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Page 190 - disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the Christ that is to be. Ring in the valiant man and free. The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land,
Page 163 - truth, And in thy wisdom make me wise. 1849. I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. But who shall so forecast the years And Und in loss a gain to match ? Or reach a hand thro
Page 176 - I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LVI • So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, ' A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing, all shall go.
Page 175 - in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last —far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night;
Page 449 - never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Page 449 - And slowly answer'd Arthur from the barge: ' The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. 410 Comfort thyself; what comfort is in me ? • . I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, *—-
Page 14 - Upon himself himself did feed; Quiet, dispassionate, and cold, And other than his form of creed, With chisell'd features clear and sleek. THE POET THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw
Page 67 - That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of goats prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet
Page 190 - the sin. The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring ont false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of