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It the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness,
It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement;
But when thou prosperest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired,
To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence.
Stay awhile, thou blessed band, be entreated, daughters of heaven!
While the chance-met scholar of Wisdom learneth your sacred names:
He is resting a little from his toil, yet a little on the borders of earth,
And fain would he have you his friends, to bid him glad welcome
Who among the glorious art thou, that walkest a Goddess and a Queen,
Thy crown of living stars, and a golden cross thy sceptre ?
Who among flowers of loveliness is she, thy seeming herald,
Yet she boasteih not thee nor herself, and her garments are plain in their
neatness? Wherefore is there one among the train, whose eyes are red with
weeping, Yet is her open forehead
with the sun of ecstacy? And who is that blood-stained warrior, with glory sitting on his crest ? And who, that solemn sage, calm in majestic dignity ? Also, in the lengthening troop see I some clad in robes of triumph, Whose fair and sunny faces I have known and loved on earth: Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, and Sciences, and Muses, That, like sisters of charity, tended in this world's hospital ; Welcome, for verily I knew, ye could not but be children of the light, Though earth hath soiled your robes, and robbed you of half your glory; Welcome, chiefly welcome, for I find I have friends in heaven, And some I might scarce have looked for, as thou, light-hearted Mirth; Thou also, star-robed Urania; and thou, with the curious glass, That rejoicedst in tracking wisdom where the eye was too dull to note its : And art thou too among the blessed, mild, much injured Poetry?
Who quickenest with light and beauty the leaden face of matter,
Who not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens with music,
And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from he
That hast been to me for oil and for wine, to cheer and uphold my soul,
When wearied, battling with the surge, the stunning surge of life:
Of thee, for well have I loved thee, of thee may I ask in hope,
Who among the glorious is she, that walketh a Goddess and a Queen ?
And who that fair-haired herald, and who that weeping saint?
And who that mighty warrior, and who that solemn sage ?
Son, happy art thou that Wisdom hath led ihee hitherward :
For otherwise never hadst thou known the joy-giving name of our Queen
Behold her, the life of men, the anchor of their shipwrecked hopes :
Behold her, the shepherdess of souls, who bringeth back the wanderers to
And for that modest herald, she is named on earth, Humility:
And hast thou not known, my son, the tearful face of Repentance ?
Faith is yon time-scarred hero, walking in the shade of his laurels;
And Reason, the serious sage, who followeth the footsteps of Faith:
And all we, are but handmaids, ministers of minor bliss,
Who rejoice to be counted servants in the train of a Queen so glorious.
But for her name, son of man, it is strange to the language of heaven,
For those who have never fallen need not and may not learn it:
Ligeance we sware to our God, and ligeance well have we kept;
It is only the band of the redeemed who can tell thee the fulness of that
name: (18) Yet will I comfurt thee, my son, for the love wherewith thou hast loved
me, And thou shalt touch for thyself the golden sceptre of Religion.
So that blessed train passed by me; but the vision was sealed upon my
soul; And its memory is shrined in fragrance, for the promise of the Spirit was
true : I learn from the silent poem of all creation round me, How beautiful their feet, who follow in that train
DESPISE not, shrewd reckoner, the God of a good man's worship,
Neither let thy calculating folly gainsay the unity of three;
Nor scorn another's creed, although he cannot solve thy doubts;
Reason is the follower of faith, where he may not be precursor:
It is written, and so we believe, waiting not for outward proof,
Inasmuch as mysteries inscrutable are the clear prerogatives of Godhead.
Reason hath nothing positive, faith hath-nothing doubtful;
And the height of unbelieving wisdom is to question all things.
When there is marvel in a doctrine, faith is joyful and adoreth;
But when all is clear, what place is left for faith?
Tell me the sum of thy knowledge,—is it yet assured of any thing?
Despise not what is wonderful, when all things are wonderful around thee.
From the multitude of like effects, thou sayest, behold a law:
And the matter thou art baffled in unmaking, is to thy mind an element.
Then look abroad, I pray thee, for analogy holdeth every where,
And the Maker hath stamped his name on every creature of his hand :
I know not of a matter or a spirit, that is not three in one,
And truly should account it for a marvel, a coin without the image of its
Man talketh of himself as ignorant, but judgeth by himself as wise:
His own guess counteth he truth, but the notions of another are his scorn
But bear thou yet with a brother, whose thought may be less subtle thar
And suffer the passing speculation suggested by analogies to faith
Like begetteth like, and the great sea of Existence
In each of its uncounted waves holdeth up a mirror to its Maker:
Like begetteth like, and the spreading tree of being
With each of its trefoil leaves pointeth at the trinity of God.
Let him whose eyes have been unfilmed, read this homily in all things,
And thou, of duller sight, despise not him that readeth:
There be three grand principles; life, generation, and obedience ;
Shadowing in every creature, the Spirit, and the Father, and the Son.
There be three grand unities, variously mixed in trinities,
Three catholic divisors of the million sums of matter:
Yea, though science hath not seen it, climbing the ladder of experiment.
Let faith, in the presence of her God, promulgate the mighty truth ·
Of three sole elements all nature's works consist:
The pine, and the rock to which it clingeth, and the eagle sailing around
The lion, and the northern whale, and the deeps wherein he sporteth;
The lizard sleeping in the sun; the lightning flashing from a cloud;
The rose, and the ruby, and the pearl ; each one is made of three;
And the three be the like ingredients, mingled in diverse measures.
Thyself hast within thyself body, and life, and mind:
Matter, and breath, and instinct, unite in all beasts of the field;
Substance, coherence, and weight, fashion the fabrics of the earth;
The will, the doing, and the deed, combine to frame a fact:
The stem, the leaf, and the flower; beginning, middle, and end;
Cause, circumstance, consequent; and
three is one. Yea, the very breath of man's life consisteth of a trinity of vapours, And the noonday light is a compound, the triune shadow of Jehovah. (?)
SHALL all things else be in mystery, and God alone be understood ?
Shall finite fathom infinity, though it sound not the shallows of creation >
Shall a man comprehend his Maker, being yet a riddle to himself?
Or time teach the lesson that eternity cannot master ?
If God be nothing more than one, a child can compass the thought;
But seraphs fail to unravel the wondrous unity of three.
One verily He is, for there can be but one who is all mighty;
Yet the oracles of nature and religion proclaim Him three in one.
And where were the value to thy soul, O miserable denizen of earth,
Of the idle pageant of the cross, where hung no sacrifice for thee >