Volume Ii Part 14 (1/2)

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And her desires are those For happiness, for lastingness, for light.

'Tis she who kindles in his haunting night The hoped dawn-rose.

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Fair fountains of the dark Daily she waves him, that his inner dream May clasp amid the glooms a springing beam, A quivering lark:

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This life and her to know For Spirit: with awakenedness of glee To feel stern joy her origin: not he The child of woe.

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But that the senses still Usurp the station of their issue mind, He would have burst the chrysalis of the blind: As yet he will;

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As yet he will, she prays, Yet will when his distempered devil of Self; - The glutton for her fruits, the wily elf In s.h.i.+fting rays; -

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That captain of the scorned; The coveter of life in soul and sh.e.l.l, The fratricide, the thief, the infidel, The hoofed and horned; -

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He singularly doomed To what he execrates and writhes to shun; - When fire has pa.s.sed him vapour to the sun, And sun relumed,

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Then shall the horrid pall Be lifted, and a spirit nigh divine, 'Live in thy offspring as I live in mine,'

Will hear her call.

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Whence looks he on a land Whereon his labour is a carven page; And forth from heritage to heritage Nought writ on sand.

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His fables of the Above, And his gapped readings of the crown and sword, The h.e.l.l detested and the heaven adored, The hate, the love,

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The bright wing, the black hoof, He shall peruse, from Reason not disjoined, And never unfaith clamouring to be coined To faith by proof.

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She her just Lord may view, Not he, her creature, till his soul has yearned With all her gifts to reach the light discerned Her spirit through.

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