XV. THE SAME CONTINUED. ONCE hardly in a cycle blossometh A flower-like soul ripe with the seeds of song, XVI. THE SAME CONTINUED. THE love of all things springs from love of one; Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows, And over it with fuller glory flows The sky-like spirit of God; a hope begun And to the law of meekness, faith, and ruth, This thou shouldst know, who, from the painted feature Of shifting Fashion, couldst thy brethren turn XVII. THE SAME CONTINUED. A POET cannot strive for despotism; XVIII. THE SAME CONTINUED. THEREFORE think not the Past is wise alone, Whence glory-winged things to. Heaven have flown: To the great Soul alone are all things known; While she in glorious madness doth forecast Save in the forethought of the Eternal One. XIX. THE SAME CONCLUded. FAR 'yond this narrow parapet of Time, Within the teeming womb of sin and crime; |