TO A DOVE.

LOVELY Dove,

Whence, whence dost thou fly?

Whence, running on air,

Dost thou waft and diffuse

So many sweet ointments?

-Who art? What thy errand?

Anacreon sent me

To a boy, to Bathyllus,

Who lately is ruler and tyrant of all.

Cythere has sold me

For one little song,

And I'm doing this service

For Anacreon.

And now, as you see,

I bear letters from him.

And he says that directly

He'll make me free,

But though he release me,

His slave I will tarry with him.

For why should I fly

Over mountains and fields,

And perch upon trees,
Eating some wild thing?
Now indeed I eat bread,
Plucking it from the hands
Of Anacreon himself;
And he gives me to drink
The wine which he tastes,
And drinking, I dance,
my master's

And shadow

Face with my wings;

And, going to rest,

On the lyre itself do I sleep.

That is all; get thee gone.

Thou hast made me more talkative,

Man, than a crow.

ON LOVE.

LOVE walking swiftly

With hyacinthine staff,

Bade me to take a run with him; And hastening through swift torrents,

And woody places, and over precipices, A water-snake stung me.

And my heart leaped up to

My mouth, and I should have fainted; But Love fanning my brows

With his soft wings, said,

Surely, thou art not able to love.

ON WOMEN.

NATURE has given horns

To bulls, and hoofs to horses,
Swiftness to hares,

To lions yawning teeth,

To fishes swimming,

To birds flight,

To men wisdom.

For woman she had nothing beside;

What then does she give? Beauty,

Instead of all shields,

Instead of all spears;

And she conquers even iron

And fire, who is beautiful.

ON LOVERS.

HORSES have the mark

Of fire on their sides,

And some have distinguished

The Parthian men by their crests;

So 1, seeing lovers,

Know them at once,

For they have a certain slight

Brand on their hearts.

"Then had I all sorts of strange thoughts, which would hardly have agreed with sense. It was as if the secret of Creation lay on my tongue; how God, by the power of his voice, had called every thing forth, and how music repeats in each breast this eternal will of Love and WISDOM." - Bettine.

THE two creative principles of the universe are Love and WISDOM. Their union, and perfect proportion, constitutes BEAUTY.

In common modes of speech, this word is, obviously enough, applied to mere forms of Love and Truth, in which the perfect proportion is at once felt, rather than seen, and we instinctively name it harmony. But I am now striving to define the abstract and universal Idea; and this I believe to be a harmonious proportion of the two great Creative Principles.

From a healthy union of Affection and Thought flows Energy. When we love to do that which we perceive it right to do, we cannot otherwise than embody it in earnest action. This is moral beauty.

When truth is perceived through the transparent medium of affection for it, it embodies itself in intellectual

beauty; and the productions of such states are spontaneously and universally acknowledged as beautiful. Hence, genius ever works with unconsciousness, and is a mystery to itself. The harmony is so complete, that thought does not attempt to analyze affection, or affection to question thought. Being one, they are unconscious of each other's presence. The spiritual life then flows in freely, and men call it divine mania, inspiration, intuition, genius.

Beauty of recitation is the adaptation of the tone to the word spoken. The word is obviously an embodiment of thought, and tone, of affection. There is the same subtle union, and mysterious significance, in the expression and the proportions of a statue.

Musicians say there are three primal notes, without which music cannot be; and there are three primal colors, without a due proportion of which painting wants harmony. Pictures by the old masters show a knowledge of this; or rather an intuition, that transcends knowledge.

An artist once suggested to me that the triple elements of form were the Circle, Straight-line and the Undulating. I at once saw that it must be so; because they represent the spiritual tri-une, of Love, and Wisdom, and Beauty. Space evidently relates to Love, and time to Truth; for love is infinite, and truth is eternal. The circle represents infinity, and the straight line eternity; the combination of both is a succession of curves the line of beauty. This undulating line is, as it were, a map of the spiral; the spiral represented on a horizontal plane. None but the Omniscient can comprehend the full significance of the spiral; for it contains the universe. from the smallest pebble, to the throne of Jehovah. The ancients had glimpses of this, and therefore that line is so often found among the most sacred symbols in their temples. Forever revolving and ascending, it combines the circle, the straight line, and the curve. Are not these, like the three primal notes and colors, forms of Love, Wisdom, and Beauty, or Affection, Thought, and Energy? and Energy? This eternal trinity creates and re-produces all things in its own image.

The perfect and constant harmony of Love and Truth constitutes the Divine Mind. The separation between them, with the power of occasional union, and glancing