Some laboring-men, whose work lay somewhere there, Passed opposite; she touched her girl, who hied Across, and begged, and came back satisfied. The rich she had let pass with frozen stare. Thought I, “Above her state this spirit towers; She will not ask of aliens, but of friends, Of sharers in a common human fate. She turns from that cold succor, which attends The unknown little from the unknowing great, And points us to a better time than ours.” _EAST AND WEST._ In the bare midst of Anglesey they show Two springs which close by one another play; And, “Thirteen hundred years agone,” they say, “Two saints met often where those waters flow. One came from Penmon westward, and a glow Whitened his face from the sun’s fronting ray; Eastward the other, from the dying day, And he with unsunned face did always go.” _Seiriol the Bright, Kybi the Dark!_ men said. The seer from the East was then in light, The seer from the West was then in shade. Ah! now ’tis changed. In conquering sunshine bright The man of the bold West now comes arrayed: He of the mystic East is touched with night. _THE BETTER PART._ Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, How angrily thou spurn’st all simpler fare! “Christ,” some one says, “was human as we are; No judge eyes us from heaven, our sin to scan; We live no more, when we have done our span.” “Well, then, for Christ,” thou answerest, “who can care? From sin which Heaven records not, why forbear? Live we like brutes our life without a plan!” So answerest thou; but why not rather say,-- “Hath man no second life? _Pitch this one high!_ Sits there no judge in heaven, our sin to see? _More strictly, then, the inward judge obey!_ Was Christ a man like us? _Ah! let us try_ _If we then, too, can be such men as he!_” THE DIVINITY. “Yes, write it in the rock,” Saint Bernard said, “Grave it on brass with adamantine pen! ’Tis God himself becomes apparent, when God’s wisdom and God’s goodness are displayed; For God of these his attributes is made.”-- Well spake the impetuous saint, and bore of men The suffrage captive: now not one in ten Recalls the obscure opposer he outweighed.[9] _God’s wisdom and God’s goodness!_ Ay, but fools Mis-define these till God knows them no more. _Wisdom and goodness, they are God!_--what schools Have yet so much as heard this simpler lore? This no saint preaches, and this no Church rules; ’Tis in the desert, now and heretofore. _IMMORTALITY._ Foiled by our fellow-men, depressed, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, _Patience! in another life_, we say, _The world shall be thrust down, and we upborne_.