Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
EvolutionHjalmar Hjorth Boyeson (18481895)
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At first enkindled. In this clod of mould
Beats with faint spirit-pulse the heart of gold
That warms the lily’s cheek; its silent grace
Dwells unborn ’neath this sod. Fain would I trace
The potent mystery which, like Midas’ hand,
Thrills the mean clay into refulgence grand;
For, gazing down the misty aisles of space
And time, upon my sight vast visions throng
Of the imperial destiny of man.
The life that throbbed in plant and beast ere long
Will break still wider orbits in its van,—
A race of peace-robed conquerors and kings,
Achieving evermore diviner things.