Where hope and he part company,— For he is grasped of God.The Maker’s cordial visage, However good to see,Is shunned, we must admit it, Like an adversity.
XCIII
HOW still the bells in steeples stand. Till, swollen with the sky,They leap upon their silver feet In frantic melody!
XCIV
IF the foolish call them “flowers”, Need the wiser tell?If the savants “classify” them, It is just as well!
Those who read the Revelations Must not criticiseThose who read the same edition With beclouded eyes!
Could we stand with that old Moses Canaan denied,—Scan, like him, the stately landscape On the other side,—
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