POETRY.
POSSIBILITIES.
"On the earth the broken arcs, in the heaven a perfect round."
—It Bitowtsto's AU Vogler.
"What are we all but a mood, A single mood of the life
Of the Being in whom we exist, Who alone is all things in one ? "—M. ARNOLD.
WHEN man at length his ideal height hath gained,
So that the heavenly kingdom is attained, Will there be any room for tears and pain, For dim grey twilights, sobbing wind, and rain, Mist, wreaths, and flying clouds, the thunder's roar, Or the sea breaking on a lonely shore, With all the yearnings these things shadow forth?
Is the pathetic minor but for earth, And will the heavens resound with joy alone, Though sadness often makes a deeper tone ?
Must all of life fall off that cannot show Some fruit that did to full perfection grow ?
The tottering steps, the pause, even the fall, Will not eternal life have time for all; And in the circle of Infinity Must not all moods of life unfolded lie, But all complete,—the weak within the strong, And the one verse become a perfect song ; The bud, the blossom, the fruit-laden bough, Seen by the light of the eternal now ?
May not all discords to one concord lead—
Whose every missing note would leave a need Deep, unimagined as a world untrod- An infinite harmony whose name is God ?
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