The New York herald., 1875-08-30
And fresh espousals Of the soul and sense,

The bitter wine OF bounty Hled his cupY
We need ask; the unpropitious years
The hate OF Guelf the lordly
OF Della Scalas court, the Roman ban,
Were but a. cddying dust
To his hrm-centred trust;
For through that air without n star
Burned one unwaycring beacon from afar,
That kept him. his and ours, tho stern immortal man
What courtier, stuffed with smooth, accepted lore
or Songs patrician line
But shrugged his velvet shoulders all the more,
And heard, with bland, indugent face,
As who bestOws grace
The homely phrase that Shakespeare made divinef
So, now, the dainty souls that
Light stepping stones across shallow wave.
Shrink from the deeps of Gocthe's soundless songl
So now, the weak, imperfect fire
That knows but half OF passion and desire
Betrays itself to do the Master wrong
Turns, dazzled by his white, uncolored glow,
And deems ms sevenfod heat the wntry fash Of snow
Fate, IKE grudging child,
Herself once reconcied
To power by loss by suffering TO fame;
Weighing the Poets name
With blindness. exile. want and aims denied;
Or let faint spirits perish in their pride;
OR gave her Justice when its need had died,
But as If weary she
or struggle crowned by victory,
Him with the iargess Of her gifts she tried
Proud beauty TO the boy shc gave
lip that bubblcd song, yet lured tho bee;
An eye of light, forehead pure and free;
Strength as OF streams, and grace as OF tho wave
Round him the morning air
or life she charmed and made his pathway fair;
Lent Love her lightcst clain
That laid no BONDAGE on tho naughty brain,
And cheapened honors with new dsdain:
Kept, through the shocks OF Time,
For HIM the haven OF peace sublime,
And let his sight forerun
The sown achievement TO the harvest won
"
But Fortunes darling stood unspoiled:
Caressing Love and Pleasure
He let not 20 the impershable treasure
He thought, and sported caroed free, and toiled;
He stretched wide arms 10 clasp tho JOY OF Earth,
But delved in every field
OF action that ennobles through the
OF wholly used intelligence:
From lofticst pinnaces, that shone revealed
In pure poetic ether, he could bend
To win the little store
or humblest Iabors lore,
And give each face of Life the greeting Of friend
He taught and governed-knew the thankless days
OF service and dispraise;
He followed Science on her stormy ways;
He turned from princey state, TO heed
The single natures need,
And, through the chill of hostile years,
Never unlearned the noble shame of tearsi
Faced by fulfilled Ideals he aspircd
To win the perished secret OF their grace
To dover the earnest children of race
Toll never tanned nor acquisition tired
With Freedom born of Beauty land for them
His Titan soul combined
The passions Of the mind,
Which blood and time so long had held apart,
Till the white blossom of the Grecian art
The world saw shine more, upon Gothic stem
His measure would we mete9
II is that murmurs at our feet
Wait first upon the strand
A far shore glimmers-" Knowest thou the land"
Whence these gay flowers that breathe beside the
water?
Ask thou the Erl-Kng's daughter
1t is no cloud that darkens thus the shore;
Faust on his mantle passes DER,
The water roars, the water heayes,
The trembling waves divide
shape Of beauty rising cleaves
The green translucent tide
The shape is charm, the voice is spoel;
Then billowy arms our limbs entwine,
And, chill as the hidden heat of wine
We meet the shock Of the sturdy brine;
And We feel, beneath the surface flow,
The tug Of the powerful undcrtow,
That ceasclcssly gathers and sweeps
To broader surgcs and darker decps;
Till faint and brcathlcss, but hoae
Idly and listen 10 many note
From horns OF tho Tritons flung afar;
And see the watery rim,
The circlng Doridcs swim,
And Cypris, poised on her dove-drawn cart
Torn from the deepest caves,
Sea-bIooms brighten the waves;
The breaker throws pearls on the sand
And inlets pierce to the heart of the land,
Winding by dorf and MILL
Where the shores green and the waters stih
And the force, but now wild,
Mirrors the maiden and sports with the child
Spent from the sea- we gain its brink,
With soul aroused and limbs afame
Half arc we drawn, and haf we sink,
But rise no more the same.
o, meadows threaded by the silver Main
O. Saxon hills OF pine
Witch haunted HartZ, and thou,
Deep vale OF Ilmenau
Ye knew your poct and not onlyye;
The purple Tyrrhenc Sea
Not murmurs Virgil less, but him the more;
The Lar of naughty Rome
Gave the high guest a home
He dwells with Tasso Sorrento's shorel
The dcwy wild rose of his German lays,
Beside the classic cyclanen,
In many Sabine glen,
Swectens the calm Italian days
But pass the hoary ridge of Lebanon,
To where the sacred
Beams on Schiraz and 10 before the gates
Goethe the heir Of Hahz, waits.
Know We the turbaned brow the Persian guise,
The bearded lips, the deep yet laughing eyes2
cadence strange and strong
Fills each vouptuous song,
And kndles energy from old repose;
Even as first, amid the throes
OF the unquiet West,
He breatbed rcpose TO heal the old unresti
VIII
Dear is the minstrel, yet the man is more;
But should turn tho pages Of his brain,
The lighter muscle OF my verse would strain
And break beneath his lore
How charge with music powers so vast and free,
Save ono be great as heY
Behold him, as ye ioslc with the throng
Through narrow ways, that do your beings wrong
Self chosen lancs, wherein We press
In louder storm and Stress
Passing the lesser bounty by
Because the greater seems too high,
And that sublimest joy forego,
To seek aspire, and know
Behold in him, since our strong line began,
The first full -staturcd man
Dear is the minstrel, even to hearts Of prose
But he who Gets all aspiration free
l. dcarer 70 humanity.
Still through age the shadowy Leader goes;
Still whispers cheer, or waves hs warning sign
The who, most of mcn
Needed the parable from lips divine,
And made one talent ten
BAYARD TAYLOR
LITERARY CHIT CHAT.
Mr. Lawrence Huttons book on 60 Plays and Players
will be issued by IIurd Houghton about the middle
Of Scptember. An edition Of only five hundred was