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

strives;

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

gold;

For a cap and bells our lives we pay,

Bubbles we earn with a whole soul's

tasking:

"T is heaven alone that is given away,

"T is only God may be had for the

asking;

No price is set on the lavish summer,

June may be had by the poorest comer.

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

tune,