Cromwell And The Crown.

("Ah! je le tiens enfin.")     [CROMWELL, Act II., October, 1827.]     THURLOW communicates the intention of Parliament to     offer CROMWELL the crown.     CROMWELL. And is it mine? And have my feet at length     Attained the summit of the rock i' the sand?     THURLOW. And yet, my lord, you have long reigned.     CROM.        Nay, nay!     Power I have 'joyed, in sooth, but not the name.     Thou smilest, Thurlow. Ah, thou little know'st     What hole it is Ambition digs i' th' heart     What end, most seeming empty, is the mark     For which we fret and toil and dare! How hard     With an unrounded fortune to sit down!     Then, what a lustre from most ancient times     Heaven has flung o'er the sacred head of kings!     King - Majesty - what names of power! No king,     And yet the world's high arbiter! The thing     Without the word! no handle to the blade!     Away - the empire and the name are one!     Alack! thou little dream'st how grievous 'tis,     Emerging from the crowd, and at the top     Arrived, to feel that there is something still     Above our heads; something, nothing! no matter -     That word is everything.     LEITCH RITCHIE.