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On Sundays, at the matin-chime, The Alpine peasants, two and three, Climb up here to pray; Burghers and dames, at summer's prime, Ride out to church from Chamberry, Dight with mantles gay, But else it is a lonely time Round the Church of Brou.

Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.

Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge.

This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims.

And see all sights from pole to pole And glance, and nod, and bustle by, And never once possess our soul Before we die.

But each day brings from its pretty dust Our soon choked souls to fill.

The Greek word euphuia, a finely tempered nature, gives exactly the notion of perfection as culture brings us to perceive it; a harmonious perfection, a perfection in which the characters of beauty and intelligence are both present, which unites "the two noblest of things"--as Swift . . . most happily calls them in his Battle of the Books, "the two noblest of things, sweetness and light."

The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and the passion for making them prevail.

The kings of modern thought are dumb.

Six years--six little years--six drops of time.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

On one she smiles, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere--we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child!--it was the bliss within.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.

Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep; It hears a voice within it tell: Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires.