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…is the infinite credo of pure pain. Here let life’s agony take hold enough Of all that lives: let partial tears for them Wake knowledge, brain-dissolving diadem Of white-hot woe upon the brows of love! D0
…with thee, now? By the sweat dropping slow From the brows of thy anguish, we see what the weight of it did To the patient despair of the brain. Shall no God strike a blow? Shall no hero be found the unbearable burden to rid ? And if these be extinct—'tis a fiend that laughs eager and low: “Shall beauty avail thee, Caryatid ?” 22
…dden from me. She squats, and is void and null; I know her not; ' As God is above, but more so, she sits, to blot Intelligence out of my brain, conceit from my ken; And I class myself, idle and vain, with the newspaper men. 21
…pon the loftiest tier! Nor in the solitary woe (The silent, the unwitting strain) Forget the miracles that grow In the austerely ordered brain! Darwin and Taine, Descartes and Boyle, Inscribe thou on the Tower of Toil! Those who have striven to limn the mind, Paint, model, tune, or hymn the light, Their vision of the world refined By mastery of superior sight: Honour their might! the gain have these Of all men’s woes and ecstasies! High soul; no benediction seek From any spirit but our own! Crown not the mighty with the weak! The Tower be a Tow…
… the travailers of land; Here the young shepherd, fluteless now; The mariner with tarry hand; The clerk, with pale and foolish brow, His brain bought cheap for brainless grind: The bloodless martyr of the mind! Grow up the grades, O godlike hand, Rodin, most rightly named “August”! Thy splendid sons and daughters stand Obedient to the master “must.” The decadent dust thy spells assoil; Death lives in this, thy Tower of Toil. Grow up the grades! record the tasks These arduous phantoms have achieved! The growth of mind to mortals asks A power not…
…ters its petals wide, ' Is like the wind, is like the moon-wrought tide, Is most like life: so soft to man, so hard To the all-gathering brain of a great bard! Christ answered: Peace to man amid the strife! I am the Resurrection and the Life. Let the graves open: see the woman grip Her goodly love, her gainful fellowship! See the man, hungry, grasp the willing bride, Grope through the dark dawn to her glowing side! There is the resurrection trump: confess The mystery of life is happiness! Rodin discerned. We see the eagle-eyed Glory of echoing …
…The breeze entwined. of this? Outside is nothing. Let what will uproll, Within all’s certain. Are we not aware | (Who see the hand) what brain must know—and care? What wisdom formed the racers, find a goal? Careless and confident, let us love on. Life, one or many, rises from a seed, Sprouts, blooms, bears fruit, and then is gone—is gone. Let go the future, ominous and vast! Loose the bound mind from the unavailing past! Live, love for ever, now, in every deed! ol