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Verse 4, lines 5, 6. Our faculties develop, and we realize, for example, the beauty of Nature which was not apparent to the Greeks of Plato’s time (see p. 379; see also p. 283). Verse 9, l. 5, 6. Imagination teaches us heroism. In the italicized verses, “our war” is, of course, the strife of our material existence: we can face with courage the mischances of life, seeing that “My Lady Romance,” the soul which is our higher nature, must persist through life and after death. (“Barrière,” barrier.)

We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.

George Eliot (Middlemarch).

The stars make no noise.

Irish Proverb.

WHO FANCIED WHAT A PRETTY SIGHT

Who fancied what a pretty sight

This rock would be if edged around

With living snow-drops? circlet bright!

How glorious to this orchard ground!

Who loved the little rock, and set

Upon its head this coronet?

Was it the humour of a child?