Of her faults I take no note,

Fault and folly are not mine;
Comes the Genius, - all's forgot,
Replunged again into that upper sphere

He scatters wide and wild its lustres here.

LOVE

Asks nought his brother cannot give;
Asks nothing, but does all receive.
Love calls not to his aid events;
He to his wants can well suffice:
Asks not of others soft consents,
Nor kind occasion without eyes;
Nor plots to ope or bolt a gate,
Nor heeds Condition's iron walls,

Where he goes, goes before him Fate;
Whom he uniteth, God installs;

Instant and perfect his access

To the dear object of his thought,

Though foes and land and seas between
Himself and his love intervene.

Go if thou wilt, ambrosial flower,

Go match thee with thy seeming peers; I will wait Heaven's perfect hour Through the innumerable years.

TELL men what they knew before;
Paint the prospect from their door.

HIM strong Genius urged to roam,
Stronger Custom brought him home.

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,
Ancestors of beauty come

In thy breast to make a home.

As the drop feeds its fated flower,
As finds its Alp the snowy shower,
Child of the omnific Need,

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
Thought and its mansions fair.

YES, Sometimes to the sorrow-stricken
Shall his own sorrow seem impertinent,
A thing that takes no more root in the world
Than doth the traveller's shadow on the rock.

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,
Be it health, or be it sickness;
If thou go as thy father's son,
If thou wear no mask or lie,
Dealing purely and nakedly, -

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FROM the stores of eldest matter,
The deep-eyed flame, obedient water,

Transparent air, all-feeding earth,

He took the flower of all their worth,
And, best with best in sweet consent,
Combined a new temperament.

ASCENDING thorough just degrees
To a consummate holiness,

As angel blind to trespass done,

And bleaching all souls like the sun.

THE bard and mystic held me for their own,
I filled the dream of sad, poetic maids,
I took the friendly noble by the hand,
I was the trustee of the hand-cart man,

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
By its own meek and incorruptible will?

THAT each should in his house abide,
Therefore was the world so wide.

IF curses be the wage of love,
Hide in thy skies, thou fruitless Jove,
Not to be named:

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,
Language falters under it,