The Making of a Man

by James W. Lee

Nor in the red-breast’s yellow tone,

Nor in the bow that smiles in showers;

But in the mud and scum of things,

There always, always something sings.”

Humboldt habitually dwelt in the realm of principles and ideas. He spent only five years in America, and it took twelve quartos, and sixteen folios, and half a dozen helpers, and many years to put on record what he saw.

“The poem hangs on the berry bush,

When comes the poet’s eye,

And the street is one long masquerade

When Shakspere passes by.”