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XXVI
I know not whether it were dream or no,
 But still in memory linger night’s creations,
How on the judgment page of God I gazed
 And read the fate of nations,

Thoughts weighty as the mind of God himself
 Above his head a hundredfold were streaming,
And beauteous as a starlit night of spring
 O’er his fair body gleaming.

Many a thought—the germ of a whole world—
 And many like some song of gentlest being,
Many the history of a coming race—
 Still hid from human seeing.

There, too, I found the type of my own passion.
 And thy sweet heart with every charm invested.
There, too, our mutual loves in heaven’s pure ray
 Like two bright cloudlets rested.

And on this love of ours the Lord divine
 Looked kind and fondly from his throne of glory,
And choirs of youthful angels ranged around
 Chanted its simple story.

 

XXVII
All ye who labour sore-opprest,
Come unto me to compass rest.
Here from your loins the burden loose,
And quench the spring of sorrow’s sluice.

Love’s empire I establish here,
Where heart meets heart in friendship dear,
And what so grief the spirit tries
Shall melt in heavenly harmonies.

Here envy shall revenge forgo,
And speech in sweetest song shall flow.
Here, lions modify their throat,
And harpies stock the pigeon-cote.