O unestranged birds and bees! O face of Nature always true! O never-unsympathizing trees! O never-rejecting roof of blue, Whose rash disherison never falls On us unthinking prodigals, Yet who convictest all our ill, So grand and unappeasable! Methinks my heart from each of these Plucks part of childhood back again, Long there imprisoned, as the breeze Doth every hidden odor seize Of wood and water, hill and plain; Once more am I admitted peer In the upper house of Nature here, And feel through all my pulses run The royal blood of breeze and sun. peace, A willing convert of the trees. How chanced it that so long I tost O, might we but of such rare days Alas! though such felicity In our vext world here may not be, Torn from the consecration deep And lure some nunlike thoughts to take MASACCIO. IN THE BRANCACCI CHAPEL. HE came to Florence long ago, The shadows deepened, and I turned WRITTEN IN AID OF A CHIME OF BELLS GODMINSTER? Is it Fancy's play? And builds of half-remembered things Through aisles of long-drawn centuries That throbs with praise and prayer. And all the way from Calvary down crown And safe in God repose; the martyr's The saints of many a warring creed Who now in heaven have learned THE PARTING OF THE WAYS. I would have fled, I would have followed back That pleasant path we came, but all was changed; Rocky the way, abrupt, and hard to find; Yet I toiled on, and, toiling on, I thought, "That way lies Youth, and Wisdom, and all Good; For only by unlearning Wisdom comes And climbing backward to diviner Youth; What the world teaches profits to the world, What the soul teaches profits to the soul, Which then first stands erect with Godward face, When she lets fall her pack of withered facts, The gleanings of the outward eye and |