And then your word arrived as from beyond

Your body, bending with its breath the frond

Of a fern. You whispered to the listening stream:

“As evil is yet wider than we dream,

So good is deeper.” ...

O how I try to bring

Your voice to say in mine that word!—to sing

Clear-hearted as a mountain-spring

Of the wonders we see deepening!

Time cannot bury what the blest have thought,

For there is resurrection far and near.

Often it seems as though a single day had brought

To each bright hemisphere

Courage to cast

The servitude

And blinded glory of the past

Away and in a flash had taught

Purpose and fortitude....

But not so swiftly are we wrought.

By many single days we learn to live,

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