Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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GENIUS; ITS STRENGTH AND WEAKNESS. |
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GENIUS; ITS STRENGTH AND WEAKNESS.
Insatiate still, thou stretchest out thy hand;Hands to which Kings, though long, have not like thine
Such reach and grasp of Human and Divine.
And yet the Yearn'd-for, Coveted (like sand
Too largely clutched), slip through thy grasp so grand,
And fall in fragments! Precious they may shine,
Yet not the sunlike diamond single-fine,
But its fine dust, things which all else withstand
To polish still sole-fit! Thou must in all,
Of all, with less content be; satisfied
To polish, at new angle set, in small,
Some facette of God's truth—to trail thy pride;
And hear, when thou with base things dost foul-fall,
Who strivest as with angels, fiends deride!
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