Than the wind's quiring to the choral sea.

High things the high song taught him; how the breath

Too frail for life may be more strong than death;

And this poor flash of sense in life, that gleams

As a ghost's glory in dreams,

More stabile than the world's own heart's root seems,

By that strong faith of lordliest love which gives

To death's own sightless-seeming eyes a light

Clearer, to death's bare bones a verier might,

Than shines or strikes from any man that lives.

How he that loves life overmuch shall die

The dog's death, utterly:

And he that much less loves it than he hates

All wrongdoing that is done

Anywhere always underneath the sun

Shall live a mightier life than time's or fate's.

One fairer thing he shewed him, and in might

More strong than day and night

Whose strengths build up time's towering period:

Yea, one thing stronger and more high than God,

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