L Do we indecd desire the dead No inner vileness that we dread Î Shall he for whose applause I strove, And I be lessen'd in his love? I wrong the grave with fears untrue: There must be wisdom with great Death: The dead shall look me thro' and thro'. Bc near us when we climb or fall : To make allowance for us all. ‘Yet blame not thou thy plaintive song, Nor human frailty do me wrong. ‘What keeps a spirit wholly true That breathed beneath the Syrian blue : “So fret not, like an idle girl, When Time hath sunder'd shell from pearl.' LII. How many a father have I seen, Who wears his manhood hale and green : And dare we to this fancy give, The grain by which a man may live? Oh, if we held the doctrine sound To those that eddy round and round ! Hold thou the good : define it well: Procuress to the Lords of Hell. Oh yet we trust that somehow good Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; When God hath made the pile complete; i , I1; That not a worm is cloven in vain; j.: That not a moth with vain desire Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall And every winter change to spring. The baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the cirele of the breast, Has never thought that»this is I:' » j But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of ' I,' and 'me,' , V' And finds ' I am not what I see, 1 ij And other than the things I touch.' So rounds he to a separate mind From whence clear memory may begin, His isolation grows dotltiod. This use may lie in blood and breath, Which else wore fruitless of their due, Beyond the second birth of Death. |