With beclouded eyes!
Could we stand with that old Moses
Canaan denied, —
Scan, like him, the stately landscape
On the other side, —
Doubtless we should deem superfluous
Many sciences
Not pursued by learnèd angels
In scholastic skies!
Low amid that glad Belles lettres
Grant that we may stand,
Stars, amid profound Galaxies,
At that grand 'Right hand'!
12.
A SYLLABLE
Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
13.
PARTING
My life closed twice before its close;
