Child, weary of thy baubles of to-day—
Child with the golden or the silver hair—
Say, how wouldst thou have built creation’s stair,
Hadst thou been free to have thy puny way?
Could thy intelligence have shot the ray
That lit the universe of upper air?
Wouldst thou have bid the surging stars to dare
Their glorious flight and never stop nor...
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From “Anima Mundi”
GOD is good,
And flight is destined for the callow wing,
And the high appetite implies the food,
And souls most reach the level whence they spring;
O Life of very life! set free our powers,
Hasten the travail of the yearning hours.Thou, to whom old Philosophy bent low,
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“there is no God,” the foolish saith,
But none, “There is no sorrow”;
And nature oft the cry of faith
In bitter need will borrow:
Eyes which the preacher could not school,
By wayside graves are raised;
And lips say, “God be pitiful,”
Who ne’er said, “God be praised.”
Be pitiful, O God!The...
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Blind Thamyris, and Blind Mæonides, Milton.
Pursue the triumph and partake the gale! Pope.
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees, Shakespeare.
To point a moral or adorn a tale. Johnson.Full many a gem of purest ray serene, Gray.
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears, Tennyson.
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How Human Nature dotes
On what it can't detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct —
Prospective is the friend
Reserved for us to know
When Constancy is clarified
Of Curiosity —
Of subjects that resist
Redoubtablest is this
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