Questionings re the clouds that wander by ut the offspring of mine eye, orn with every glance I cast, erishing when that is past? nd those thousand, thousand eyes, cattered through the twinkling skies, Do they draw their life from mine, r of their own beauty shine? Now I close my eyes, my ears, New creations do begin; Hues more bright and forms more rare Than reality doth wear Flash across my inward sense, Soul! that all informest, say! Thought! that in me works and lives,- Art thou not thyself, perchance, A reflection inly flung By that world thou fanciedst sprung Of the world's thinking thou the theme? Be it thus, or be thy birth From a source above the earth Be thou matter, be thou mind, In thee alone myself I find, 2831 And through thee alone, for me, Losing still, that I may find This bounded self in boundless Mind. THE GREAT VOICES A VOICE from the sea to the mountains, A cry from the floods to the fountains, As they leap from the breast of the mountains: The pine forests thrill with emotion Oh, sing, human heart, like the fountains, Charles Timothy Brooks (1813–1883] BEAUTY AND DUTY I SLEPT, and dreamed that life was beauty; Ellen Hooper [18 Inspiration 2833 THE STRAIGHT ROAD may be the path to highest good, e successfully have it pursued. ho wouldst follow, be well warned to see y prove not a curvèd road to thee. ightest path perhaps which may be sought, ough the great highway men call "I ought." Ellen Hooper [18 THE WAY HEY find the way who linger where he soul finds fullest life; he battle brave is carried on y all who wait, and waiting, dare eem each day's least that's fitly done victory worthy to be won, For seek their gain with strife. Sidney Henry Morse [18 INSPIRATION LIFE of Ages, richly poured, Never was to chosen race That unstinted tide confined; Thine is every time and place, Fountain sweet of heart and mind! Secret of the morning stars, Rolling planet, flaming sun, Stand in nobler man complete; Homeward led, the wondering eye In the touch of earth it thrilled; Breathing in the thinker's creed, Consecrating art and song, Holy book and pilgrim track, Life of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Samuel Johnson (1822-1882) I IN THEE, AND THOU IN ME I AM but clay in thy hands; but thou art the all-loving artist; So to embody the life and love thou ever impartest Knowing thou needest this form, as I thy divine inspiration, divine, So would I answer each touch of thy hand in its loving creation, That in my conscious life thy power and beauty may shine. Gnosis 2835 e noble intent thou hast in forming thy crea om sense into life of the soul, and the image of h thee in thy work to model humanity's features likeness of God, myself from myself I would human existence, no one above or below me; wisdom and love, as roses are steeped in the m clay to statue, from statue to flesh, till thou e into manhood celestial, and in thine image re e will I trust, bringing me sooner or later lark screen that divides these shows of the finite ee. only, this warm dear life, O loving Creator! invisible future, born of the present, must be. Christopher Pearse Cranch [1813-1892] GNOSIS THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, We are spirits clad in veils; Heart to heart was never known; We are columns left alone |