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I	A
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If thou hadst been a sculptor what a race	B
Of forms divine had thenceforth filled the land	C
Methinks I see thee glorious workman stand	C
Striking a marble window through blind space	B
Thy face's reflex on the coming face	B
As dawns the stone to statue 'neath thy hand	C
Body obedient to its soul's command	C
Which is thy thought informing it with grace	B
So had it been But God who quickeneth clay	D
Nor turneth it to marble maketh eyes	E
Not shadowy hollows where no sunbeams play	D
Would mould his loftiest thought in human guise	E
Thou didst appear walking unknown abroad	F
God's living sculpture all informed of God	G
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II	A
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If one should say Lo there thy statue take	H
Possession sculptor now inherit it	I
Go forth upon the earth in likeness fit	I
As with a trumpet cry at morning wake	H
The sleeping nations with light's terror shake	H
The slumber from their hearts that where they sit	I
They leap straight up aghast as at a pit	I
Gaping beneath I hear him answer make	H
Alas for me I cannot nor would dare	J
Inform what I revered as I did trace	B
Who would be fool that he like fool might fare	J
With feeble spirit mocking the enorm	K
Strength on his forehead Thou God's thought thy form	K
Didst live the large significance of thy face	B
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III	A
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Men have I seen and seen with wonderment	L
Noble in form lift upward and divine	M
In whom I yet must search as in a mine	M
After that soul of theirs by which they went	N
Alive upon the earth And I have bent	N
Regard on many a woman who gave sign	M
God willed her beautiful when he drew the line	M
That shaped each float and fold of beauty's tent	N
Her soul alas chambered in pigmy space	B
Left the fair visage pitiful inane	O
Poor signal only of a coming face	B
When from the penetrale she filled the fane	O
Possessed of thee was every form of thine	M
Thy very hair replete with the divine	M
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IV	P
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If thou hadst built a temple how my eye	A
Had hungering fed thereon from low browed crypt	Q
Up to the soaring pinnacles that tipt	Q
With stars gave signal when the sun drew nigh	A
Dark caverns in and under vivid sky	A
Its home and aim Say from the glory slipt	Q
And down into the shadows dropt and dipt	Q
Or reared from darkness up so holy high	A
Thou build'st the temple of thy holy ghost	Q
From hid foundation to high hidden fate	Q
Foot in the grave head at the heavenly gate	Q
From grave and sky filled with a fighting host	Q
Man is thy temple man thy work elect	Q
His glooms and glory thine great architect	Q
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V	P
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If thou hadst been a painter what fresh looks	R
What outbursts of pent glories what new grace	B
Had shone upon us from the great world's face	B
How had we read as in eternal books	R
The love of God in loneliest shiest nooks	R
A lily in merest lines thy hand did trace	B
Had plainly been God's child of lower race	B
And oh how strong the hills songful the brooks	R
To thee all nature's meanings lie light bare	J
Because thy heart is nature's inner side	Q
Clear as to us earth on the dawn's gold tide	Q
Her notion vast up in thy soul did rise	E
Thine is the world thine all its splendours rare	J
Thou Man ideal with the unsleeping eyes	E
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VI	A
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But I have seen pictures the work of man	S
In which at first appeared but chaos wild	Q
So high the art transcended they beguiled	Q
The eye as formless and without a plan	S
Not soon the spirit brooding o'er began	S
To see a purpose rise like mountain isled	Q
When God said Let the Dry appear and piled	Q
Above the waves it rose in twilight wan	T
So might thy pictures then have been too strange	U
For us to pierce beyond their outmost look	V
A vapour and a darkness a sealed book	V
An atmosphere too high for wings to range	U
And so we could but gazing pale and change	U
And tremble as at a void thought cannot brook	V
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VII	A
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But earth is now thy living picture where	J
Thou shadowest truth the simple and profound	Q
By the same form in vital union bound	Q
Where one can see but the first step of thy stair	J
Another sees it vanish far in air	J
When thy king David viewed the starry round	Q
From heart and fingers broke the psaltery sound	Q
Lord what is man that thou shouldst mind his prayer	J
But when the child beholds the heavens on high	A
He babbles childish noises not less dear	W
Than what the king sang praying to the ear	X
Of him who made the child and king and sky	A
Earth is thy picture painter great whose eye	A
Sees with the child sees with the kingly seer	X
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VIII	A
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If thou hadst built some mighty instrument	Q
And set thee down to utter ordered sound	Q
Whose faithful billows from thy hands unbound	Q
Breaking in light against our spirits went	Q
And caught and bore above this earthly tent	Q
The far strayed back to their prime natal ground	Q
Where all roots fast in harmony are found	Q
And God sits thinking out a pure consent	Q
Nay that thou couldst not that was not for thee	P
Our broken music thou must first restore	Y
A harder task than think thine own out free	P
And till thou hast done it no divinest score	Y
Though rendered by thine own angelic choir	Z
Can lift one human spirit from the mire	A2
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IX	E
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If thou hadst been a poet On my heart	Q
The thought flashed sudden burning through the weft	Q
Of life and with too much I sank bereft	Q
Up to my eyes the tears with sudden start	Q
Thronged blinding then the veil would rend and part	Q
The husk of vision would in twain be cleft	Q
Thy hidden soul in naked beauty left	Q
I should behold thee Nature as thou art	Q
O poet Jesus at thy holy feet	Q
I should have lien sainted with listening	B2
My pulses answering ever in rhythmic beat	Q
The stroke of each triumphant melody's wing	B2
Creating as it moved my being sweet	Q
My soul thy harp thy word the quivering string	B2
