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A MEMORY OF MONT BLANC.
Neath the sapphire-vaulted skies,
Silver thrones unnumbered rise;
Each a golden sceptre-sword
From the sun, great over-lord,
Takes at dawn, at eve returns;
And the star of morning burns
Like a jewel on the breast,
Honouring the mightiest.
Silver thrones unnumbered rise;
Each a golden sceptre-sword
From the sun, great over-lord,
Takes at dawn, at eve returns;
And the star of morning burns
Like a jewel on the breast,
Honouring the mightiest.
Oh, that not with usèd eyes,
Blind with human sympathies,
But with a soul-vision clear
As the mirror-surfaced mere,
I might see this sight of glory,
Touched not with the human story,
Feeling for one life-long hour,
All the peace and all the power!
Blind with human sympathies,
But with a soul-vision clear
As the mirror-surfaced mere,
I might see this sight of glory,
Touched not with the human story,
Feeling for one life-long hour,
All the peace and all the power!
Why should Man, himself a part
Of this wonder-world, in heart,
Ever separate his kind
From his kindred, and be blind—
With the Self-infusing stain
Of the keen, alchemic brain—
To the things that flowers see,
And the lives of less degree?
Of this wonder-world, in heart,
Ever separate his kind
From his kindred, and be blind—
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Of the keen, alchemic brain—
To the things that flowers see,
And the lives of less degree?
Ah, for but one hour to lie
Like this flower beneath the sky!
Feel the heart-beat of All-Things
Pulsing through my own life-springs,
Till the ‘I’ no more intrude,
Melted in the magnitude;
And the sole self that I feel
Countless worlds in commonweal!
Like this flower beneath the sky!
Feel the heart-beat of All-Things
Pulsing through my own life-springs,
Till the ‘I’ no more intrude,
Melted in the magnitude;
And the sole self that I feel
Countless worlds in commonweal!
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