1898 · CLOSE READING
Songs of the Spirit
Songs of the Spirit (1898), PDF p. 68
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Than Pharaoh’s pride exalted, or the wit
Of magian shepherds built
Who sought his land and spilt
Blood of ten million slaves to conquer it.
Clad in sparse robes of white
The mountain beckons Night
Her tracery of azure with the cold moon-rays to
knit.
Armoured with secret might
I stand on earth upright,
Strong in the power of Him who welded earth,
Barred in the sky with steel,
And breathed upon the wheel
Of this vast scheme of stars, and made Him mirth
In the poor dreams of us
Who strive mysterious
To pierce the bands of sense, and break the girth
Of our own minds’ desire,
Till He relume the fire
Lost at our fall, not kindled fresh till that diviner
birth.
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