LIFE IN CAMBRIDGE.
BY JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE.
“Extraordinary, generous seeking.”
Goethe.
“Through, brothers, through, — this be
Our watchword in danger or sorrow,
Common clay to its mother dust,
All nobleness heavenward!”
Theodore Koerner.
“Thou friend whose presence on my youthful heart
Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain;
How beautiful and calm and free thou wert
In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain
Of custom thou didst burst and rend in twain,
And walk as free as light the clouds among!”
Shelley.
