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THE POST OF HONOR.
Let Heaven-eved Prudence battle with Desire,
And win the victory, though it be through fire.
Go swim at Newport to come home and sink
When the grim Notary drags you to the brink;
Play with old ocean, wanton as you will,
Time writes no wrinkles on a six months" bill.
And win the victory, though it be through fire.
Go swim at Newport to come home and sink
When the grim Notary drags you to the brink;
Play with old ocean, wanton as you will,
Time writes no wrinkles on a six months" bill.
Where lies true Honor? Turn the glass once more,
A few brief pictures, and the scene is o'er,
All the procession may not pass to-night;
Enough if sketches show my purpose right.
A few brief pictures, and the scene is o'er,
All the procession may not pass to-night;
Enough if sketches show my purpose right.
The painter's skill life's lineaments may trace,
And stamp the impress of a speaking face;
The chisel's touch may make that marble warm
Which glows with all but breathing manhood's form,—
But deeper lines, beyond the sculptor's art,
Are those which write their impress on the heart.
On Talfourd's page what bright memorials glow9
Of all that's noblest, gentlest, best below!
And stamp the impress of a speaking face;
The chisel's touch may make that marble warm
Which glows with all but breathing manhood's form,—
But deeper lines, beyond the sculptor's art,
Are those which write their impress on the heart.
On Talfourd's page what bright memorials glow9
Of all that's noblest, gentlest, best below!
