In the fifth drop himself he flings, And conscious Law is King of kings. To play his sweet will, glad and wild; What recks such Traveller if the bowers Which bloom and fade like meadow flowers A bunch of fragrant lilies be, Or the stars of eternity? The glowing angel, the outcast corse. And lo! he passes like the breeze; He hides in pure transparency; Thou askest in fountains and in fires, He is the axis of the star; He is the sparkle of the spar; He is the heart of every creature ; He is the meaning of each feature ; And his mind is the sky, Than all it holds more deep, more high.' MONADNOC. THOUSAND minstrels woke within me, 'Our music's in the hills;' Gayest pictures rose to win me, ' Up! — If thou knew'st who calls To twilight parks of beech and pine, Above the ploughman's highest line, Over the owner's farthest walls! Up! where the airy citadel O'erlooks the surging landscape's swell! Let not unto the stones the Day Her lily and rose, her sea and land display. Read the celestial sign! Lo! the south answers to the north; Bookworm, break this sloth urbane; A greater spirit bids thee forth Than the gray dreams which thee detain. Mark how the climbing Oreads Beckon thee to their arcades! Youth, for a moment free as they, I heard, and I obeyed, - Ere yet the summoning voice was still, From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed, To all the dwellers in the plains Round about, a hundred miles, With invitation to the sea, and to the border ing isles. In his own loom's garment dressed, By his own bounty blessed, Fast abides this constant giver, Pouring many a cheerful river; To far eyes, an aerial isle Unploughed, which finer spirits pile, Which morn and crimson evening paint For bard, for lover, and for saint; The country's core, Inspirer, prophet evermore; Pillar which God aloft had set So that men might it not forget; Their calendar and dial, Barometer and chemic phial, Garden of berries, perch of birds, Pasture of pool-haunting herds, |