XL. CONTINUED. “YET life," you say, “is life; we have seen and see, And with a living pleasure we describe ; Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth and glee XLI. CONTINUED. WINGS have we,➡and as far as we can go Blank ocean and mere sky, support that mood Dreams, books, are cach a world; and books, we know, Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, There find I personal themes, a plenteous store, To which I listen with a ready car; And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb. XLII. CONCLUDED. NOR Can I not believe but that hereby XLIII. TO H. R. HAYDON. HIGH is our calling, Friend !—Creative Art Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! XLIV. FROM the dark chambers of dejection freckl, Rise, GILLIES, rise: the gales of youth shall bear In wrath) fell headlong from the fields of air, And reason govern that audacious flight Which heaven-ward they direct.-Then droop not thou. Erroneously renewing a sad vow In the low dell 'mid Roslin's faded grove: A cheerful life is what the Muses love, |