 | Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell |  |
“I LOVE THOSE POETS, OF WHATEVER CREED”
I love those poets, of whatever creed,Who bring such holy tears into mine eyes
As are the pledge of sweetest charities,
And of a love wherein lies wrapt ripe seed
Of the white flow'r of high unconscious deed;
Who make me to hold up a manly head
And put a firmer muscle in my tread,
Even by one little word that fits my need:
And I must love such deep and solemn lines,
As give me that strong tenderness of heart
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For then I know that Nature did her part
Towards the filling of that harmony,
Which finds so true an answering chord in me.
| Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell | |