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Spirit of Dreams When many a toilsome height	A
Shut paradise from exiled Adam s sight	A
Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to stray	B
On either hand companions of his way	B
This Hope was named in heaven whence he came	C
And that of Melancholy bore the name	C
Thy parents these who clothed thee with a ray	B
Snatched from Perfection as she passed away	B
And to their gentle child bequeathed the grace	D
Wherewith they once adorned unfallen nature s face	D
Queen mother of Elysiums and all fair	E
Hesperian gardens hear thy suppliant s prayer	E
Lend me the hues with which the mortal eyes	F
Thou dost bring back the tints of paradise	G
Hues drawn from all the splendours that there be	H
In this new world from earth and sky and sea	H
From nameless flowers that wild in forests run	I
Up to the glories of the setting sun	I
From those white flickers that round fountains leap	J
From the phosphoric lightenings of the deep	J
From wave wet sands that glisten on the shore	K
From blazing diamonds and rich beaming ore	K
From these by thee with native art combined	L
And interblended with the light of mind	L
These hues now lend thy suppliant for he	H
The brilliant steps would trace of thy whole ministry	H
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O for a golden lyre while first I sing	M
How thou dost lovelier make the loveliest thing	M
Woman is beautiful no more unless	N
Thou touch her beauty with thy soft caress	N
Then sweeter sweets her form at once invest	O
Than breathe in gales of Araby the blest	O
A thousand charms from thy fair soul are given	I
And she outshines the very moon of heaven	I
Lovely this prospect Yet thy presence here	P
Doubles each glory of the golden year	Q
Breathes but thy influence o er a pasture plain	R
And lo tis flushed with Eden glows again	S
This light how glorious A sun woven robe	T
Wrapping in living warmth the fruitful globe	T
But if thy touch lend vision to our eyes	F
We see celestial radiance flood the skies	F
The common light burns with diviner flame	C
It is the light of God Our awestruck souls exclaim	C
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O he whose wild heart leaps to thy wild call	U
Hath yet some joy whatever may befall	U
Hath yet some wealth where destitution reigns	V
Nay even some high inviolable gains	V
Where rapine sits enthroned and slavery clanks her chains	V
Still his possessions compass whatsoe er	W
Of good and beauteous nature treasures there	E
Still the lone hill wild vale and pathless grove	X
Are his by the great solemn right of love	Y
For him what gold is in the morning s hues	Z
What unbought jewels are the lucent dews	Z
What regal mansions are the brookside bowers	A2
What gay assemblies the balm breathing flowers	A2
Then every bird that pipes a matin lay	B
Doth unto him unconscious tribute pay	B
Yea every grace of stream and wood and sky	B2
Is vassal to his sovereign ear and eye	B2
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And when the busy coils of Mammon s brood	C2
Fail like the voices of an ebbing flood	D2
And from the scenes that glared with her display	B
Pride drunken fashion rolls fatigued away	B
When from mild evening s shadowy robe the breeze	E2
Shakes cool delight and odorous messages	F2
And when no longer the sun s beams fire crest	O
The dusky hills but round him in the west	O
Are gathered even like a summoned host	G2
In gorgeous tents on the horizon s coast	G2
Ere to the regions of a separate day	B
He rolls at length in purple pomp away	B
Whilst yet some moments yet withdrawing gleams	H2
Travel the air and die along the streams	H2
A sumptuous festival that hour shall prove	I2
To bathe his chosen soul with harmony and love	Y
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When up the unclouded heaven in starry sheen	J2
Night walks like a gem sprangled Ethiop queen	J2
And from her solemn curtains wide unfurled	K2
Falls dense repose upon the drowsy world	K2
No sordid appetite no passion mean	J2
Chains down thy votary to this mere terrene	J2
But following thee he freely soars afar	L2
From moon to planet and from star to star	L2
Yea onward still he venturous may trace	D
Thy distant course through dimmest depths of space	D
Till waxing bolder from the boundless flight	A
He claim his kinship with the infinite	M2
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And now though mournful he thy servant s theme	N2
A tale of hapless love or faded dream	N2
Of worth of men whose spirits once so bright	A
Like halcyons gemmed the rivers of delight	A
But fled misfortune s wintry floods before	K
Never to show their shining plumage more	K
Still thou thy hope tired follower ever near	Q
Sublim st each sigh and hallowest every tear	E
Till even despair thy handmaid grows to be	H
Sending a lurid light by its intensity	H
Through awful spirit depths thy foes can never see	H
Doth danger threaten and doth terror scream	N2
O er their wild fronts a reconciling gleam	N2
Thy wings reflect The storm that rends the sky	B2
And ploughs the ocean can if thou art nigh	B2
Give to the heart stern strength and lift the soul on high	B2
Thou throw st fierce loveliness o er ruin s face	D
And over death s calm brow a mild entrancing grace	D
Nay be thy glance but turned where devils dwell	O2
And a sad glory lightens out of hell	O2
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Spirit of dreams Oh let me grateful say	B
How thou hast brightened my lone earthly way	B
When most beset by troubles stern and new	J2
When foes must triumphed friends were most untrue	J2
My soul s distractions thou hast all subdued	C2
Through visions high of Love and Liberty and Good	P2
Or stood I like a wizard wild and lone	J2
On some great mountain s cloud frequented cone	J2
Meet altar of a universal fane	J2
Where no fiend rites had left their murder strain	J2
Thou gav st me faith s prophetic power to seize	E2
High consolation out of mysteries	E2
Those mystic terrors that low muttering roll	Q2
Through life s dim tract the storm clouds of the soul	Q2
O spirit Thus attend me to the last	R2
Brighten the future as thou did st the past	R2
May never aught thy splendid dreams dispel	O2
Till the hard Real earn the heart s applause as well	O2

Charles Harpur

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