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X	E
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Thee had we followed through the twilight land	Q
Where thought grows form and matter is refined	Q
Back into thought of the eternal mind	Q
Till seeing them one Lo in the morn we stand	Q
Then started fresh and followed hand in hand	Q
With sense divinely growing till combined	Q
We heard the music of the planets wind	Q
In harmony with billows on the strand	Q
Till one with earth and all God's utterance	E
We hardly knew whether the sun outspake	B2
Or a glad sunshine from our spirits brake	B2
Whether we think or winds and blossoms dance	E
Alas O poet leader for such good	Q
Thou wast God's tragedy writ in tears and blood	Q
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XI	E
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Hadst thou been one of these in many eyes	E
Too near to be a glory for thy sheen	C2
Thou hadst been scorned and to the best hadst been	D2
A setter forth of strange divinities	E
But to the few construct of harmonies	E
A sudden sun uplighting the serene	C2
High heaven of love and through the cloudy screen	C2
That 'twixt our souls and truth all wretched lies	E
Dawning at length hadst been a love and fear	W
Worshipped on high from Magian's mountain crest	Q
And all night long symbolled by lamp flames clear	W
Thy sign a star upon thy people's breast	Q
Where that strange arbitrary token lies	E
Which once did scare the sun in noontide skies	E
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XII	E
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But as thou camest forth to bring the poor	E2
Whose hearts are nearer faith and verity	E
Spiritual childhood thy philosophy	E
So taught'st the A B C of heavenly lore	Y
Because thou sat'st not lonely evermore	Y
With mighty truths informing language high	A
But walking in thy poem continually	E
Didst utter deeds of all true forms the core	Y
Poet and poem one indivisible fact	Q
Because thou didst thine own ideal act	Q
And so for parchment on the human soul	F2
Didst write thine aspirations at thy goal	F2
Thou didst arrive with curses for acclaim	K
And cry to God up through a cloud of shame	K
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XIII	E
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For three and thirty years a living seed	Q
A lonely germ dropt on our waste world's side	Q
Thy death and rising thou didst calmly bide	Q
Sore companied by many a clinging weed	Q
Sprung from the fallow soil of evil and need	Q
Hither and thither tossed by friends denied	Q
Pitied of goodness dull and scorned of pride	Q
Until at length was done the awful deed	Q
And thou didst lie outworn in stony bower	Z
Three days asleep oh slumber godlike brief	A
For man of sorrows and acquaint with grief	A
Life seed thou diedst that Death might lose his power	Z
And thou with rooted stem and shadowy leaf	A
Rise of humanity the crimson flower	Z
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XIV	A
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Where dim the ethereal eye no art though clear	W
As golden star in morning's amber springs	E
Can pierce the fogs of low imaginings	E
Painting and sculpture are a mockery mere	W
Where dull to deafness is the hearing ear	X
Vain is the poet Nought but earthly things	E
Have credence When the soaring skylark sings	E
How shall the stony statue strain to hear	X
Open the deaf ear wake the sleeping eye	A
And Lo musicians painters poets all	G2
Trooping instinctive come without a call	G2
As winds that where they list blow evermore	Y
As waves from silent deserts roll to die	A
In mighty voices on the peopled shore	Y
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XV	A
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Our ears thou openedst mad'st our eyes to see	E
All they who work in stone or colour fair	J
Or build up temples of the quarried air	J
Which we call music scholars are of thee	E
Henceforth in might of such the earth shall be	E
Truth's temple theatre where she shall wear	J
All forms of revelation all men bear	J
Tapers in acolyte humility	E
O master maker thy exultant art	Q
Goes forth in making makers Pictures No	H2
But painters who in love and truth shall show	H2
Glad secrets from thy God's rejoicing heart	Q
Sudden green grass and waving corn up start	Q
When through dead sands thy living waters go	H2
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XVI	A
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From the beginning good and fair are one	I2
But men the beauty from the truth will part	Q
And though the truth is ever beauty's heart	Q
After the beauty will short breathed run	I2
And the indwelling truth deny and shun	I2
Therefore in cottage synagogue and mart	Q
Thy thoughts came forth in common speech not art	Q
With voice and eye in Jewish Babylon	T
Thou taughtest not with pen or carved stone	J2
Nor in thy hand the trembling wires didst take	B2
Thou of the truth not less than all wouldst make	B2
For Truth's sake even her forms thou didst disown	J2
Ere through the love of beauty truth shall fail	K2
The light behind shall burn the broidered veil	K2
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XVII	A
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Holy of holies my bare feet draw nigh	A
Jesus thy body is the shining veil	K2
By which I look on God nor grow death pale	K2
I know that in my verses poor may lie	A
Things low for see the thinker is not high	A
But were my song as loud as saints' all hail	K2
As pure as prophet's cry of warning wail	K2
As holy as thy mother's ecstasy	E
He sings a better who for love or ruth	L2
Into his heart a little child doth take	B2
Nor thoughts nor feelings art nor wisdom seal	M2
The man who at thy table bread shall break	B2
Thy praise was not that thou didst know or feel	M2
Or show or love but that thou didst the truth	L2
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XVIII	A
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Despised Rejected by the priest led roar	Y
Of the multitude The imperial purple flung	B2
About the form the hissing scourge had stung	B2
Witnessing naked to the truth it bore	Y
True son of father true I thee adore	Y
Even the mocking purple truthful hung	B2
On thy true shoulders bleeding its folds among	B2
For thou wast king art king for evermore	Y
I know the Father he knows me the truth	L2
Truth witness therefore the one essential king	B2
With thee I die with thee live worshipping	B2
O human God O brother eldest born	N2
Never but thee was there a man in sooth	L2
Never a true crown but thy crown of thorn	N2