And a heart-tremble quivers through the deep;

Give me that growth which some perchance deem sleep,

Wherewith the steadfast coral-stems uprise,

Which, by the toil of gathering energies, Their upward way into clear sunshine keep,

Until, by Heaven's sweetest influences, Slowly and slowly spreads a speck of green

Into a pleasant island in the seas, Where, 'mid tall palms, the cane-roofed home is seen,

And wearied men shall sit at sunset's hour,

Hearing the leaves and loving God's dear power.

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VIII.

TO M. W., ON HER BIRTHDAY. MAIDEN, when such a soul as thine is born,

The morning-stars their ancient music make,

And, joyful, once again their song awake, Long silent now with melancholy scorn; And thou, not mindless of so blest a

morn,

By no least deed its harmony shalt

break,

But shalt to that high chime thy footsteps take,

Through life's most darksome passes unforlorn;

Therefore from thy pure faith thou shalt not fall,

Therefore shalt thou be ever fair and free,

And in thine every motion musical
As summer air, majestic as the sea,
A mystery to those who creep and crawl
Through Time, and part it from Eter-
nity.

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IX.

Each sea-wide bay and little weed receiveth, So, through his soul who earnestly believeth,

Life from the universal Heart doth flow, Whereby some conquest of the eternal Woe,

By instinct of God's nature, he achieveth:

A fuller pulse of this all-powerful beauty Into the poet's gulf-like heart doth tide, And he more keenly feels the glorious duty

Of serving Truth, despised and crucified,

Happy, unknowing sect or creed, to rest And feel God flow forever through his breast.

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And over it with fuller glory flows
The sky-like spirit of God; a hope begun
In doubt and darkness 'neath a fairer

sun

Cometh to fruitage, if it be of Truth; And to the law of meekness, faith, and ruth,

By inward sympathy, shall all be won: This thou shouldst know, who, from the painted feature

Of shifting Fashion, couldst thy breth

ren turn

Unto the love of ever-youthful Nature, And of a beauty fadeless and eterne; And always 't is the saddest sight to see An old man faithless in Humanity.

XVI.

THE SAME CONTINUED.

THE love of all things springs from love of one;

Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows,

XVIII.

THE SAME CONTINUED.

THEREFORE think not the Past is wise

alone,

For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best,

And thou shalt love it only as the nest Whence glory-winged things to Heaven have flown:

To the great Soul alone are all things known;

Present and future are to her as past, While she in glorious madness doth forecast

That perfect bud, which seems a flower full-blown

To each new Prophet, and yet always opes

Fuller and fuller with each day and hour, Heartening the soul with odor of fresh hopes,

And longings high, and gushings of wide power,

Yet never is or shall be fully blown Save in the forethought of the Eternal One.

Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold,

And, underneath their soft and flowery words,

Heard the cold serpent hiss; therefore he went

And humbly joined him to the weaker part,