Hamilton Literary Monthly.
~A Letter.~
"Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul!" The Chambered Nautilus.
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Self, Soul & Co., Architects:
Dear Sirs;
I find
Your "ad." in the Nautilus quite to my mind.
Pray build me a mansion (for plans see below)
More stately and lofty than this that I know.
Dig deep the foundations in reason and truth;
I want no pavilion—a fortress forsooth,
Secure against windstorms of doctrine and doubt;
In style—Emersonian—inside and out.
It should, sir, be double, with rooms on each side,
For justice and mercy, for meekness and pride;
For heating and lighting, it only requires
Faith's old-fashioned candles, and Love's open fires.
Write me minimum charges in struggle and stress,
And extras in suffering.
Yours truly,
C.S. Kalends.
~The Record of a Life.~
He lived and died, and all is passed away
That bound him to his so-soon-darkened day.
He is forgotten in time's sweeping tide;
This is his history: He lived—and died!
HENRY DAVID GRAY. Madisonensis.