The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-06-29
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CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR.

By William Wordsworth. Who is the happy warrior? Who is he That in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit who when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought; Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright; Who with natural instinct to discern What knowledge perform, is diligent to learn, Abides by this resolve and stops not there. But makes his moral being his prime care; Who doomed to go. in company with pain the bloodshed-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In fact of these doth exercise a power Which is our human natures highest dower Controe then and subdues, transmutes bereaves Of their bad influence and their good receives; By objects which might force the soul to abate Her feeling rendered more compassionate Is placable because occasions rise that demand such sacrifice; More skful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more more able to endure AS exposed to suffering and distress; Thence, also. alive to tenderness. Iris he whose law is reason; who depends Upon law the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still To evil for guard against whose il!, what in quality.or act is best Doth seldom right foundation rest. He fixes good good alone. and owes To virtue every triumph that he knows Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means, and there will stand On honorable terms or else retire And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust and to the same Keeps faithful with singleness of aim, And therefore does not stoop, nor lie In wait For wealth honors worldly state; Whom they must follow. whose head must fall ~S Whose powers shed round him, in the common strife Or mild concerns of ordinary life, constant influence, peculiar grace But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which heaven has joined Great issues. good or bad for human Kind, happy a lover, and attred
 With sudden brightness, like a man inspired; And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made what he foresaw; Or if an unexpected call succeed
 Come when it will, is equal to the need He who, though thus endued with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence who master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at heart. and such fidelity
 It his darling passion to approve; More for this. that he hath much to love. Iris, finally, the man who lifted high,
 Conspicuous object in nations eye,
 Or left unthought of in obscurity-
 Who, with toward untoward lot, Prosperous adverse, to his wish or not, Plays in the many games of life that Where what he most doth value must be Whom neither shape of danger dismay Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
 Who, not content that former worth stand fast Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well better daily self -surpassed Who whether praise of him must walk the earth Forever and to noble deeds give birth,
 Or he go to dust without his fame
 And leave dead unproftable
 Finds comfort in himself and in his cause,
 And while the mortal mist Is gathering dravs His breath in confidence of heavens applause.
 This the happy warrior this is he
 That every in arms should wish to Dc.