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To shift an arbitrary power,
To cramp the student at his desk,
And tuft with grass a feudal tower;
Why then my scorn might well descend On you and yours. I sec in part That all, as in some piece of art, 'Is toil cooperaut to an end.
DEAR friend, far off, my lost desire,
There is a lower and a higher;
Known and unknown; human, divine ;
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;
Strange friend, past, present, and to be ;
And mingle all the world with thee.
Thy voico is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou standest in the rising sun,
i And in the setting thou art fair.
What art thou then t I cannot guess;
I do not therefore love thee less:
My love involves tho love before;
My love is vaster passion now;
Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more.
Kar off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoico;
I prosper, cireled with thy voice; I shall not lose thee tho' I die.
O Living will that shalt endure
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
That we may lift from out of dust
To one that with us works, and trust,
| ` With faith that comes of self-control,
The truths that never can be proved
Until we close with all we loved,
And all we flow from, soul in soul.