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Beholding a toy lamb I bring them tenderly!
Shall my poor rill of love be more than the infinite fountain?
Then the womb of all were chaos, one wild disharmony!
Nay, the river of reason sweeps imperially rolling
To a goal of reconcilement afar from mortal eye!
Refuse foul is food for a fair supernal flower;
Blaspheme not the rank soil where a pure blossom springs;
For blossom soars away in a singing-bird's blithe pinion,
And bird yields a meek life for a spiritual king's.
Discord feeds, and fades in a universal chorus,
And the world-psalm were silent, wanting moods of bale—
So only Love may work her full miracle of blessing;
Annihilate the base metal, all her art would fail.
Cease, baffled heart! thy longing to unravel the confusion:
Nay! for I hear a Voice beyond the æonian wail!
The immeasurable ideal holds us, laps the world in splendour;
Every dark point dissolves, and radiates glory infinite,
Heaves in waves of mystic music among the heavenlies out of sight.
The Ideal involved within impels to reconcile,
Blessing vile, and mean, and woeworn with a faint, far smile.