Note 1 — ISAIAH. (continued 3)

Here, like a shepherd gazing from his hut, Touching his reed, or leaning on his staff, Eager Ambition’s fiery chase I see; I see the circling hunt of noisy men Burst law’s enclosure, leap the mounts of right, Pursuing and pursued, each other’s prey; As wolves for rapine; as the fox for wiles; Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame? Earth’s highest station ends in “Here he lies”— And “Dust to dust” concludes her noblest song.—Young.