st from Tine the while,
Life's dcbt-the minutes, days, and years.t