selfishness, ever shines attractively our Polar Star:

6.6

"When from the lips of Truth one mighty breath

Shall, like a whirlwind scatter in its breeze

The whole dark pile of human mockeries,
Then shall the reign of Mind commence on earth
And starting fresh, as from a second birth,
Man, in the sunshine of the world's new spring,
Shall walk transparent like some holy thing."

Already, see, the hallowed branches wave!
Hark! sounds tumultuous shake the trembling cave!
Far, ye profane! far off! with beauteous feet
Bright Phoebus comes, and thunders at the gate;
See! the glad sign the Delian Palm hath given;
Sudden it bends; and, hovering in the Heaven,
Soft sings the swan with melody divine :

BURST OPE, YE BARS! YE GATES, YOUR HEADS DECLINE!
DECLINE YOUR HEADS! YE SACRED DOORS EXPAND!

HE COMES THE GOD OF LIGHT! THE GOD'S AT HAND!
Begin the song; and tread the sacred ground
In mystic dance symphonious to the sound.
Begin, young men! Apollo's eyes endure
None but the good, the perfect, and the pure,
Who view the God are great, but abject they
From whom he turns his favouring eyes away;
All piercing God! in every place confess'd,
We will prepare, behold thee, and be bless'd;
He comes, young men ! nor silent should ye stand
With harp or feet, when РнBUS is at HAND."

Now let us chaunt our breviary, And show our friends our aviary, Is not this good behaviour, eh?

Bird of the night! Minerva bade thee fly

Only at length, when dusky evening fades, That then to heights of metaphor thine eye Might dart, or dive in allegory's shades; To know, and with thy knowledge be discreet, Close with the many, freely with the wise To hold communion, still to keep thy seat, When birds of lighter feather think to rise.

Quick, with the lightening fire she caught from Jove,
High Pallas saw thee, not in form alone,
But thy wrapt mind, life's common place above,
She mark'd, adopted, claim'd thee for her own.
Gave thee life's best, first, last, essential boon,

Clear, as the northern lights in ether play,
From her own forehead, as the nightly moon
Wears the calm reflex of the solar ray.

The sister Muses, singly floating by,
Pausing in reverence at her behest,
Pour'd spirit on thy sense, entranced thine eye,
And in the world's oblivion gave thee rest :
Taught thee how high Olympus was not all
A baseless fable, feigned, and false, and far;
Unfolded Chaos to thee, and the fall

Of proud Prometheus, and the Titan war;

Young conquering Bacchus, not the reeling clown,
The wine-drunk God to sensual mortal sense,
But the flush'd Hero worthy of his crown,

The guerdon gained from Heaven's Omnipotence.
Taught thee, how feathered Mercury doth glide
Invisible on earth, and rise sublime,

Lifting dull sense through Heaven's high portal wide,
Where living mortal never hoped to climb.

Not wooden Hermes with the timber toe,
Nor Vatican Apollo though he be,

Nor Vulcan with the vulgar fire below,

Nor Venus from Apelles' hand just free. Unveiled the Eleusinian mystic rite,

Sad Ceres, and the ravish'd Proserpine, Hades, and Styx, and Erebus, and night,

Nox, O Noctua! clear as day was thine.

Glorious Apollo, and the Python slain

By his bright arm, and virtue's deadlier hate, Old Saturn in his golden youth again,

On food like this she bade thee ruminate.

And thou wilt still feed on, and drink thy fill, Through musing generations yet unborn, Drink Wisdom from the pure Parnassian rill, And ruminate on Amalthæa's horn.

Blind world! seems not this owl a type of thee?
All light of learning darkness to the masses?
Look! of what use for wisdom are the glasses,
The blazing candles and the torches ?
Alas! the broad light only scorches;
THE ANIMAL WON'T SEE.