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I hope --what hope I not ?—vague things

Of wondrous possible good ;
I dread—as vague imaginings,

A very viper's brood :
Fame's sunshine, fortune's golden dews

May now be hovering o’er,--
Or the pale shadow of ill news

Be cowering at my door!

O Mystery, master-key to life,

Thou spring of every hour,
I love to wrestle in thy strife,

And tempt thy perilous power ;
I love to know that none can know

What this day may bring forth,
What bliss for me, for me what woe

Is travailing in birth!

See, on my neighbour's threshold stands

Yon careless common man,
Bearing, perchance, in those coarse hands

- My Being's altered plan!
My germs of pleasure, or of pain,

Of trouble, or of peace,
May there lie thick as drops of rain

Distilled from Gideon's fleeee !


Who knoweth ? may not loves be dead,

Or those we loved laid low,-
Who knoweth? may not wealth be fled,

And all the world my foe?
Or who can tell if Fortune's hour

(Which once on all doth shine) Be not within this morning's dower,

A prosperous morn of mine ?

Ah, cold Reality!—in spite

Of hopes, and endless chance, That bitter postman, ruthless wight,

Has cheated poor Romance ;
No letters ! O the dreary phrase :

Another day forlorn :-
And thus I wend upon my ways

To watch another morn.

Cease, babbler !-let those doubtings cease :

What? should a son of heaven
With the pure manna of his Peace

Mix up this faithless leaven?
Not so !—for in the hands of God,

And in none earthly will,
Abides alike my staff, and rod,

My good, and seeming ill.


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Alas, we do but act ; we are not free :

The presence of another is a chain
My trammelled spirit strives to break, in vain :
How strangely different myself from me !

Thoughtful in solitude, serenely blest,
Crown'd and enthroned in mental majesty,
Equal to all things great, and daring all,

I muse of mysteries, and am at rest :

But, in the midst, some dull intruded guest
Topples me from my heights, holding in thrall
With his hard eye the traitor in my breast,

That before humbler intellects is cow'd,

Silently shrinking from the common crowd, .". And only with the highest self-possest.


Look on this babe ; and let thy pride take heed,

Thy pride of manhood, intellect, or fame, That thou despise him not: for he indeed,

And such as he, in spirit and heart the same, Are God's own children in that kingdom bright

Where purity is praise,—and where before

The FATHER's throne, triumphant evermore, The ministering angels, sons of light,

Stand unreproved ; because they offer there, Mix'd with the Mediator's hallowing pray’r, The innocence of babes in Christ like this :

O guardian Spirit, be my child thy care,
Lead him to God, obedience and bliss,
To God, O fostering cherub, thine and his !


ARE there no sympathies, no loves between us?

Is my hope vain ?-I have not vext thee long, Nor lent thee thoughts from God and good that wean

us, Nor given thee words that warp from right to wrong:

And if, at times, my too triumphant song Hath seem'd self-praise,—doth it indeed demean us That when a man feels hotly at his heart

The quick spontaneous fire of thoughts and words, He will not play the hypocrite's ill part,

Flinging aside the meed his Mind affords ?
No! with all gratitude and humbleness
I claim mine own; nor can affect to scorn
A gift, of my Creator's goodness born,

Which is my grace and glory to possess.



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