Poetical Remains of the Late Mrs Hemans/On Records of Immature Genius
For other versions of this work, see Records of Passing Thought. III. On the Memorials of Immature Genius.
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ON RECORDS OF IMMATURE GENIUS.
Oh! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those,
Who, richly dowered for life, are called to die,
Ere the soul's flame, through storms, hath won repose
In truth's divinest ether, still and high!
Let their mind's riches claim a trustful sigh!
Deem them but sad sweet fragments of a strain,
First notes of some yet struggling harmony,
By the strong rush, the crowding joy and pain
Of many inspirations met, and held
From its true sphere:—Oh! soon it might have swelled
Majestically forth!—Nor doubt, that He
Whose touch mysterious may on earth dissolve
Those links of music, elsewhere will evolve
Their grand consummate hymn, from passion-gusts made free!