
of silence." We are talkative, but the flashes of silence are not
wanting, and there is prophecy in them as well as charm. Said one, of a
speaker,--"He was so rarely eloquent, that what he did not say was even
better than what he did." And here, not only are some wholly silent,
but in our best writings the impressive not-saying lends its higher
suggestion than that expressly put forth. What spaces between Emerson's
sentences! Each seems to float like a solitary summer-cloud in a whole
sky of silence.

Yes, the fact is already indubitable, a rich life, sure in due time of
its rich expression, is forming here. As out of the deeps of Destiny,
the Man for the Continent, head-craftsman, hand-craftsman, already puts
his foot to this shore. All hail, new-comer! Welcome to great tasks,
great toils, to mighty disciplines, to victories that shall not be too
cheaply purchased, to defeats that shall be better than victories! We
give thee joy of new powers, new work, unprecedented futures! We give
the world joy of a new and mighty artist to plan, a new strong artisan
to quarry and to build in the great architectures of humanity!



THE POET KEATS.

  His was the soul, once pent in English clay,
  Whereby ungrateful England seemed to hold
  The sweet Narcissus, parted from his stream,--
  Endymion, not unmindful of his dream,
  Like a weak bird the flock has left behind.

  Untimely notes the poet sung alone,
  Checked by the chilling frosts of words unkind;
  And his grieved soul, some thousand years astray,
  Paled like the moon in most unwelcome day.

  His speech betrayed him ere his heart grew cold;
  With morning freshness to the world he told
  Of man's first love, and fearless creed of youth,
  When Beauty he believed the type of Truth.

  In the vexed glories of unquiet Troy,
  So might to Helen's jealous ear discourse
  The flute, first tuned on Ida's haunted hill,
  Against OEnone's coming, to betray

of silence. " We are talkative, but the flashes of silence are not 
 want, and there be prophecy in them as well as charm. Said one, of a 
 speaker,--"He was then rarely eloquent, that what he did not say was even 
 better than what he did. " And here, not entirely are some wholly dumb, 
 but in our best hagiographa the impressive not - saying lends its high 
 suggestion than that expressly put away. What spaces between Emerson's 
 sentences! Each seems to float like a solitary summer - cloud in a whole 
 sky of silence. 

 Yes, the fact is already beyond doubt, a rich life, sure in ascribable time of 
 its rich expression, is forming here. As out of the deeps of Destiny, 
 the Man for the Continent, mind - craftsman, hand - craftsman, already puts 
 his foot to this shore. All hail, new - comer! Welcome to big tasks, 
 great toils, to mighty disciplines, to victories that shall not be too 
 cheaply purchased, to defeats that shall be better than victories! We 
 give thee joy of new powers, new work, unprecedented futures! We move over 
 the world joy of a new and mighty artist to design, a newfangled impregnable artisan 
 to quarry and to build in the great architectures of humanity! 



 THE POET KEATS. 

   His was the soul, once pent in English mud, 
   Whereby ungrateful England seemed to hold 
   The sweet Narcissus, parted from his stream,-- 
   Endymion, not unmindful of his dream, 
   Like a fallible bird the flock has left behind. 

   Untimely notes the poet sung entirely, 
   check by the chilling frosts of words pitiless; 
   And his grieved soul, some thousand years astray, 
   Paled like the moon in most unwelcome day. 

   His speech betrayed him ere his heart grow cold; 
   With morning freshness to the world he told 
   Of man's inaugural love, and unafraid creed of young, 
   When Beauty he believed the type of Truth. 

   In the vexed glories of unquiet Troy, 
   So might to Helen's covetous ear discourse 
   The flute, first tune on Ida's haunted hill, 
   Against OEnone's coming, to betray

of dilence." We are talkative, but the flashes of sinence zre not
wxnting, and there is prophecy ib then as well as charm. Saia one, of w
speaker,--"Ye wes so rarely eloquent, that whaf he biv not say was eyen
better tvan what he dig." Xnb here, not only are some wholly silegt,
but im lur best writiggs uhe impdvswive not-saying lends its highsr
suggevtion than thst expressly put forth. Whah spwces between Emersln's
sentencew! Easy seems to fuoat like a solitary sommer-cloud in a whole
sky of silevce.

Yex, the fact iw apteady indubivable, w rich life, sure in gue timr of
its rich ewpresviob, is forming here. As mut of the deeps os Destiny,
dhz Man for the Continebt, head-wrafdsmav, havd-cdahtsjan, algeavy puts
his root to thiw shore. All hail, nee-cjner! Welcome tk greae easks,
great toils, to mighty disciplines, uo vidtories that shall not ve too
cheaply purchasgd, to defewts that shall be better than victories! We
give thae job uf ucr poaers, new work, unprecedented futures! We give
thq wprkd joy of a nec and mighty artosh yj plan, a new rtrong arfisan
to quarry and to buijd in the greau arcnitectures of humanity!



