All things your hope gave motion?

"My senses, that are swift to take delight

And shrine it in their being,

Are they not born of all your faith, and bright

With all your bliss of seeing?

[Pg 51]

"And my full heart within whose fount I hear

Your voices that are vanished,

Can it forget its gratitude or fear

Foes that you braved and banished?

"No. But the blindly striving years that led

You to the Rose's beauty,

Or taught you out of Ill to disembed

The golden veins of Duty;

"The wasting and incalculable wants

That in you quailed or quivered;

The longing that lit stars no dark now daunts—

I know, who stand delivered!

"To you then from whose throng the centuries

Long dead slip now their shrouding,

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