ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 48

The Little Thing and the Great Thing

npHAT low man seeks a little thing to do,
JL Sees it and does it :
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,

Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,

His hundred's soon hit :
This high man, aiming at a million,

Misses a unit.

That has the world here — should he need the next,
Let the world mind him !
This throws himself on God, and, unperplexed,

Seeking shall find Him. Robert Browning

Farewell from Paradise

I AM the nearest nightingale
That singeth in Eden after you ;
And I am singing loud and true
And sweet ; I do not fail.
I sit upon a cypress bough,
Close to the gate, and I fling my song
Over the gate and through the mail
Of the warden angels marshalled strong :
Over the gate and after you !
And the warden angels let it pass,
Because the poor brown bird, alas,

Sings in the garden, sweet and true.
And I build my song of high pure notes,

Note over note, height over height,
^Till I strike the arch of the Infinite,
And I bridge abysmal agonies
With strong, clear calms of harmonies,
And something abides, and something floats,
And in the song which I sing after you,

Fare ye well, farewell 1 Mrs

Waiting by the Temple
This love-lettw to a gladiator was found in the ntins of the &tfu*
of Abundance in Pompeii ; it wm wtittm 2000 yew» ago*
ART thou Phoebus Apollo in the body of Hercules f Indeed tfaofc.
art a god to me. Thy beauty and strength haire Wotted 'frdM;
my eyes all other men. I am yoting and the tfufcoatiE J d^pl^-^f
that I am beautiful, I will await thee, beloyed 0pef ate* tfo '
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