HIM strong Genius urged to roam, THOU shalt make thy house The temple of a nation's vows. Spirits of a higher strain Who sought thee once shall seek again. I detected many a god Forth already on the road, In thy breast to make a home. As the drop feeds its fated flower, Hurled into life to do a deed, Man drinks the water, drinks the light. EVER the Rock of Ages melts Into the mineral air, To be the quarry whence to build YES, Sometimes to the sorrow-stricken THE archangel Hope Looks to the azure cope, Waits through dark ages for the morn, Defeated day by day, but unto victory born. BUT if thou do thy best, Without remission, without rest, And invite the sun-beam, And abhor to feign or seem Even to those who thee should love And thy behavior approve; If thou go in thine own likeness, FROM the stores of eldest matter, Transparent air, all-feeding earth, He took the flower of all their worth, ASCENDING thorough just degrees As angel blind to trespass done, And bleaching all souls like the sun. THE bard and mystic held me for their own, The brother of the fisher, porter, swain, And these from the crowd's edge well pleased beheld The service done to me as done to them. WITH the key of the secret he marches faster, From strength to strength, and for night brings day; While classes or tribes, too weak to master The flowing conditions of life, give way. Он what is Heaven but the fellowship Of minds that each can stand against the world THAT each should in his house abide, IF curses be the wage of love, It is clear. Why the gods will not appear; They are ashamed. WHEN wrath and terror changed Jove's regal port, And the rash-leaping thunderbolt fell short. THE BOHEMIAN HYMN. IN many forms we try To utter God's infinity, But the boundless hath no form, And the Universal Friend Doth as far transcend An angel as a worm. The great Idea baffles wit, It leaves the learned in the lurch; PRAYER. WHEN Success exalts thy lot GRACE. How much, preventing God, how much I owe To gauge with glance the roaring gulf below, |