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.