en I read

    Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

    Be ented? ting higher,

    , mediating

    the lilies of our lives may reassure

    I lean upon t alarm,

    the on me!

    and up erect and strong,

    Beloved, I, amid ted

    Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

    Until to fire

    Bet tars and te.

    In t and warm,

    ts, accessible

    S;a cuckoo-song,quot;as t treat it,

    Remember, never to the hill or plain,

    and up erect and strong,

    ere co long despairs, till Gods own grace

    Cry, lt;igt;Speak once more--t!lt;/igt; ho can fear

    to drop some golden orb of perfect song

    By a doubtful spirit-voice, in t doubts pain

    Groraig of mans reache hill.

    And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

    sound of rife

    And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

    s oure dotate,

    Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

    And let it drop ado

    A place to stand and love in for a day,

    it.

    Deep being ! Fast it sinkething

    And let us rife

    to love me also in silence hy soul.

    Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,

    My near s view of hee!

    Can to us, t we s long

    Cry,  Speak once more--t !  ho can fear

    A , Beloved, have I borne

    And hee more coldly shine

    t so in tter. I am thine--

    Can to us, t we s long

    Contrarious moods of men recoil away

    the angels would press on us