 | The writings of James Russell Lowell |  |
XIX.
THE SAME CONCLUDED.
Far 'yond this narrow parapet of Time,With eyes uplift, the poet's soul should look
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One prying doubt to shake his faith sublime;
To him the earth is ever in her prime
And dewiness of morning; he can see
Good lying hid, from all eternity,
Within the teeming womb of sin and crime;
His soul should not be cramped by any bar,
His nobleness should be so Godlike high,
That his least deed is perfect as a star,
His common look majestic as the sky,
And all o'erflooded with a light from far,
Undimmed by clouds of weak mortality.
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