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9.
His worth, and—once the life, his product, gained—
Roll away elsewhere, keep the strife sustained,
And show thus real, a thing the North but feigned—
His worth, and—once the life, his product, gained—
Roll away elsewhere, keep the strife sustained,
And show thus real, a thing the North but feigned—
10.
When you acknowledge that one world could do
All the diverse work, old yet ever new,
Divide us, each from other, me from you,—
When you acknowledge that one world could do
All the diverse work, old yet ever new,
Divide us, each from other, me from you,—
11.
Why, where's the need of Temple, when the walls
O' the world are that? What use of swells and falls
From Levites' choir, Priests' cries, and trumpet-calls?
Why, where's the need of Temple, when the walls
O' the world are that? What use of swells and falls
From Levites' choir, Priests' cries, and trumpet-calls?
12.
That one Face, far from vanish, rather grows,
Or decomposes but to recompose,
Become my universe that feels and knows!
That one Face, far from vanish, rather grows,
Or decomposes but to recompose,
Become my universe that feels and knows!
LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STREET
AND CHARING CROSS.
