As he foresaw how all things false should crumble

Before the free, uplifted soul of man : And, when he was made full to overflowing

With all the loveliness of heaven and earth,

Out rushed his song, like molten iron glowing,

To show God sitting by the humblest hearth.

With calmest courage he was ever ready To teach that action was the truth of thought,

And, with strong arm and purpose firm and steady,

An anchor for the drifting world he wrought.

Sodid he make the meanest man partaker Of all his brother-godsunto him gave; All souls did reverence him and name him Maker,

And when he died heaped temples on his grave.

And still his deathless words of light are swimming

Serene throughout the great deep infinite

Of human soul, unwaning and undim

And thou in larger measure dost inherit What made thy great forerunners free and wise.

Sit thou enthroned where the Poet's mountain

Above the thunder lifts its silent peak, And roll thy songs down like a gathering fountain,

They all may drink and find the rest they seek.

Sing! there shall silence grow in earth and heaven,

A silence of deep awe and wondering; For, listening gladly, bend the angels,

even,

To hear a mortal like an angel sing.

III.

Among the toil-worn poor my soul is seeking

For one to bring the Maker's name to light, To bethe voice ofthat almighty speaking Which every age demands to do it right.

Proprieties our silken bards environ;

He who would be the tongue of this wide land

Must string his harp with chords of sturdy iron

And strike it with a toil-imbrowned

hand;

One who hath dwelt with Nature well

attended,

Who hath learnt wisdom from her

mystic books,

Whose soul with all her countless lives hath blended,

So that all beauty awes us in his looks; Who not with body's waste his soul hath pampered,

Who as the clear northwestern wind is free,

Who walks with Form's observances unhampered,

And follows the One Will obediently; Whose eyes, like windows on a breezy summit,

Control a lovely prospect every way; Who doth not sound God's sea with earthly plummet,

And find a bottom still of worthless clay;

Who heeds not how the lower guş working,

Knowing that one sure wind blews on above,

And sees, beneath the foulest faces lurking,

One God-built shrine of reverence and love;

Who sees all stars that wheel their shining marches

Around the centre fixed of Destiny, Where the encircling soul terene o'erarches

The moving globe of bei g like a sky; Who feels that God and Heaven's great deeps are nearer

Him to whose heart his fellow-man is nigh,

Who doth not hold his soul's own freedom dearer

Than that of all is brethren, low or

high;

Who to the Rigl. can feel himself the

truer

For being gently patient with the

wrong,

Who sees a brother in the evildoer,

And finds in Love the heart's-blood of his song;-.

This, this is he for whom the world is waiting

Tosing the beatings ofits mighty heart, Too long hath it been patient with the grating

Of scrannel-pipes, and heard it misnained Art.

To him the smiling soul of man shall listen

Laying awhile its crown of thorns
aside,

And once again in every eye shall glisten
The glory of a nature satisfied.
His verse shall have a great command-
ing motion,

Heaving and swelling with a melody Learntofthesky, the river, and the ocean And all the pure, majestic things that

be.

Awake, then, thou! we pine for thy great presence

To make us feel the soul once more sublime,

We are of far too infinite an essence Torestcontented with the lies of Time