Who will not fear the work to do.

Who will hold peaks Promethean

Better than all Jove's honey-dew.

Who when the Vulture tears his breast

Will smile into the Terror's Eyes.

Who for the World has this Bequest—

Hope, that eternally is wise.

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[Pg 4]

THE FAIRIES OF GOD

Last night I slipt from the banks of dream

And swam in the currents of God,

On a tide where His fairies were at play,

Catching salt tears in their little white hands,

For human hearts;

And dancing dancing, in gala bands,

On the currents of God;

And singing, singing:—

There is no wind blows here or spray—

Wind upon us!

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