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VIII

The Peak is high and flush'd

At his highest with sunrise fire;
The Peak is high, and the stars are high,
And the thought of a man is higher.

IX

A deep below the deep,

And a height beyond the height!

Our hearing is not hearing,

And our seeing is not sight.

X

The voice and the Peak

Far into heaven withdrawn, The lone glow and long roar

Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn!

FLOWER in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

A DEDICATION

DEAR, near and true-no truer Time himself
Can prove you, tho' he make

you evermore

Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life

Shoots to the fall-take this and pray that he
Who wrote it, honouring your sweet faith in him,
May trust himself; and after praise and scorn,
As one who feels the immeasurable world,
Attain the wise indifference of the wise;
And after Autumn past-if left to pass
His autumn into seeming-leafless days-
Draw toward the long frost and longest night,
Wearing his wisdom lightly, like the fruit
Which in our winter woodland looks a flower.1

1 The fruit of the Spindle-tree (Euonymus Europæus).

END OF VOL. VI

Printed by R. & R. CLARK, LIMITED, Edinburgh.

UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN

3 9015 02048 4328

Review

1994

Reviewed by Preservation

1994

Filmed by Preservation

1997

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