| LOOK, O blinded eyes and burning, | |
| Think, O heart amazed with yearning, | |
| Is it yet beyond thine earning, | |
| That delight that was thine all?— | |
| Wilful eyes and undiscerning, | 5 |
| Heart ashamed of bitter learning, | |
| It is flown beyond returning, | |
| It is lost beyond recall. | |
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| Who with prayers has overtaken | |
| Those glad hours when he would waken | 10 |
| To the sound of branches shaken | |
| By an early song and wild,— | |
| When the golden leaves would flicker, | |
| And the loving thoughts come thicker, | |
| And the thrill of life beat quicker | 15 |
| In the sweet heart of the child? | |
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| Yet my soul, tho’ thou forsake her, | |
| Shall adore thee, till thou take her, | |
| In the morning, O my Maker, | |
| For thine oriflamme unfurled: | 20 |
| For the lambs beneath their mothers | |
| For the bliss that is another’s, | |
| For the beauty of my brothers, | |
| For the wonder of the world. | |
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| From above us and from under, | 25 |
| In the ocean and the thunder, | |
| Thou preludest to the wonder | |
| Of the Paradise to be: | |
| For a moment we may guess thee | |
| From thy creatures that confess thee | 30 |
| When the morn and even bless thee, | |
| And thy smile is on the sea. | |
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| Then from something seen or heard, | |
| Whether forests softly stirred, | |
| Or the speaking of a word, | 35 |
| Or the singing of a bird, | |
| Cares and sorrows cease: | |
| For a moment on the soul | |
| Falls the rest that maketh whole, | |
| Falls the endless peace. | 40 |
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| O the hush from earth’s annoys! | |
| O the heaven, O the joys | |
| Such as priest and singing-boys | |
| Cannot sing or say! | |
| There is no more pain and crying, | 45 |
| There is no more death and dying, | |
| As for sorrow and for sighing,— | |
| These shall flee away. | |
