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MAN.
“What is man, that Thou art mindful of him? and the Son of Man that Thou visitest him. Thou madest him lower than the angels, to crown him with glory and worship.
“Thou makest him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands, and
Thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet.”—
Psalm viii, 4, 6.
“Four things the living world control,
The eye, the heart, the mind, the soul.”
The Eye, the glorious eye!
What lie beneath its splendid sweep?
All bright, all deep, all high,
Broad Ocean, Alpine steep,
Night's grandeur, morning's rosy dye,
The hues that on the evening waters sleep;
All beauty, might, and majesty,
Bright orb, all lie within thy splendid sweep.
What lie beneath its splendid sweep?
All bright, all deep, all high,
Broad Ocean, Alpine steep,
Night's grandeur, morning's rosy dye,
The hues that on the evening waters sleep;
All beauty, might, and majesty,
Bright orb, all lie within thy splendid sweep.
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The Heart, the glowing heart!
What lie within its mystic cells?
Visions that shame the painter's art,
Deep thoughts, that only silence tells.
Stings, like the Indian's poisoned dart,
That kill unseen. Delicious spells!
Love fixed, till life itself depart;
Fond thing, all lie within thy mystic cells.
What lie within its mystic cells?
Visions that shame the painter's art,
Deep thoughts, that only silence tells.
Stings, like the Indian's poisoned dart,
That kill unseen. Delicious spells!
Love fixed, till life itself depart;
Fond thing, all lie within thy mystic cells.
The Mind, the mighty mind!
What lie beneath its sceptre's sway?
The million wills of humankind,
Empire's young strength, and old decay;
The laws that grasp the viewless wind,
The science of the Solar way;
The chains by eloquence entwined;
Sovereign!—all lie beneath thy sceptre's sway.
What lie beneath its sceptre's sway?
The million wills of humankind,
Empire's young strength, and old decay;
The laws that grasp the viewless wind,
The science of the Solar way;
The chains by eloquence entwined;
Sovereign!—all lie beneath thy sceptre's sway.
The Soul, the soaring soul!
What lie beneath thy fiery wing?
Beneath thee burns the starry Pole,
Above thee sits, alone, thy King!
Thou, when the final thunders roll,
In glory from the grave shalt spring,
Life, Death, and Heaven—the mighty whole—
Immortal! lie beneath thy fiery wing.
What lie beneath thy fiery wing?
Beneath thee burns the starry Pole,
Above thee sits, alone, thy King!
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In glory from the grave shalt spring,
Life, Death, and Heaven—the mighty whole—
Immortal! lie beneath thy fiery wing.
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