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SET where the upper streams of Simois flow Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock and wood; And Hector was in Ilium, far below,
And fought, and saw it not-but there it stood!
It stood, and sun and moonshine rain'd their light
On the pure columns of its glen-built hall. Backward and forward roll'd the waves of fight Round Troy-but while this stood, Troy could not fall.
So, in its lovely moonlight, lives the soul.
We shall renew the battle in the plain
Then we shall rust in shade, or shine in strife, And fluctuate 'twixt blind hopes and blind despairs,
And fancy that we put forth all our life,
Still doth the soul, from its lone fastness high,
THE Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes;
'The old law,' they cried, 'is wholly come to nought,
Behold the new world rise!'
'Was it,' the Lord then said, ' with scorn ye saw The old law observed by Scribes and Pharisees? I say unto you, see ye keep that law
More faithfully than these!
'Too hasty heads for ordering worlds, alas!
So Christ said eighteen hundred years ago.
'Religious fervours! ardour misapplied!
But keep him self-immersed, preoccupied,
Ah! from the old world let some one answer give:
'Scorn ye this world, their tears, their inward cares?
I say unto you, see that your souls live
A deeper life than theirs!
Say ye: "The spirit of man has found new
And we must leave the old faiths, and walk therein " ?
Leave then the Cross as ye have left carved gods, But guard the fire within!
'Bright else and fast the stream of life may roll,
Here let that voice make end; then, let a strain,
'Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye
'Which has not taught weak wills how much they can ?
Which has not fall'n on the dry heart like rain? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man : Thou must be born again!
'Children of men! not that your age excel In pride of life the ages of your sires,
ye think clear, feel deep, bear fruit well, The Friend of man desires.'