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POEMS.
More true and sure
Each man's heart seems, more firm for right;
Each man I hold more strong in fight,
Since he stands ever in my sight,
So brave, so pure.
Each man's heart seems, more firm for right;
Each man I hold more strong in fight,
Since he stands ever in my sight,
So brave, so pure.
More of sun's fire
Than days can use, and more than nights
Can name, of stars with rhythmic lights,
And sweetest singing flocks, whose flights
Can never tire,—
Than days can use, and more than nights
Can name, of stars with rhythmic lights,
And sweetest singing flocks, whose flights
Can never tire,—
More bloom than eyes
Can reach, or hands to grasp may dare,—
More music in the constant air,
Than each round wave can hold and bear,
Before it dies,—
Can reach, or hands to grasp may dare,—
More music in the constant air,
Than each round wave can hold and bear,
Before it dies,—
And more of life
For living, than all death can kill,
More good than evil's utmost will
Can thwart, and peace to more than still
The fiercest strife—
For living, than all death can kill,
More good than evil's utmost will
Can thwart, and peace to more than still
The fiercest strife—
All these I find
In service of this gracious king;
From goods we spare, such alms I fling;
And pray swift days more hours to bring,
More bonds to bind.
In service of this gracious king;
From goods we spare, such alms I fling;
And pray swift days more hours to bring,
More bonds to bind.
O happiness!
To utter thee, in vain our eyes
Seek tears; and vainly all speech tries;
This thing alone our king denies
In Love's largess.
To utter thee, in vain our eyes
Seek tears; and vainly all speech tries;
This thing alone our king denies
In Love's largess.