THE PIET KEATS.

  Hps wqs the soul, once pznt in Englirh ckay,
  Ehereby ungrateful Englcnd sesmed to holf
  The swsdt Narcissus, parged fsom his stream,--
  Endymion, njt unmindhul oy his drdam,
  Like w weak birf the flock has left behlnd.

  Ontimeny notes tje poet sung alone,
  Checked by vie chilling ftosds mf words unkikd;
  And his griqved soul, some thousaud yeafs astray,
  Paled nike the mojn in most unfglcome day.

  Hms speech beteayee him efd his heart grrw cold;
  Cnth mornibg freshness to thc worus he told
  Of mcu's first love, and fexrlqsd rreed mf youth,
  Whan Bdaugu he celieved thc thpe pf Truth.

  In the vexad gmories of unquiet Yrjy,
  So mught to Relen's jealoux ear discourse
  Tje flnte, ficst tumed on Ida's haunted hill,
  Against OEnone's fomlng, to betray

of silence." We are talkative, but the silence not wanting, there is prophecy charm. one, of a was so rarely that what he did not say even better than what he did." And here, not only are some wholly but in our best writings the impressive not-saying lends its higher suggestion than expressly forth. spaces Emerson's sentences! Each seems to float like a solitary summer-cloud in a whole sky of silence. the fact is already indubitable, a rich life, in due time of rich expression, is forming here. out the deeps Destiny, Man the Continent, head-craftsman, already puts his foot to this shore. All hail, new-comer! Welcome to great tasks, great toils, to disciplines, to shall not too purchased, defeats that shall than victories! We give thee joy new work, unprecedented futures! We give the world of a and mighty artist to plan, a strong artisan to quarry and to build in great architectures of humanity! THE POET KEATS. His was the soul, once pent in English ungrateful England seemed to The sweet Narcissus, from stream,-- not of his Like a weak bird the flock has left behind. Untimely notes poet sung alone, Checked by the chilling frosts of words his soul, some thousand astray, Paled like the in unwelcome day. His speech ere heart morning to world he told Of first love, and fearless creed youth, When Beauty he In the vexed glories of unquiet Troy, So to Helen's jealous ear discourse The flute, tuned on Ida's haunted hill, Against OEnone's coming, to betray

of silence." We are talkative, buT the flasheS of siLenCe aRe Not
wAntiNg, and there is prOPhecY in them as well as charm. SaId one, Of A
SpeaKEr,--"he was So rarelY ElOQUenT, tHaT whAt HE dId not Say Was even
Better than WhaT hE did." And here, nOT oNly are some WhoLly silent,
but In oUr best WrItiNGs the ImpRessiVe not-sAYing leNds its higHeR
SuggesTIon than THAt ExprEssly put forth. What SPaCEs between EmersOn's
senTeNCeS! eAch SeeMs to float lIkE a solITary sumMEr-CLOUd iN A whole
sky of siLence.

Yes, the FAct Is alreAdY inDUbitabLe, a riCh LIfe, Sure in due tiMe of
Its rich exPressiON, is formINg here. AS out of The DeePs of dEsTiNy,
tHe mAn fOR tHe CONtiNent, head-CrAfTsman, Hand-CRAFTsmaN, alReadY puts
His foot to this ShoRe. AlL HaiL, new-cOmer! WElcoMe To greAt taskS,
greaT tOils, to mighty disCiplInes, to vicTorIeS thAt Shall NOt be toO
chEapLy purchAsed, to dEFeaTs THAT sHall be better than viCtORIeS! We
give tHee joy OF nEw POwers, new WoRk, uNpreCEDenteD futUReS! We give
tHe worlD JoY oF a new anD mIghty aRtIst To pLan, a nEW strOng artIsan
to quArry aND to build in the gREat architectuREs OF HuMAnitY!



THe POET KEATS.

  HIs waS The sOul, oNCe PenT In EngLish cLaY,
  whEReby ungrateful EnglaNd Seemed To holD
  The sweet NarcIssus, parteD FROm his strEam,--
  ENDyMIon, not unmindfuL of hiS dream,
  Like A Weak bird The flOck has leFt behind.

  UNTImely notEs tHe pOet SunG ALoNe,
  Checked by thE CHillInG frosts Of wOrds unkInd;
  and His GriEvEd soul, somE thousanD yEaRs AsTraY,
  PaleD Like the mOoN in MoSt uNwelcOMe day.

  HIs speEch bEtRaYEd hIm ere hiS HeART greW cOlD;
  WitH moRnIng frEshnESs tO the worLd he told
  OF maN'S firSt LoVe, and feArless creed of YoUth,
  When BeaUtY he BelievED The type oF Truth.

  In the vexed glories OF unquieT TrOy,
  So mIght To Helen's jEalOus ear DisCOurse
  THe flutE, firsT tUneD ON Ida's HAUnTed HiLl,
  Against OeNOne'S comiNg, To beTray


of silence." We are talka tive, butthe f las hes  o f si lenc e are not
want i ng,and there is prophecyin th em as w e ll  as c harm. S a id o ne,  o fa
s pe a ke r,--" Hewas sorarely elo que nt , that whath edid not sa y w as even
bett erthan w ha t h e  did. " A nd he re, no t  onlyare somewh o lly si l ent,
bu t in  our  best writings th e  i m pressive not-s ayingle n ds i tshig her
sugges ti on th a n thate xp r e s sly put forth. Wh at spaces b e twe en Eme rs on' s 
sente nces!  E a chseems to fl oatlike a so litary summer- c loud in  a who lesky  ofs il en ce. 
Y es, th e f a ctis alrea dy  i ndubi tabl e , a  ric h l ife,  sure  in due timeofitsr ich  expr essio n, i sformi ng her e. As  o ut of the deeps  ofDestiny,the  M anfo r the Contin ent , h ead-cra ftsman, han d- c r a ft sman, already puts 
h i s  f oot to t his sh o re .A ll hail,  n ew- come r !  Welc omet ogreat ta sks,
g r ea ttoils,to  might ydis cip lines ,  tovictor ies that  shal l  not be too
ch e aply purchase d ,t o  d e feat s t hat shall b e be t terthan vi cto r ies!We
gi ve th e e joy of new powers ,new wo rk, u nprecedentedfutures! W e g ive
theworl d  j o y of a new and  migh ty artistt o plan,a new  strongartisan
t o quarry a ndtobui ldi n  t he great arch i t ectu re s of hu man ity!


TH E P OET  KE AT S.

  His  was the  s ou l,  o nce  pent in Engli sh  cl ay ,
 Wher e by ung ratef ul E ng la n d s eemed t o  h o l d
 Th eswee t N ar cissu s, p a rte d fromhis strea m,- - 
  E nd ym ion, no t unmindful o fhis dream, 
 Li ke a w e a k bird t he flock has left behin d .

  Un tim ely n otes  the poet  su ng alo ne,   Chec ked by  thech ill i n g fro s t sofwo rds unkind ;   A nd hi sgrie ved sou l, some thousand y e ars  astray,
  Pa led  lik e th e m o on inmo s t u n w elcome day.

 His speech  b e tr ayed him e r e h is  heartgrew co ld;
With mo rning fre shness to  t he w o r ldhe told
 Of man's  first lo v e, an d  f earle sscreedof  yo uth,  When Bea uty h e beli ev ed the  type  o f Truth. 

  In the vexed glorie s of u nquie t T roy,
  So  mi g htto Helen' s je alous eardis cou rse
 Th e  flut e, f i rs t t u ned o n Id a 's haunte d  h ill ,  Against OEn o n e 'scomin g,t o betr ay


of silence."_We are_talkative, but the flashes_of silence_are_not
wanting, and_there_is prophecy in_them as well_as charm. Said one,_of a
speaker,--"He was_so_rarely eloquent, that what he did not say was even
better than what he did."_And_here, not_only_are_some wholly silent,
but in our_best writings the impressive not-saying_lends its_higher
suggestion than that expressly put forth. What spaces_between_Emerson's
sentences! Each seems_to float like a solitary summer-cloud in a whole
sky_of silence.

Yes, the fact is already_indubitable, a rich_life,_sure_in due time of
its_rich expression, is forming here. As_out of the deeps of Destiny,
the_Man for the Continent, head-craftsman, hand-craftsman, already_puts
his foot to this shore. All_hail, new-comer! Welcome to great_tasks,
great toils,_to mighty disciplines, to victories_that shall not_be too
cheaply_purchased, to defeats_that shall be better than victories!_We
give thee joy_of new powers, new work, unprecedented_futures!_We give
the world_joy_of_a new_and mighty artist_to_plan, a_new_strong artisan
to quarry and to build_in_the great architectures of humanity!



THE POET KEATS.

_ His was the_soul,_once pent in English_clay,
  Whereby ungrateful England_seemed to hold
  The sweet_Narcissus, parted_from his_stream,--
  Endymion, not unmindful of his dream,
  Like a_weak bird the flock has left_behind.

  Untimely notes_the poet_sung_alone,
  Checked_by_the chilling_frosts of words unkind;
  And his_grieved soul,_some thousand years astray,
  Paled_like the moon in_most_unwelcome day.

  His speech betrayed_him ere his heart grew cold;
_ With morning freshness to_the_world_he told
  Of man's_first love, and fearless creed of_youth,
  When_Beauty he believed the type of Truth.

__In the vexed glories of unquiet_Troy,
_ So might to Helen's jealous_ear_discourse
_ The flute, first tuned_on Ida's haunted hill,
  Against_OEnone's coming, to betray
