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es to and fro, Never by passion quite possess'd And never quite benumb'd by the world's sway?--_ And I, I know not if to pray Still to be what I am, or yield and be 35 Like all the other men I see. For most men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their lives to some unmeaning taskwork give, 40 Dreaming of nought beyond their prison-wall. And as, year after year, Fresh products of their barren labour fall From their tired hands, and rest Never yet comes more near, 45 Gloom settles slowly down over their breast; A while they try to stem The waves of mournful thought by which they are prest, And the rest, a few, Escape their prison and depart 50 On the wide ocean of life anew. There the freed prisoner, where'er his heart Listeth, will sail; Nor doth he know how these prevail, Despotic on that sea, 55 Trade-winds which cross it from eternity. Awhile he holds some false way, undebarr'd By thwarting signs, and braves The freshening wind and blackening waves And then the tempest strikes him; and between 60 The lightning-bursts is seen Only a driving wreck. And the pale master on his spar-strewn deck With anguished face and flying hair, Grasping the rudder hard, 65 Still bent to make some port he knows not where, Still standing for some false, impossible shore. And sterner comes the roar Of sea and wind, and through the deepening gloom Fainter and fainter wreck and helmsman loom 70 And he, too, disappears and comes no more. Is there no life, but there alone? Madman or slave, must man be one? Plainness and clearness without shadow of stain! Clearness divine. 75 Ye heavens, whose pure dark regions have no sign Of languor, though so calm, and though so great Are yet untroubled and unpassionate; Who though so noble, share in the world's toil. And, though so task'd, keep free from dust and soil! 80 I will not say that your mild deeps retain A tinge, it may he, of their silent pain Who have longed deeply once, and longed in vain-- But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head, to let him
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