Would rushing life forget her laws, High omens ask diviner guess; Not to be conned to tediousness. And know my higher gifts unbind The zone that girds the incarnate mind. When the scanty shores are full With Thought's perilous, whirling pool; When frail Nature can no more, Then the Spirit strikes the hour: My servant Death, with solving rite, Pours finite into infinite. 'Wilt thou freeze love's tidal flow, Whose streams through nature circling go? Nail the wild star to its track On the half-climbed zodiac? Light is light which radiates, Life is life which generates, And many-seeming life is one, Wilt thou transfix and make it none? Its onward force too starkly pent Beckon it when to go and come, Fairer that expansive reason Whose omen 'tis, and sign. Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach, and sunsets show? Verdict which accumulates From lengthening scroll of human fates, Voice of earth to earth returned, Saying, What is excellent, As God lives, is permanent; Hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain; Heart's love will meet thee again. Up to his style, and manners of the sky. Built he heaven stark and cold; No, but a nest of bending reeds, Through ruined systems still restored, HYMN: SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE CONCORD MONUMENT, April 19, 1836. By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Here once the embattled farmers stood, The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. |