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Ode to Thought
- WHETHER you make futurity your home,
- Spirits of thought!
- Or past eternity;--come to me, come!
- For you have long been sought:
- I've looked to meet you in the morning's dawn,
- Often, in vain;
- I've followed to her haunts the wild young fawn;
- Through sunshine, and through rain,
- I have waited long and fondly; surely you will come,
- Familiarly as doves returning to their home.
- Oh! I have need of you; if you forsake
- My troubled mind,
- Whence can it strength and consolation take,
- Or peace or pleasure find?
- For the great sake of the eternal spring
- Of all your might,--
- Unto me desolate, some comfort bring;
- Unto me dark, some light:
- Come crowdingly, and swift, that I may see,
- Upon your wings their native radiancy.
- I know that ye must have a glorious dwelling:--
- Whether it rise
- Past mortal ken, where the old winds are swelling
- Choired cries;
- Whether, like eagles, on some lunar mountain
- Ye fold your wings;
- Or sport beside that rosy and tranquil fountain,
- Whence daylight springs;
- I know your home is beautiful; and this belief
- Brings glowing sunshine through the cloudiness of grief.
- Come not with softened utterance of the song,
- That gushes in your land;
- But as ye hear it, undisturbed, and strong,
- Pour it where now I stand;
- A glorious echo these hanging cliffs shall roll
- O'er this great sea;
- However far it speed, shall speed my soul
- Thrice lifted with glee;
- Will it not lead where I may clearly see,
- Countries whose low is love, whose custom, liberty!
- There is a noise within this tranquil heaven!
- This ocean has a voice!
- Through these tall trees a mighty tone is driven,
- That bids me to rejoice.
- In the clear greenness of these tumbling waters,
- I see a face,
- Exceeding far in beauty man's pale daughters!
- Bright and unwavering grace
- Sits around its brows, proclaiming heavenly glory;
- Around it leap the waves, roaring to whiteness hoary.
- Ye come! ye come! like stars down the dark night,
- Bolding leaping!
- I hear the mighty rushing of your flight,
- Loud music sweeping.
- The unconceived splendour of your speed,
- Is not more great
- Than the oceanic choirings that precede
- And tide your state;
- Fill me with strength to bear, and power to tell,
- The wonders gathering round, that man may love me well.
- Ebenezer Jones
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