t*> we indeed desire the dead

Should still be near us at our side 1

Is there no baseness we would hide? No inner vileness that we dread 1

Shall he for whose applanse I strove,

I had such reverence for his blame, 'i

Sec with clear eye some hidden shame And I Ik; lcssen'd in his love? .

I CANNOT l0VC thee 08 I OUght,

For love reflects the thing beloved; \] i - My words are only words, and moved

Upon the topmost froth of thought.

'Yet blame not thou thy plaintive song,'
The Spirit of true love replied;
'Thou canst not move mc from thy side,

Nor human frailty do me wrong.

'What keeps a spirit wholly true
To that ideal which he bears 1
What record 1 not the sinless years

That breathed beneath the Syrian blue:

'So fret not, like an idle girl,

That life is dash'd with flecks of sin.

Abide: thy wealth is gather'd in, When Time hath suuder'd shell from pearl.'

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Hold thou the good: define it well:

For fear divine Philosophy

Should push beyond her mark, and bo Procuress to the Lords of Hell.

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How many a father have I scon,
A sober man, among his boys,
Whose youth was full of foolish noise,:

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Who wears his manhood hale and green:

And dare we to this fancy give,

That had the wild oat not bcen sown,
The soil, left barren, scareo had grown

The grain by which a man may live t

Oh, if we held the doctrine sound

For life outliving heats of youth,
Yet who would preach it as a truth

To those that eddy round and round J

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Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,

Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;

That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,

When God hath made the pile complete;

That not a worm is cloven in vain:
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire,

Or but subserves another's gain.

i So runs my dream: but what am I I

An infant crying in tho night:

An infant crying fur the light:

And with no language but a cry.