THE DREAMER.
A red brow was all that betoken'd his pride;
But while he was flushing,
A Spirit came rushing
In radiant glory, and stood by his side.
But while he was flushing,
A Spirit came rushing
In radiant glory, and stood by his side.
"Look up, thou rebuker!
Hard son of hard lucre!"
The Immortal One cried, as the chiding one bent;
'Tis time thou wert learning
That he thou art spurning
Is here with great mission and sacred intent.
Hard son of hard lucre!"
The Immortal One cried, as the chiding one bent;
'Tis time thou wert learning
That he thou art spurning
Is here with great mission and sacred intent.
"He was form'd by the Maker,
A favour'd partaker
Of all Man can know of the Essence Divine;
Heaven sent him forth singing,
Like alchymist flinging
A drop in the crude mass to melt and refine.
A favour'd partaker
Of all Man can know of the Essence Divine;
Heaven sent him forth singing,
Like alchymist flinging
A drop in the crude mass to melt and refine.
"Your barn-mows o'erflowing—
Your furnace flames glowing
Your freights on the sea, and your stores on the land:
Oh! there's fear in the pleasure
That springs from such treasure;
For the heart is too apt to grow hard as the land.
Your furnace flames glowing
Your freights on the sea, and your stores on the land:
Oh! there's fear in the pleasure
That springs from such treasure;
For the heart is too apt to grow hard as the land.
The Creator, All-seeing,
Knew well that each being
Had strings of choice melody hid in his breast;
Whose music, the clearest,
The purest, the dearest;
Could stir to wild gladness, or lull to sweet rest.
Knew well that each being
Had strings of choice melody hid in his breast;
Whose music, the clearest,
The purest, the dearest;
Could stir to wild gladness, or lull to sweet rest.
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