5 AUGUST 1876, Page 13

POETRY.

A SUICIDE.

JUDGE not ! 'Tis past thy ken ;

Strangely the web of destiny is ordered ; In highest-natured men The loftiest wit with depths of madness bordered!

Judge not ! The taper's light Is too small measure for volcanoes' burning; This constant, feebly-bright,— That sudden, with wild flame, all barriers spurning.

Judge not! Beyond the grave We shall know better the immense, great trial ; This man submits, a slave ; The other fights, and dies, in fierce denial.

But He who views the strife, Calm from without, more wise than those within it, Counts the long " Yes" of life, Not the one "No," the single faithless minute.