The Unknown Eros eBook

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(Which soon I shall forget): 
’The man who, though his fights be all defeats,
Still fights,
Enters at last
The heavenly Jerusalem’s rejoicing streets
With glory more, and more triumphant rites
Than always-conquering Joshua’s, when his blast
The frighted walls of Jericho down cast;
And, lo, the glad surprise
Of peace beyond surmise,
More than in common Saints, for ever in his eyes.’

XXIII.  REMEMBERED GRACE.

Since succour to the feeblest of the wise
Is charge of nobler weight
Than the security
Of many and many a foolish soul’s estate,
This I affirm,
Though fools will fools more confidently be: 
Whom God does once with heart to heart befriend,
He does so till the end: 
And having planted life’s miraculous germ,
One sweet pulsation of responsive love,
He sets him sheer above,
Not sin and bitter shame
And wreck of fame,
But Hell’s insidious and more black attempt,
The envy, malice, and pride,
Which men who share so easily condone
That few ev’n list such ills as these to hide. 
From these unalterably exempt,
Through the remember’d grace
Of that divine embrace,
Of his sad errors none,
Though gross to blame,
Shall cast him lower than the cleansing flame,
Nor make him quite depart
From the small flock named ‘after God’s own heart,’
And to themselves unknown. 
Nor can he quail
In faith, nor flush nor pale
When all the other idiot people spell
How this or that new Prophet’s word belies
Their last high oracle;
But constantly his soul
Points to its pole
Ev’n as the needle points, and knows not why;
And, under the ever-changing clouds of doubt,
When others cry,
’The stars, if stars there were,
Are quench’d and out!’
To him, uplooking t’ward the hills for aid,
Appear, at need display’d,
Gaps in the low-hung gloom, and, bright in air,
Orion or the Bear.

XXIV.  VESICA PISCIS.

In strenuous hope I wrought,
And hope seem’d still betray’d;
Lastly I said,
’I have labour’d through the Night, nor yet
Have taken aught;
But at Thy word I will again cast forth the net!’
And, lo, I caught
(Oh, quite unlike and quite beyond my thought,)
Not the quick, shining harvest of the Sea,
For food, my wish,
But Thee! 
Then, hiding even in me,
As hid was Simon’s coin within the fish,
Thou sigh’d’st, with joy, ’Be dumb,
Or speak but of forgotten things to far-off times to come.’

BOOK II.

I. TO THE UNKNOWN EROS.

What rumour’d heavens are these
   Which not a poet sings,
O, Unknown Eros?  What this breeze
Of sudden wings
Speeding at far returns of time from interstellar space
To fan my very face,
And gone as fleet,

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