COURAGE. 235 
TANSY. 
Tanacetum. 
Language COURAGE. 
Think'st thou there dwells no courage but in breasts 
That set their niiail against the ringing spears, 
When helmets are struck down ? Thou little knowest 
Of nature's marvels. 
Mrs. IIemans. 
He is a coward who would borrow 
A charm against the present sorrow 
From the vague future's promise of delight : 
As life's alarums nearer roll, 
Th' ancestral buckler calls, 
Self-clanging from the walls 
In the high temple of the soul ; ^ 
Where are most sorrows, there the poet's sphere is ^ 
To feed the soul with patience, 
To heal its desolations 
With words of unshorn truth, wath love that never wearies. 
J. R. Lowell. 
I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty ; 
I \voke, and found that life was duty : 
Was my dream, then, a shadowy lie ? 
Toil on, said heart, courageously. 
And thou shalt find thy life to be 
A noonday light and truth to thee. 
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