New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-12-27

Men work for food in daily dreams,
They eat their food in daily dreams,
Believe the false that only seems,
And doubt the truth that comes in gleama;
Mistaking images that pass
Away, like faces from the glass,
Or wind that sweeps the seeded grass, -.
For substances, alas alas
The Petrol, bird of storms, is found
Five hundred leagues from any ground e
He dwells on the Atlantic wave;
He screams above the sailors grave.
How many tens of centuries
Ere mankind built their theories,
Swimming the foamy tracks Of whales,
Did ne outride the stoutest gales,
Upon three thousand miles of sea
From land to land perpetually
Rolling ard not wave could stay,
From day to night, from night to day,
Without IN anthem Where are gone
The anthem, and the sea birds moan
Where ia the splendor of the morn
That rose on seas, ere man was porn
Where are the roses of the years,
Ere Mother Eve knew mother s cares
Where is the clang of Tubal,Cain's
First brass, and where are JubaPs stralns
Where is the rainbow Noah saw
And heard a law, or thought law 2
The rainbow fades, the beauty lives
The creature falls, the race survives.
The Individual is form,
b. a leeting shade aliteral worm,
sA a sough breathed by the passing breeze
~ Entangled in the boughs Of trees.
o mother, still thy beating heart;
father keeping far apart
From this dear child. believe his soUl
liz mingled with the perfect Whole.
Antagonist to Time and Space,
Mind spurns crcumscribed place,
Reviews the childhood of the race
And seeks the Author, face to face
And rushes on to know the end,
Then falls, it trusts, before friend,
Pleading for answer to its fear
Is answered: Man upon the bier
Is further answered, lest despair
Should iall to beating empty air:
THE Son Of Man was everywhere,
When there was no Earth anywhere
when neither Matter was, nor Law,
when no space was, nor nebula.
1t bows, it trusts, before friend
What is the end : What is the end I
And still the answer from the drear
Abyss is Man upon the bier;'
But answers whisper from above,
Lo, God is Great, and God is Love
Before the awful mysteries,
Before the vast sublimities,
fall upon my knees and pray;
20 pass the Night, and come the Day!
o, mocking Hope o, idle Trust!
AS well be dsst and wed with dust,
And sleep with worms when all is hEshed
From individual being thrust.
The life had, before my birth
Into this life of tears and mirth,
Circled In oceans round the earth,
You say, Well, that was little worth.
/ must rejoice in my own being
Short sighted, must love my seeing;
l do not want Omniscient eyes
The pleasure is in the surprise.
The recognition of the trees,
Which all men feel, ard no man sees,
The friendly nod Of all the flowers,
That greet me in the Summer hours,
Ia dear to me, their fellow creature.
And known out through the veil of Nature;
A something would be lost from all,
If were pretegnatura.
What n,onstrous creeds our heads invent!
Twixt our content and discomfort
There is so short an interval,
We would be nought by being ALL
Caa your eyes upward to the stars,
cry he superb astronomers
lie maAie them, He is very great,
And they are dust beneath HE feet.
know lie, stars in bulk are great;
Jnweighed, l cannot guess their weight;
know that they are tar apart
There is more space within my heart.
further than from the furt hest star,
o where my lamp and Bible are,
ly thought can reach. The e, Tnest soul
.s in nutshell holds the whole.
o, am greater than the stars
our wondrous systems are the bars
{ this stage of Development
turn from them in discomfort
ask for insight into Life,