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To The Prophetic Soul Post by :bhaggett Category :Poems Author :Archibald Lampman Date :June 2011 Read :3216

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To The Prophetic Soul

What are these bustlers at the gate
Of now or yesterday,
These playthings in the hand of Fate,
That pass, and point no way;

These clinging bubbles whose mock fires
For ever dance and gleam,
Vain foam that gathers and expires
Upon the world's dark stream;

These gropers betwixt right and wrong,
That seek an unknown goal,
Most ignorant, when they seem most strong;
What are they, then, O Soul,

That thou shouldst covet overmuch
A tenderer range of heart,
And yet at every dreamed-of touch
So tremulously start?

Thou with that hatred ever new
Of the world's base control,
That vision of the large and true,
That quickness of the soul;

Nay, for they are not of thy kind,
But in a rarer clay
God dowered thee with an alien mind;
Thou canst not be as they.

Be strong therefore; resume thy load,
And forward stone by stone
Go singing, though the glorious road
Thou travellest alone.

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Archibald Lampman's poem: To The Prophetic Soul

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October, 1866
'Twas when the earth in summer glory lay, We bore thee to thy grave; a sudden cloud Had shed its shower and passed, and every spray And tender herb with pearly moisture bowed. How laughed the fields, and how, before our door, Danced the bright waters!--from his perch on high The hang-bird sang his ditty o'er and o'er, And the song-sparrow from the shrubberies nigh. Yet was the home where thou wert lying dead Mournfully still, save when, at times, was heard,

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The Clearer Self
Before me grew the human soul, And after I am dead and gone, Through grades of effort and control The marvellous work shall still go on. Each mortal in his little span Hath only lived, if he have shown What greatness there can be in man Above the measured and the known; How through the ancient layers of night, In gradual victory secure, Grows ever with increasing light The Energy serene and pure: The Soul, that from a monstrous past, From age to age, from hour to