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I I honour Nature holding it unjust	A
To look with jealousy on her designs	B
With every passing year more fast she twines	B
About my heart with her mysterious dust	A
Claim I a fellowship not less august	A
Although she works before me and combines	B
Her changing forms wherever the sun shines	B
Spreading a leafy volume on the crust	A
Of the old world and man himself likewise	B
Is of her making wherefore then divorce	B
What God hath joined thus and rend by force	B
Spirit away from substance bursting ties	B
By which in one great bond of unity	C
God hath together bound all things that be	C
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II And in these lines my purpose is to show	D
That He who left the Father though he came	E
Not with art splendour or the earthly flame	E
Of genius yet in that he did bestow	D
His own true loving heart did cause to grow	D
Unseen and buried deep whate'er we name	E
The best in human art without the shame	E
Of idle sitting in most real woe	D
And that whate'er of Beautiful and Grand	F
The Earth contains by him was not despised	G
But rather was so deeply realized	G
In word and deed though not with artist hand	F
That it was either hid or all disguised	G
From those who were not wise to understand	F
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III Art is the bond of weakness and we find	H
Therein acknowledgment of failing power	I
A man would worship gazing on a flower	I
Onward he passeth lo his eyes are blind	H
The unenlivened form he left behind	H
Grew up within him only for an hour	I
And he will grapple with Nature till the dower	J
Of strength shall be retreasured in his mind	H
And each form record is a high protest	K
Of treason done unto the soul of man	L
Which striving upwards ever is oppress'd	K
By the old bondage underneath whose ban	L
He failing in his struggle for the best	K
Must live in pain upon what food he can	L
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IV Moreover were there perfect harmony	C
'Twixt soul and Nature we should never waste	M
The precious hours in gazing but should haste	M
To assimilate her offerings and we	C
From high life elements as doth the tree	C
Should grow to higher so what we call Taste	M
Is a slow living as of roots encased	M
In the grim chinks of some sterility	C
Both cramping and withholding Art is Truth	N
But Truth dammed up and frozen gagged and bound	O
As is a streamlet icy and uncouth	N
Which pebbles hath and channel but no sound	O
Give it again its summer heart of youth	N
And it will be a life upon the ground	O
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V And Love had not been prisoned in cold stone	P
Nor Beauty smeared on the dead canvas so	D
Had not their worshipper been forced to go	D
Questful and restless through the world alone	P
Searching but finding not till on him shone	P
Back from his own deep heart a chilly glow	D
As of a frost nipped sunbeam or of snow	D
Under a storm dodged crescent which hath grown	P
Wasted to mockery and beneath such gleam	Q
His wan conceits have found an utterance	B
Which had they found a true and sunny beam	Q
Had ripened into real touch and glance	B
Nay more to real deed the Truth of all	R
To some perfection high and personal	S
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VI But yet the great of soul have ever been	T
The first to glory in all works of art	U
For from the genius form would ever dart	U
A light of inspiration and a sheen	V
As of new comings and ourselves have seen	V
Men of stern purpose to whose eyes would start	U
Sorrow at sight of sorrow though no heart	U
Did riot underneath that chilly screen	V
And hence we judge such utterance native to	W
The human soul expression highest best	K
Nay it is by such sign they will pursue	W
Albeit unknowing Beauty without rest	K
And failing in the search themselves will fling	X
Speechless before its shadow worshipping	X
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VII And how shall he whose mission is to bring	X
The soul to worship at its rightful shrine	Y
Seeing in Beauty what is most divine	Y
Give out the mightiest impulse and thus fling	X
His soul into the future scattering	X
The living seed of wisdom Shall there shine	Y
From underneath his hand a matchless line	Y
Of high earth beauties till the wide world ring	X
With the far clang that tells a missioned soul	Z
Kneeling to homage all about his feet	A2
Alas for such a gift were this the whole	Z
The only bread of life men had to eat	A2
Lo I behold them dead about him now	B2
And him the heart of death for all that brow	B2
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VIII If Thou didst pass by Art thou didst not scorn	C2
The souls that by such symbol yearned in vain	D2
From Truth and Love true nourishment to gain	D2
On thy warm breast so chilly and forlorn	C2
Fell these thy nurslings little more than born	C2
That thou wast anguished and there fell a rain	D2
From thy blest eyelids and in grief and pain	D2
Thou partedst from them yet one night and morn	C2
To find them wholesome food and nourishment	E2
Instead of what their blindness took for such	F2
Laying thyself a seed in earthen rent	G2
From which outspringing to the willing touch	F2
Riseth for all thy children harvest great	H2
For which they will all learn to bless thee yet	I2
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IV Thou sawest Beauty in the streaking cloud	J2
When grief lift up those eyelids nor in scorn	C2
Broke ever on thine eyes the purple morn	C2
Along the cedar tops to thee aloud	J2
Spake the night solitude when hushed and bowed	J2
The earth lay at thy feet stony and worn	C2
Loving thou markedst when the lamb unshorn	C2
Was glad before thee and amongst the crowd	J2
Famished and pent in cities did thine eye	K2
Read strangest glory though in human art	U
No record lives to tell us that thy heart	U
Bowed to its own deep beauty deeper did lie	K2
The burden of thy mission even whereby	K2
We know that Beauty liveth where Thou art	U
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X Doubtless thine eyes have watched the sun aspire	L2
From that same Olivet when back on thee	C
Flushed upwards after some night agony	C
Thy proper Godhead with a purer fire	I
Purpling thy Infinite and in strong desire	I
Thou sattest in the dawn that was to be	C
Uplifted on our dark perplexity	C
Yea in thee lay thy soul a living lyre	L2
And each wild beauty smote it though the sound	O
Rung to the night winds oft and desert air	M2
Beneath thine eyes the lily paled more fair	M2
And each still shadow slanting on the ground	O
Lay sweetly on thee as commissioned there	M2
So full wast thou of eyes all round and round	O
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XI And so thou neededst not our human skill	S
To fix what thus were transient there it grew	W
Wedded to thy perfection and anew	W
With every coming vision rose there still	S
Some living principle which did fulfil	S
Thy most legitimate manhood and unto	W
Thy soul all Nature rendered up its due	W
With not a contradiction and each hill	S
And mountain torrent and each wandering light	N2
Grew out divinely on thy countenance	B
Whereon as we are told by word and glance	B
Thy hearers read an ever strange delight So	D
strange to them thy Truth they could not tell	S
What made thy message so unspeakable	S
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XII And by such living witness didst thou preach	O2
Not with blind hands of groping forward thrust	A
Into the darkness gathering only dust	A
But by this real sign that thou didst reach	O2
In natural order rising each from each	O2
Thy own ideals of the True and Just	A
And that as thou didst live even so he must	A
Who would aspire his fellow men to teach	O2
Looking perpetual from new heights of Thought	P2
On his old self Of art no scorner thou	B2
Instead of leafy chaplet on thy brow	B2
Wearing the light of manhood thou hast brought	P2
Death unto Life Above all statues now	B2
Immortal Artist hail thy work is wrought	P2
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XIII Solemn and icy stand ye in my eyes	B
Far up into the niches of the Past	Q2
Ye marble statues dim and holden fast	Q2
Within your stony homes nor human cries	B
Had shook you from your frozen phantasies	B
Or sent the life blood through you till there passed	Q2
Through all your chilly bulks a new life blast	Q2
From the Eternal Living and ye rise	B
From out your stiffened postures rosy warm	R2
Walking abroad a goodly company	C
Of living virtues at that wondrous charm	S2
As he with human heart and hand and eye	K2
Walked sorrowing upon our highways then	C2
The Eternal Father's living gift to men	C2
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XIV As the pent torrent in uneasy rest	K
Under the griping rocks doth ever keep	T2
A monstrous working as it lies asleep	T2
In the round hollow of some mountain's breast	K
Till where it hideth in its sweltering nest	K
Some earthquake finds it and its waters leap	T2
Forth to the sunshine down the mighty steep	T2
So in thee once was anguished forth the quest	K
Whereby man sought for life power as he lay	S
Under his own proud heart and black despair	M2
Wedged fast and stifled up with loads of care	M2
Yet at dumb struggle with the tyrant clay	S
Thou wentest down below the roots of prayer	M2
And he hath cried aloud since that same day	S
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XV As he that parts in hatred from a friend	U2
Mixing with other men forgets the woe	D
Which anguished him when he beheld and lo	D
Two souls had fled asunder which did bend	U2
Under the same blue heaven yet ere the end	U2
When the loud world hath tossed him to and fro	D
Will often strangely reappear that glow	D
At simplest memory which some chance may send	U2
Although much stronger bonds have lost their power	I
So thou God sent didst come in lowly guise	B
Striking on simple chords not with surprise	B
Or mightiest recollectings in that hour	I
But like remembered fragrance of a flower	I
A man with human heart and loving eyes	B
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