382 POEMS 
THE TWO LESSONS 
“ Disce, puer, virtutem ex me, verumque laborem ; 
Fortunam ex aliis.” — Aineas to Ascanius (Zeid, xii. 435). 
LeEarw, boy, from me what dwells in man alone, 
Courage immortal, and the steadfast sway 
Of patient toil, that glorifies the day. 
What most ennobles life is all our own, 
Yet not the whole of life; the fates atone 
For what they give by what they keep away. 
Learn thou from others all the triumphs gay 
That dwell in sunnier realms, to me un- 
known. 
Each soul imparts one lesson ; each supplies 
One priceless secret that it holds within. 
In your own heart — there only — stands the 
prize. 
Foiled of all else, your own career you win. 
We half command our fates ; the rest but lies 
In that last drop which unknown powers 
fling in. 
CROSSED SWORDS 
My grandsire fought for England, sword in 
hand ; 
My other grandsire joined in high debate, 
To free a nation and to mould the State. 
