LIV.

The wish, that of the living whole

No life may fail beyond the grave,
Derives it not from what we have

The likest God within the soul?

Are God and Nature then at strife,

That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,

So careless of the single life;

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!: That I, considering everywhere

Her secret meaning in her deeds,

And finding that of fifty seeds

She often brings but one to bear,

I falter where I firmly trod,

And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs

That slope thro' darkness up to God,

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LV.

'So careful of the type 1' but no.

From scarped cliff and quarried stone v , She cries 'a thousand types are gone:

I care for nothing, all shall go.

Thou makest thine appeal to me:
I bring to life, I bring to death:
The spirit does but mean the breath:

I know no more.' And he, shall he,

Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, '. . Such splendid purpose in his eyes,

i Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,

Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,

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: ' | \ Who trusted God was love indeed

I i And love Creation's final law—

J 'i Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw

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With ravine, shriek'd against his creed—

Pbacb; come away: the song of woe
Is after all an earthly song:
Peace; come away: we do him wrong

To sing so wildly: let ns go.

Come; let us go: your checks aro pale: But half my life I leave behind: ! j Mothiuks my friend is richly shrined;

But I shall pass; my work will fail.

* J Yet in these ears, till hearing dies,