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First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent

Along the wavering vista of his dream.

Not only around our infancy

Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;

Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,

We Sinais climb and know it not.

Over our manhood bend the skies;

Against our fallen and traitor lives

The great winds utter prophecies ;

With our faint hearts the mountain


Its arms outstretched, the druid wood

Waits with its benedicite;

And to our age's drowsy blood

Still shouts the inspiring sea.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us;

The beggar is taxed for a corner to

die in,

The priest hath his fee who comes and

shrives us,

We bargain for the graves we lie in;

At the Devil's booth are all things sold,

Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of


For a cap and bells our lives we pay,

Bubbles we

earn with

a whole soul's


'T is heaven alone that is given away,

'T is only God may be had for the


No price is set on the lavish summer,

June may be had by the poorest comer.

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And what is so rare as a day in June ?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in


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