Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
 |
|
THE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN! |
|
 | Stones from The Quarry |  |
THE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN!
O Genius! thy privilege is greatAnd glorious, above the Sons of Men;
'Midst whom thou movest as an alien,
As outcast, though with more than kingly state.
Thou meet'st but now and then thy match and mate;
As highest mountains view each other when
The sun takes leave or greeting of them, then
As glorified, and their lone heights collate,
'Bove lesser altitudes. The worshipp'd eyes
Of kings command obeisance of the herd,
But ye go by in your Humanities
Unmarked, Lords Spiritual of the Word!
'Tis well! not of the World, but of the Skies,
Your kingdom; theirs of Earth, and soon transferr'd!
| Stones from The Quarry | |