Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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PITT AND THE POLITICAL LILLIPUTIANS. |
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PITT AND THE POLITICAL LILLIPUTIANS.
Too high, too high! above your sympathies!When ye crawl up such intellectual heights,
Your dull ears by strange sounds, eyes by strange lights
Are stunned and dazzled. World-wide views arise
Beyond your narrow ken; God's lightning flies,
Scathing your petty lives, blinding your sights;
Your breathing there grows hard! Back, parasites!
Back to your flesh-pots, and your politic lies!
Ye crawled between his stride, and scarcely dared
To call your souls your own; with petty spans
And callipers ye measured and compared.
Like children in a “maze,” in his great plans,
Ye lost yourselves, for few those heights have shared;
Who come thence from God's presence come, not Man's!
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