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"That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift?
"Here, the creature surpass the Creator,-the end, what Began?
“Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this
"And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can?
"Would it ever have entered my mind, the bare will, much less power,
"To bestow on this Saul what I sang of, the marvellous dower
"Of the life he was gifted and filled with? to make such a soul,
"Such a body, and then such an earth for insphering the whole?
"And doth it not enter my mind (as my warm tears attest)
"These good things being given, to go on, and give one more, the best?
"Ay, to save and redeem and restore him, maintain at the height
"This perfection,-succeed with life's dayspring, death's minute of night?
"Interpose at the difficult minute, snatch Saul the mistake, "Saul the failure, the ruin he seems now, and bid him awake
"From the dream, the probation, the prelude, to find himself set
"Clear and safe in new light and new life,-a new harmony yet
"To be run, and continued, and ended-who knows?or endure!
"The man taught enough, by life's dream, of the rest to make sure;
"By the pain-throb, triumphantly winning intensified bliss,
"And the next world's reward and repose, by the struggles
"I believe it! 'Tis thou, God, that givest, 'tis I who receive:
"In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
"All's one gift: thou canst grant it moreover, as prompt to my prayer
"As I breathe out this breath, as I open these arms to the air.
"From thy will, stream the worlds, life and nature, thy dread Sabaoth:
"I will?-the mere atoms despise me! Why am I not loth
"To look that, even that in the face too? Why is it I dare
"Think but lightly of such impuissance? What stops my despair?
“This;—'tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
"See the King-I would help him but cannot, the wishes fall through.
"Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich,
"To fill up his life, starve my own out, I wouldknowing which,
"I know that my service is perfect. Oh, speak through me now!
"Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou -so wilt thou!
"So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost
"And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down
"One spot for the creature to stand in! It is by no breath,
"Turn of eye, wave of hand, that salvation joins issue with death!
"As thy Love is discovered almighty, almighty be proved "Thy power, that exists with and for it, of being Beloved! "He who did most, shall bear most; the strongest shall stand the most weak.
"Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek
"In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be
"A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like
"Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever: a Hand like this hand
"Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!"
I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.
There were witnesses, cohorts about me, to left and to right,
Angels, powers, the unuttered, unseen, the alive, the
I repressed, I got through them as hardly, as strugglingly there,
As a runner beset by the populace famished for newsLife or death. The whole earth was awakened, hell loosed with her crews;
And the stars of night beat with emotion, and tingled and shot
Out in fire the strong pain of pent knowledge: but I fainted not,
For the Hand still impelled me at once and supported, suppressed
All the tumult, and quenched it with quiet, and holy behest, Till the rapture was shut in itself, and the earth sank
Anon at the dawn, all that trouble had withered from earth
Not so much, but I saw it die out in the day's tender birth;
In the gathered intensity brought to the grey of the hills; In the shuddering forests' held breath; in the sudden wind-thrills;
In the startled wild beasts that bore off, each with eye sidling still
Though averted with wonder and dread; in the birds stiff and chill
That rose heavily, as I approached them, made stupid with awe:
E'en the serpent that slid away silent,—he felt the new law. The same stared in the white humid faces upturned by the flowers;
The same worked in the heart of the cedar and moved the vine-bowers:
And the little brooks witnessing murmured, persistent and low,
With their obstinate, all but hushed voices-"E'en so, it is so!"
CONTAINING THE STRANGE MEDICAL EXPERIENCE OF
[Men and Women 1855.]
KARSHISH, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,
Breeder in me of what poor skill I boast,
Like me inquisitive how pricks and cracks
Sends greeting (health and knowledge, fame with peace)
My journeyings were brought to Jericho:
I have shed sweat enough, left flesh and bone
Since this poor covert where I pass the night,