The name of all our lives and loves. 5
Hearken, and help, ye holy doves ↓
The high-born brood of Day; you bright
Candidates of blissful light,

The heirs elect of Love, whose names belong
Unto the everlasting life of song; 10

All ye wise souls, who in the wealthy breast
Of this unbounded name, build your warm (nest.
Awake, my glory, Soul, (if such thou be,
And that fair word at all refer to thee),
Awake and sing, 15

And be all wing;

Bring hither thy whole self; and let me see What of thy parent Heaven yet speaks in thee. O thou art poor

Of noble powers, I see,

And full of nothing else but empty me:
Narrow, and low, and infinitely less

Than this great morning's mighty business.
One little world or two

(Alas!) will never do; 25

We must have store.

Go, Soul, out of thyself, and seek for more.
Go and request

Great Nature for the key of her huge chest
Of Heavens, the self-involving set of spheres 30
(Which dull mortality more feels than hears).
Then rouse the nest

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Of nimble Art, and traverse round

The airy shop of soul-appeasing sound:
And beat a summons in the same 35

All-sovereign name,

To warn each several kind

And shape of sweetness, be they such
As sigh with supple wind

Or answer artful touch; 0

That they convene and come away

To wait at the love-crowned doors of this illustrious day.
Shall we dare this, my Soul? we'll do 't and bring
No other note for 't, but the name we sing.
Wake lute and harp, and every sweet-lipped thing 45
That talks with tuneful string;

Start into life, and leap with me

Into a hasty fit-tuned harmony.

Nor must you think it much

T'obey my bolder touch; 50

I have authority in Love's name to take you,
And to the work of Love this morning wake you.

Wake, in the name

Of Him Who never sleeps, all things that are,
Or, what's the same, 55

Are musical;

Answer my call

And come along ;

Help me to meditate mine immortal song.

Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth, o

Bring all your household-stuff of Heaven on earth;

O you, my Soul's most certain wings,
Complaining pipes, and prattling strings,

Bring all the store

Of sweets you have; and murmur that you have no more. 5

Come, ne'er to part,

Nature and Art!

Come; and come strong,

To the conspiracy of our spacious song.
Bring all the powers of praise, 10

Your provinces of well-united worlds can raise ;
Bring all your lutes and harps of Heaven and Earth;
Whate'er co-operates to the common mirth :

Vessels of vocal joys,

Or you, more noble architects of intellectual noise, 75
Cymbals of Heaven, or human spheres,
Solicitors of souls or ears;

And when you are come, with all

That you can bring or we can call:

O may you fix

For ever here, and mix

Yourselves into the long

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And everlasting series of a deathless song;

Mix all your many worlds above,

And loose them into one of love. $5

Cheer thee my heart!

For thou too hast thy part

And place in the Great Throng

Of this unbounded all-embracing song.

Powers of my soul, be proud! 90

And speak loud

To all the dear-bought Nations this redeeming Name,
And in the wealth of one rich word, proclaim

New similes to Nature. May it be no wrong,
Blest Heavens, to you and your superior song, 45
That we, dark sons of dust and sorrow,

A while dare borrow

The name of your delights, and our desires,

And fit it to so far inferior lyres.

Our murmurs have their music too, 100

Seraphim

Of a poor panting turtle-dove./05.

And we, low worms, have leave to do

The same bright business (ye Third Heavens) with you.

Gentle spirits, do not complain !

We will have care

To keep it fair,

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And send it back to you again.

Come, lovely Name! Appear from forth the bright

Regions of peaceful light;

Look from Thine Own illustrious home,

Fair King of names, and come://

Leave all Thy native glories in their gorgeous (nest,

And give Thy Self a while the gracious Guest
Of humble souls, that seek to find

When Thou art Master of the mind.
Come lovely Name; Life of our hope!
Lo, we hold our hearts wide ope!
Unlock Thy cabinet of Day,

Dearest Sweet, and come away.

Lo, how the thirsty lands

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Gasp for Thy golden showers! with long-stretch'd hands.

Lo, how the labouring Earth

That hopes to be

All Heaven by Thee, 130

Leaps at Thy birth !

The attending World, to wait Thy rise,

First turn'd to eyes;

And then, not knowing what to do,

Turn'd them to tears, and spent them too. 135

Come royal Name; and pay the expense
Of all this precious patience;

O come away

And kill the death of this delay!

O see so many worlds of barren years
Melted and measured out in seas of tears:

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