Who through all he meets can steer him, Can reject what cannot clear him, Cling to what can truly cheer him! Who each day more surely learns That an impulse, from the distance To the words, 'Hope, Light, Persistence,' PIS-ALLER. AN is blind because of sin; 'MAN Revelation makes him sure. Without that, who looks within, Looks in vain, for all's obscure.' Nay, look closer into man! Nothing sure, no moral plan Clear prescribed, without your creed? 'No, I nothing can perceive! Without that, all's dark for men. That, or nothing, I believe.'-— For God's sake, believe it then! IF, IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS. in the silent mind of One all-pure At first imagined lay The sacred world, and by procession sure From those still deeps, in form and colour drest, Seasons alternating and night and day, The long-mused thought to north, south, east, and west, Took then its all-seen way; O waking on a world which thus-wise springs! Betwixt thy waking and the birth of things Thin, thin the pleasant human noises grow, And faint the city gleams, Rare the lone pastoral huts;-marvel not thou! The solemn peaks but to the stars are known, But to the stars, and the cold lunar beams; Alone the sun arises, and alone Spring the great streams. But if the wild unfather'd mass no birth In the blank, echoing solitude if Earth, O seeming sole to awake, thy sun-bathed head Piercing the solemn cloud Round thy still dreaming brother-world outspread! O man, whom Earth, thy long-vext mother, bare Not without joy, so radiant, so endow'd (Such happy issue crown'd her painful care)! Be not too proud! |