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Herbert offers us measure pressed down and running over. But let me speak first of that which first in time or order of appearance we demand of a poet, namely music. For inasmuch as verse is for the ear, not for the eye, we demand a good hearing first. Let no one undervalue it. The heart of poetry is indeed truth, but its garments are music, and the garments come first in the process of revelation. The music of a poem is its meaning in sound as distinguished from word--its meaning in solution, as it were, uncrystallized by articulation. The music goes before the fuller revelation, preparing its way. The sound of a verse is the harbinger of the truth contained therein. If it be a right poem, this will be true. Herein Herbert excels. It will be found impossible to separate the music of his words from the music of the thought which takes shape in their sound. I got me flowers to strow thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree; But thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. And the gift it enwraps at once and reveals is, I have said, truth of the deepest. Hear this song of divine service. In every song he sings a spiritual fact will be found its fundamental life, although I may quote this or that merely to illustrate some peculiarity of mode. _The Elixir_ was an imagined liquid sought by the old physical investigators, in order that by its means they might turn every common metal into gold, a pursuit not quite so absurd as it has since appeared. They called this something, when regarded as a solid, _the Philosopher's Stone_. In the poem it is also called a _tincture_. THE ELIXIR. Teach me, my God and King, In all things thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for thee; Not rudely, as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make thee prepossest, And give it his perfection. _its._ A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven spy. All may of thee partake: Nothing can be so mean, Which with his tincture--_for thy sake_-- _its._ Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room as for thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less b
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