Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
WisdomCoventry Patmore (1823–1896)
W
And wake the foolish from his dream,
She must be glad as well as good,
And must not only be, but seem:
Beauty and joy are hers by right;
And knowing this, I wonder less
That she’s so scorned, when falsely dight
In misery and ugliness.
What’s that which Heaven to man endears,
And that which eyes no sooner see
Than the heart says, with floods of tears,
“Ah, that’s the thing which I would be!”
Not youth, impatient to disown
Those visions high, which to forget
Were worse than never to have known;
Not great men, even when they’re good:
The good man whom the Lord makes great,
By some disgrace of chance or blood
He fails not to humiliate:
Not these: but souls, found here and there,
Oases in our waste of sin,
Where every thing is well and fair,
And God remits his discipline;
Whose sweet subdual of the world
The worldling scarce can recognize,
And ridicule against it hurled,
Drops with a broken sting, and dies;
Who nobly, if they cannot know
Whether a ’scutcheon’s dubious field
Carries a falcon or a crow,
Fancy a falcon on the shield;
Yet ever careful not to hurt
God’s honor, who creates success,
Their praise of even the best desert
Is but to have presumed no less;
And should their own life plaudits bring,
They’re simply vexed at heart that such
An easy, yea, delightful thing
Should move the minds of men so much.
They live by law, not like the fool,
But like the bard, who freely sings
In strictest bonds of rhyme and rule,
And finds in them not bonds, but wings.
They shine like Moses in the face,
And teach our hearts, without the rod,
That God’s grace is the only grace,
And all grace is the grace of God.
Their home is home; their chosen lot
A private place and private name,
But, if the world’s want calls, they’ll not
Refuse the indignities of fame.