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Yet gifts should prove their use :
I own the Past profuse
Of power each side, perfection every turn :
Eyes, ears took in their dole,
Brain treasured up the whole;
Should not the heart beat once “ How good to live and

learn ?”

10. Not once beat “Praise be Thine ! I see the whole design, I, who saw Power, see now Love perfect too: Perfect I call Thy plan : Thanks that I was a man! Maker, remake, complete,- I trust what Thou shalt do!”

11.

For pleasant is this flesh;
Our soul, in its rose-mesh
Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest :
Would we some prize might hold
To match those manifold
Possessions of the brute,-gain most, as we did best !

12. Let us not always say “Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole !”. As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry “ All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh

helps soul !”

13. Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage, Life's struggle having so far reached its term: Thence shall I pass, approved A man, for aye removed From the developed brute ; a God though in the germ.

14.
And I shall thereupon
Take rest, ere I be gone
Once more on my adventure brave and new:
Fearless and unperplexed,
When I wage battle next,
What weapons to select, what armour to indue.

15.

Youth ended, I shall try
My gain or loss thereby;
Be the fire ashes, what survives is gold :
And I shall weigh the same,
Give life its praise or blame :
Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.

16.

For note, when evening shuts,
A certain moment cuts
The deed off, calls the glory from the grey :
A whisper from the west
Shoots—" Add this to the rest,
Take it and try its worth : here dies another day.”

17. So, still within this life, Though lifted o'er its strife, Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last, “ This rage was right i' the main, That acquiescence vain : The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.”

18.

For more is not reserved
To man, with soul just nerved
To act to-morrow what he learns to-day :
Here, work enough to watch

The Master work, and catch | Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.

19.

As it was better, youth
Should strive, through acts uncouth,
Toward making, than repose on aught found made ;
So, better, age, exempt

From strife, should know, than tempt. | Further. Thou waitedst age; wait death nor be afraid !

20.

Enough now, if the Right
And Good and Infinite
Be named here, as thou callest thy hand thine own,
With knowledge absolute,
Subject to no dispute
From fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone.

21. Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past ! Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right ? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at

last !

22. Now, who shall arbitrate ? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They, this thing, and I, that: whom shall my soul

believe ?

23.

Not on the vulgar mass
Called “work,” must sentence pass,
Things done, that took the eye and had the price ;
O’er which, from level stand,
The low world laid its hand,
Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice :

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