His naked spirit so majestical!
But this was born in me; I was made so; Thus much time saved: the feverish appetites, The tumult of unproved desire, the unaimed Uncertain yearnings, aspirations blind,
Distrust, mistake, and all that ends in tears Were saved me; thus I entered on my course! You may be sure I was not all exempt From human trouble; just so much of doubt As bade me plant a surer foot upon The sun-road-kept my eye unruined mid The fierce and flashing splendour-set my heart Trembling so much as warned me I stood there On sufferance-not to idly gaze, but cast Light on a darkling race; save for that doubt, I stood at first where all aspire at last
To stand; the secret of the world was mine. I knew, I felt, (perception unexpressed, Uncomprehended by our narrow thought, But somehow felt and known in every shift And change in the spirit,―nay, in every pore Of the body, even,)—what God is, what we are, What life is how God tastes an infinite joy In infinite ways-one everlasting bliss, From whom all being emanates, all power Proceeds; in whom is life for evermore, Yet whom existence in its lowest form Includes; where dwells enjoyment there is He! With still a flying point of bliss remote,
A happiness in store afar, a sphere Of distant glory in full view; thus climbs Pleasure its heights for ever and for ever! The centre-fire heaves underneath the earth, And the earth changes like a human face; The molten ore bursts up among the rocks, Winds into the stone's heart, outbranches bright In hidden mines, spots barren river-beds, Crumbles into fine sand where sunbeams bask― God joys therein! The wroth sea's waves are edged With foam, white as the bitten lip of Hate, When, in the solitary waste, strange groups Of young volcanos come up, cyclops-like, ston Staring together with their eyes on flame ;- God tastes a pleasure in their uncouth pride! Then all is still earth is a wintry clod; But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes Over its breast to waken it; rare verdure Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between The withered tree-roots and the cracks of frost, Like a smile striving with a wrinkled facebo The grass grows bright, the boughs are swoln with blooms, Like chrysalids impatient for the air;
The shining dorrs are busy; beetles run Along the furrows, ants make their ado; Above, birds fly in merry flocks the lark Soars up and up, shivering for very joy; Afar the ocean sleeps; white fishing-gulls Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe.
Of nested limpets; savage creatures seek
Their loves in wood and plain; and God renews His ancient rapture! Thus He dwells in all,
From life's minute beginnings, up at last
-the consummation of this scheme Of being, the completion of this sphere
Of life whose attributes had here and there Been scattered o'er the visible world before, Asking to be combined-dim fragments meant To be united in some wondrous whole- Imperfect qualities throughout creation, Suggesting some one creature yet to make-
Some point where all those scattered rays should meet Convergent in the faculties of man.
Power; neither put forth blindly, nor controlled Calmly by perfect knowledge; to be used
At risk, inspired or checked by hope and fear:
Knowledge; not intuition, but the slow
Uncertain fruit of an enhancing toil,
Strengthened by love: love; not serenely pure, But strong from weakness, like a chance-sown plant Which, cast on stubborn soil, puts forth changed buds. And softer stains, unknown in happier climes; Love which endures, and doubts, and is oppressed, And cherished, suffering much, and much sustained, A blind, oft-failing, yet believing love, A half-enlightened, often-chequered trust:- Hints and previsions of which faculties, Are strewn confusedly everywhere about
The inferior natures; and all lead up higher, All shape out dimly the superior race,
The heir of hopes too fair to turn out false, And Man appears at last so far the seal Is put on life; one stage of being complete, One scheme wound up; and from the grand result A supplementary reflux of light,
Illustrates all the inferior grades, explains Each back step in the circle. Not alone For their possessor dawn those qualities, But the new glory mixes with the heaven And earth: Man, once descried, imprints for ever His presence on all lifeless things; the winds Are henceforth voices, in a wail or shout, A querulous mutter, or a quick gay laugh— Never a senseless gust now man is born!
The herded pines commune, and have deep thoughts, A secret they assemble to discuss,
\ When the sun drops behind their trunks which glare Like grates of hell: the peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn, some nymph Swims bearing high above her head: no bird Whistles unseen, but through the gaps above That let light in upon the gloomy woods, A shape peeps from the breezy forest-top, Arch with small puckered mouth and mocking eye: The morn has enterprise,-deep quiet droops With evening; triumph takes the sun-set hour, Voluptuous transport ripens with the corn Beneath a warm moon like a happy face:
-And this to fill us with regard for man, With apprehension of his passing worth, Desire to work his proper nature out, And ascertain his rank and final place;
For these things tend still upward—progress is -The law of life-man's self is not yet Man! Nor shall I deem his object served, his end Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, While only here and there a star dispels
The darkness, here and there a towering mind O'erlooks its prostrate fellows: when the host Is out at once to the despair of night, When all mankind alike is perfected, Equal in full-blown powers-then, not till then, I say, begins man's general infancy!
For wherefore make account of feverish starts Of restless members of a dormant whole- Impatient nerves which quiver while the body Slumbers as in a grave? O, long ago
The brow was twitched, the tremulous lids astir, The peaceful mouth disturbed; half-uttered speech Ruffled the lip, and then the teeth were set,
The breath drawn sharp, the strong right-hand clenched stronger,
As it would pluck a lion by the jaw;
The glorious creature laughed out even in sleep! But when full roused, each giant-limb awake, Each sinew strung, the great heart pulsing fast, He shall start up, and stand on his own earth,
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