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al for the people's sake. He that, long-fasting, would no wonder show, Made loaves and fishes, as they eat them, grow. Of all his power, which boundless was above, Here he used none but to express his love; And such a love would make our joy exceed, Not when our own, but others' mouths we feed. * * * * * Love as he loved! A love so unconfined With arms extended would embrace mankind. Self-love would cease, or be dilated, when We should behold as many selfs as men; All of one family, in blood allied, His precious blood that for our ransom died. * * * * * Amazed at once and comforted, to find A boundless power so infinitely kind, The soul contending to that light to fly From her dark cell, we practise how to die, Employing thus the poet's winged art To reach this love, and grave it in our heart. Joy so complete, so solid, and severe, Would leave no place for meaner pleasures there: Pale they would look, as stars that must be gone When from the east the rising sun comes on. * * * * * To that and some other poems he adds the following--a kind of epilogue. ON THE FOREGOING DIVINE POEMS. When we for age could neither read nor write, The subject made us able to indite: The soul with nobler resolutions decked, The body stooping, does herself erect: No mortal parts are requisite to raise Her that unbodied can her Maker praise. The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er: So calm are we when passions are no more; For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes _passion._ Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light, through chinks that time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. It would be a poor victory where age was the sole conqueror. But I doubt if age ever gains the victory alone. Let Waller, however, have this praise: his song soars with his subject. It is a true praise. There are men who write well until they try the noble, and then they fare like the falling star, which, when sought where it fell, is, according to an old fa
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