Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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TRUE MIGHT.
There is a might in gentleness, a powerThat owns no ruder symbol than a look
Or softbreathed word, and yet our souls are shook
Thereat, far more than is the lightest flower
By the stormblast; to whom yields Earth her dower
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No gentle voice of bird or running brook,
Or to the springbreath which, in one brief hour,
Unfolds a thousand shapes of Loveliness?
E'en so it is! still Violence and strife
Can perfect nought for human happiness!
They do but reach the outward forms of life
Which, like themselves, are dust and nothingness;
Th' Enduring Mighty they nor know nor give.
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