 | Wild honey from various thyme |  |
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THE WAY HE TOOK
Thou wert alone: we know not what befell;But God was there, and Nature, and with thee,
O thou most human, it was surely well,
Thy manhood lifted into trinity,
And all thy loneliness at once in face
Of its desire and finding of its mood,
And freedom of its passion in the grace
And wonder of the whitening solitude!
We think of those bare heights, that noon, thy strange
Remorseless wandering beyond mortal tread;
Then of the rest we found thee in—the change
And murmur of the firs above thy head,
When Death at last brought the assuaging sense
At foot of that fierce crag of providence.
| Wild honey from various thyme | |