d steeples,
The joy of unborn peoples!
Sound, trumpets far off blown,
Your triumph is my own.

Parcel and part of all,
I keep the festival,
Fore-reach the good to be,
And share the victory.

I feel the earth move sunward,
I join the great march onward,
And take, by faith, while living,
My freehold of thanksgiving.

_John Green leaf Whittier._

TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON

In the great Civil War in England between the Puritans and Charles the
First the author of this poem sacrificed everything in the royal cause.
That cause was defeated and Lovelace was imprisoned. In these stanzas he
makes the most of his gloomy situation and sings the joys of various
kinds of freedom. First is the freedom brought by love, when his
sweetheart speaks to him through the grate of the dungeon. Second is the
freedom brought by the recollection of good fellowship, when tried and
true comrades took their wine straight--"with no allaying Thames." Third
is the freedom brought by remembrance of the king for whom he was
suffering. Finally comes the passionate and heroic assertion that though
the body of a man may be confined, nevertheless his spirit can remain
free and chainless.

When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
When I lie tangled in her hair
And fetter'd to her eye,
The Gods that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,
Our careless heads with roses bound,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
When healths and draughts go free--
Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty.

When (like committed linnets) I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty
And glories of my King;
When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
Enlarged winds, that curl the flood,
Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.

_Richard Lovelace._

GRIEF

Shakespeare says: "I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done,
than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching." This is
especially true regarding