LIFE, I KNOW NOT WHAT THOU ART.
Life! I know not what thou art.
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me's a secret yet.
Life! we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
Tis hard to part when friends are dear--
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
--Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night,--but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good Morning.
A.L. BARBAULD.
MERCY.
"Mercy," an excerpt from "The Merchant of Venice," "Polonius' Advice,"
from "Hamlet," and "Antony's Speech," from "Julius Caesar" (all
fragments from Shakespeare, 1564-1616), find a place in this book
because a well-known New York teacher--one who is unremitting in his
efforts to raise the good taste and character of his pupils--says: "A
book of poetry could not be complete without these extracts."
The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above his sceptered sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice.
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