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Madeline

With other poems and parables: By Thomas Gordon Hake

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III. ON POETRY.

Words let the pedagogue dispute
His logic to express,
Words let the perjurer pollute
His fortunes to redress.
But winnow from the pearls the chaff of thought,
Lest sense and feeling be too lowly wrought.
Words let the bard to fancy fling
And at the peril scoff,
Wild thoughts to catch while on the wing,
The bloom not brushing off.
Then the purblind may look through poet's eyes
And see what things his sight beatifies.
Words in the songster's voice are heard
And rapture hails the shake,
Words in the orator are fear'd
While wonder fills his wake.
But when the voice has dropped its tone
Where are the fitful visions gone?

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More true the sculptor's marble word,
The soul is in the cast:
Though but a feeling to record
It is enough to last.
Strong is the sculptor's marble thought,
To solid life its beauty brought.
Tough is the painter's sunny art
Which brings the tale to light;
And can the poet not impart
Such pictures to the sight;
With silent touch the veil remove
That hides the birthplace of his Love?