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Rh They shall endure for eyes like thine, but not

For thine own eyes; for human hearts like thine,

But not for thine own heart, all dust and dead.

II

Face it, O Spirit, then look up once more,

Brave conqueror of dull mortality!

Look up and be a part of all thou seest.

Ocean and earth and miracle of sky,

All that thou seest, thou art, and without thee

Were nothing. Thou, a god, dost recreate

The whole; breathing thy soul in all, till all

Is one wide world made perfect at thy touch.

And know that thou, who darest a world create,

Art one with the Almighty, son to sire—

Of His eternity a quenchless spark.

AS DOTH THE BIRD"

VISIONS

I

into the pit

Of lonely sorrow,

The suffering soul,

Looking aloft,

Sees with amaze

In the daytime sky

The shine of stars.