WILLIAM PHILPOT

But now her faculty of sight

Is elder sister to the light,

And travels free and unconfmed

Through dense and rare, through form and mind.

Or else her life to be complete Hath found new channels full and meet Then, O, what eyes are leaning o'er, If fairer than they were before !

��WILLIAM (JOHNSON) CORY

1823-189* 7?8. Mimnermus in Church

��promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will ; But sweet, sweet is this human life,

So sweet, I fain would breathe it still ; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know.

You say there is no substance here,

One great reality above : Back from that void I shrink in fear,

And child-like hide myself in love: Show me what angels feel. Till then I cling, a mere weak man, to men.

You bid me lift my mean desires From faltering lips and fitful veins

To sexless souls, ideal quires,

Unwearied voices, wordless strains:

My mind with fonder welcome owns

One dear dead friend's remember'd tones.

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