shines like the prophet's,
THE FALL-(See ADAM.) FALSEHOOD-(See DECEIT.)
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind)
Faith is the sun of life; and her countenance To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
For she has looked upon God; the heaven on And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears,
Draws she with chains down to earth, and the And slits the thin-spun life.
New Jerusalem sinketh,
Splendid, with portals twelve, in golden vapors descending.
From the Swedish of TEGNER.
O thou of little faith, lift up thine eyes!
Are the ten thousand glorious stars of night
But a vain dream, because thy feeble sight
May not behold them in the noonday skies?
MRS. HOWITT.
They most aspire, who, meekly, most adore;
Therefore the Godlike Comforter's decree,
"His sins be loosened who hath faith in me."
E. L. BULWER.
What so foolish as the chase of Fame?
How vain the prize! how impotent our aim!
For what are men who grasp at praise sublime
But bubbles on the rapid stream of time,
That rise and fall, that swell, and are no more,
Born and forgot, ten thousand in an hour.
Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed,
And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds;
On both his wings-one black, the other white-
Bears greatest names in his wild airy flight.