And death be busy with all who strive--
Death, with silent negative.

YEA, AND NAY--
EACH HATH HIS SAY;
BUT GOD HE KEEPS THE MIDDLE WAY.
NONE WAS BY
WHEN HE SPREAD THE SKY;
WISDOM IS VAIN, AND PROPHESY.



Apathy and Enthusiasm.
(1860-1.)


I

O the clammy cold November,
And the winter white and dead,
And the terror dumb with stupor,
And the sky a sheet of lead;
And events that came resounding
With the cry that _All was lost_,
Like the thunder-cracks of massy ice
In intensity of frost--
Bursting one upon another
Through the horror of the calm.
The paralysis of arm
In the anguish of the heart;