Who is bravest
Of my four friends?
Thou that slavest,
And self all spends;
Thou that savest,
And usest never;
Thou that cravest,
With no endeav-or,
Thou that gavest,
And hast forever?
XLI.
Numen
Lumen,
I can do without praise,
I can do without
money:
I have found other honey
To sweeten my days;
And the Kaiser may wear his
gold crown
While I on his splendor look
down.
XLII.
God thy Light!
Then is Right
Life’s own polar star;
All thy fortunes are
Gifts that come from
Him,
Filling to the brim
Life’s great golden
cup,
And thy heart looks up!
XLIII.
A debtor to hate,
A debtor to money,
Forever may wait
And never have honey.
A debtor to love
And sweet benefaction,
Hath treasures above,
A heart’s satisfaction.
XLIV.
God is a liberal lender
To those who use,
But not abuse,
And daily statements render;
And here’s the beauty
of it—
He lends again the profit!
XLV.
Days of heroic will
Which God and duty fill,
Are evermore sublime
Memorials of Time.
That such thy days may be
Is my best wish for thee.
XLVI.
Self-sacrifice
Finds Paradise;
Hearts that rebel
Are gates of Hell.
Goals of all races
Are these two places.
XLVII.
The blushes of roses
And all that reposes
Sublime in a hero
Affixed by his zero—
Ah, you will complete
him,
As soon as you meet him.
XLVIII.
Maidens passing into naught,
What a work by them is wrought!
Not prefixes,
But affixes
On the better side of men—
See! they multiply by ten.
XLIX.
The golden key of life,
True maiden crowned a wife.
What then are toil and trouble,
With strength to meet them,
double?
L.
True Heaven begins on earth
Around a common hearth,
Or in a humble heart—
Thy faith means what thou
art,
And that which thou wouldst
be;
Thou makest it, it thee.