I know that he is there as I am here,

By the same proof, which seems to prove at all,

It so exceeds familiar forms of proof.

Why there," not " here"? Because, when
I say "there"

I treat the feeling with distincter shape
That space exists between us.

Just so

I have his bidding to perform : but mind And body, all of me, though made and

meant

For that sole service, must consult, concert
With my own self and nobody beside,
How to effect the same: God helps not else.

God, perchance,

Grants each new man, by some as new a mode,

Intercommunication with himself,
Wreaking on finiteness infinitude;
By such a series of effects, gives each
Last his own imprint; old yet ever new
The process: 't is the way of Deity.
How it succeeds, he knows: I only know

That various modes of creatureship abound, Implying just as varied intercourse

For each with the creator of them all.

Each has his own mind and no other's mode. What mode may yours be? I shall sympathize!

All regulated by the single care

I' the last resort-that I made thoroughly

serve

The when and how, toiled where was need, reposed

As resolutely at the proper point,

Braved sorrow, courted joy, to just one end: Namely, that just the creature I was bound To be, I should become, nor thwart at all God's purpose in creation. I conceive

-no other law

No other duty possible to man,—
Highest mind, lowest mind,-
By which to judge life failure or success ;
What folk call being saved or cast away.

FROM "FIFINE AT THE FAIR."

I search but cannot see

What purpose serves the soul that strives, or world it tries

Conclusions with, unless the fruit of victories

Stay, one and all, stored up and guaranteed its own

Forever, by some mode whereby shall be made known

The gain of every life. Death reads the title clear

What each soul for itself conquered from out things here:

Since, in the seeing soul, all worth lies, I

assert,

And naught i' the world.

FROM "LA SAISIAZ."

Reap this life's success or failure! soon shall things be unperplexed

And the right and wrong, now tangled, lie unravelled in the next.

FROM "REVERIE."

I know there shall dawn a day

--Is it here on homely earth?

Is it yonder, worlds away,

Where the strange and new have birth, That Power comes in full play?

Somewhere, below, above,

Shall a day dawn—this I know-
When Power, which vainly strove
My weakness to o'erthrow,
Shall triumph. I breathe, I move,

I truly am, at last!

For a veil is rent between
Me and the truth which passed
Fitful, half-guessed, half-seen,
Grasped at-not gained, held fast.

Where, amid what strifes and storms
May wait the adventurous quest,
Power is Love—transports, transforms
Who aspired from worst to best,
Sought the soul's world, spurned the worms'.

I have faith such end shall be :

From the first, Power was-I knew.

Life has made clear to me

That, strive but for closer view,

Love were as plain to see.

When see? When there dawns a day,

If not on the homely earth, Then yonder, worlds away,

Where the strange and new have birth, And Power comes full in play.

FROM "EPILOGUE."

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,

Never doubted clouds would break,

Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,

Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,

Sleep to wake.

No, at noonday in the bustle of man's worktime

Greet the unseen with a cheer!

Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,

"Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,-fight

on, fare ever

There as here!"