  What matter titles? Helmholtz is a name That challenges, alone, the award of Fame! When Emperors, Kings, Pretenders, shadows all, Leave not a dust-trace on our whirling ball, Thy work, oh grave-eyed searcher, shall endure, Unmarred by faction, from low passion pure. To bridge the gulf 'twixt matter-veil and mind Perchance to mortals, dull-sensed, slow, purblind, Is not permitted—yet; but patient, keen, Thou on the shadowy track beyond the Seen, Didst dog the elusive truth, and seek in sound The secret of soul-mysteries profound. Essential Order, Beauty's hidden law! Marvels to strike more sluggish souls with awe, Great seekers, lonely-souled, explore that track, We welcome the wild wonders they bring back From ventures stranger than an earthly Pole Can furnish. Distant still that mental goal To which great spirits strain; but when calm Fame Sums its bold seekers, Helmholtz, thy great name Among the foremost shall eternal stand, Science's pride, and glory of thy land. "My dear," said Mrs. R., "I had to discharge my gardener, for when I questioned him about the sale of the vegetables his answers were far too amphibious." Unhappy Thought by an Invalid.—What a dreadful thing to become the Permanent Head of a Department with a Permanent Headache! |
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