The Old And The New.

Scorn not the Old; 'twas sacred in its day, A truth overpowering error with its might, A light dispelling darkness with its ray, A victory won, an intermediate height, Which seers untrammel'd by their creeds of yore, Heroes and saints, triumphantly attained With hard assail and tribulation sore, That we might use the vantage-ground they gain'd. Scorn not the Old; but hail and seize the New With thrill'd intelligences, hearts that burn, And such truth-seeking spirits that it, too, May soon be superseded in its turn, And men may ever, as the ages roll, March onward toward the still receding goal.