Man, the Microcosm, And, the Cosmos

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 Excerpt: ...The total being rushes with a look; A beauty never seen before, except some gleams Purpling the atmosphere of blissful dreams, Wakens rare raptures and sensations new, Both soul and body thrilling through and through. Says sage Experience, sighing o'er the past, These dear illusions will not always last; For beauty fades and disappointment clings To the reality of human things. It may be so--it may be, lover's sight Surveying all things by love's purple light, Sees not the faults possession shall disclose, Nor the sharp thorn concealed beneath the rose. But if thus Nature her great ends attain The pomps of fancy dazzle not in vain. The pleasing falsehood of perfection flits, But not the Love, that in contentment sits Among the Dear Ones of its happy home, Blest with sweet foretastes of the heaven to come. Deciduous charms of face unmissed depart, While bloom the fadeless beauties of the heart; Inward conformity, and gradual growth Of moral likeness, tightening bonds of both, Perfect the marriage, which was but begun Upon that day they were pronounced one. True Love--Spurious Love. True Love is humble, thereby is it known, Girded for service, seeking not its own; Exalts its object, timid homage pays, Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise: "Look not on me," it says, "for I am black, In thee all fullness is, in me all lack; But what I have and am are wholly thine, Vast were the grace would'st thou give thine for mine." Let Love but enter, it converts the churl, And makes the miser lavish as an earl; The strict walls of his prison, giving way, Fall outward and let in the light of day; Released from base captivity to pelf, He upwards soars into a nobler self; And hands, that once did nought but clutch and hoard Now emulate the bount...