en with odorous light
And thrills all through the wings of souls in flight
Close as the press of children at His knee
Whom if the high priest see, 470
Dreaming, as homeless on dark earth he trod,
The lips that praise him shall not know for God.
O sovereign spirit, above [_Ep._ 12.
All offering but man's love,
All praise and prayer and incense undefiled!
The one thing stronger found
Than towers with iron bound;
The one thing lovelier than a little child,
And deeper than the seas are deep, 479
And tenderer than such tears of love as angels weep.
Dante, the seer of all things evil and good, [_Str._ 13.
Beheld two ladies, Beauty
And high life-hallowing Duty,
That strove for sway upon his mind and mood
And held him in alternating accord
Fast bound at feet of either: but our lord,
The seer and singer of righteousness and wrong
Who stands now master of all the keys of song,
Sees both as dewdrops run
Together in the sun, 490
For him not twain but one thing twice divine;
Even as his speech and song are bread and wine
For all souls hungering and all hearts athirst
At best of days and worst,
And both one sacrament of Love's great giving
To feed the spirit and sense of all souls living.
The seventh day in the wind's month, ten years gone [_Ant._ 13.
Since heaven-espousing earth
Gave the Republic birth,
The mightiest soul put mortal raiment on 500
That came forth singing ever in man's ears
Of all souls with us, and through all these years
Rings yet the lordliest, waxen yet more strong,
That on our souls hath shed itself in song,
Poured forth itself like rain
On souls like springing grain
That with its procreant beams and showers were fed
For living wine and sacramental bread;
Given all itself as air gives life and light,
Utterly, as of right; 510
The goodliest gift our age hath given, to be
Ours, while the sun gives glory to the sea.
Our Father and Master and Lord, [_Ep._ 13.
Who hast thy song for sword,
For staff thy spirit, and our hearts for throne:
As in past years of wrong,
Take now my subject song,
To no crowned head
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