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tion to be overwhelming in view of possibilities of humanity, is the completest gratification of desires unworthily limited:-- "`Thou art shut Out of the heaven of spirit; glut Thy sense upon the world: 'tis thine For ever--take it!' (`Easter Day', xx.). On the other hand, the soul which has found in success not rest but a starting-point, which refuses to see in the first-fruits of a partial victory the fulness of its rightful triumph, has ever before it a sustaining and elevating vision:-- "`What stops my despair? This:--'tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!' (`Saul', 18). "`What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me; A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.'" (`Rabbi Ben Ezra', 7).--Rev. Prof. Westcott on Browning's View of Life (`Browning Soc. Papers', iv., 405, 406). 12. Well, it is earth with me; silence resumes her reign: I will be patient and proud, and soberly acquiesce. Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again, Sliding by semitones, till I sink to the minor,--yes, And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground, Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep; Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep. "Touch him ne'er so lightly." {Epilogue to Dramatic Idyls. Second Series.} -- * See `Pages from an Album', in `The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine' (Scribner's), for November 1882, pp. 159, 160, where is given a fac-simile of the poet's Ms. of these verses and of the ten verses he afterwards added, in response, it seems, to a carping critic. -- "Touch him ne'er so lightly, into song he broke: Soil so quick-receptive,--not one feather-seed, Not one flower dust fell but straight its fall awoke Vitalizing virtue: song would song succeed Sudden as spontaneous--prove a poet-soul!" Indeed? Rock's the song-soil rather, surface hard and bare: Sun and dew their mildness, storm and frost their rage Vainly both expend,--few flowers awaken there: Quiet in its cleft broods--what the after age Knows and names a pine, a nation's heritage. Memorabilia.
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