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Can madness in its raving cast a thought To soar unto thy blessed perfectness, Nor stand subdued with reverence and awe In contemplation of the Infinite? O Earth! thou Mother and true Monitress! Can thy frail children close their ears for aye 'Gainst the deep-hearted warnings of thy voice? In the wild whirl of life the tones may die Amid the clangour of contending foes, But here, as in the stillness of the night, Thy solemn teaching falleth on the soul To the vibration of the low heart-beat. Then what is there to charm me back to life? To wrestle with the guilty and the vain, And lose identity amid the crowd Who struggle onward after base desire. This quiet scene doth teach me how to weigh Your pleasures and your vanities aright; To hold as dross the honour that is flung Around man like a winter covering, Which the same hand can pluck away again, And leave the outcast shivering in the blast. There is no honour saving that within, Which none, nor man, nor Death itself can snatch, But which falls from the spirit in its flight Like a prophetic mantle upon Time. Pleasure! O World! in thine insanity Thou sinkest Soul into a poor buffoon, Garbed in tinsel and false ornament To play its antics on the stage of life, A thing for fools to laugh at in their mirth. Thou sat'st thy lust upon the sapless husks That strew the highways of this pilgrimage, Closing thine eyes unto their emptiness, And out of folly turning sour to sweet. Hast thou the joy that nature's converse sheds Thro' all the pulses of the quiet soul? The gentle calm that like a whispered song Steals o'er the sense with sweetest languishment? Hast thou the magic of the Beautiful, Wreathing about thy spirit evermore, In sunshine and in shadow; when the stars Gather around the azure dome of heaven, And the pale moon glides like a virgin bride Humbly behind the footsteps of her love: When the sweet morn dawns on the sleeping world To bring reality to visions bright; And on the curtain of dissolving mist Arches the many-tinted sign of heaven? Hast thou the minstrelsie of the wild woods, Clear-tided strains floating along the sky, Swelling, subsiding, like a silvery sea Beneath the dulcet breathing of the south? Hast thou that essence of all joyousness-- The glorious independence of the soul-- That spurneth man's usurped tyranny, The power
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