The long-enthroned kings of earth:

Make of thy will the force to break

Their towers of wantonness and mirth.'

It was the wise all-seeing soul

Who counselled neither war nor peace:

'Only be thou thyself that goal

In which the wars of time shall cease.'

DESIRE

With thee a moment! Then what dreams have play!

Traditions of eternal toil arise,

Search for the high austere and lonely way

The Spirit moves in through eternities.

Ah, in the soul what memories arise!

And with what yearning inexpressible,

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Rising from long forgetfulness I turn

To Thee, invisible, unrumoured, still:

White for Thy whiteness all desires burn.

Ah, with what longing once again I turn!

THE PLACE OF REST

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