78. Sympathy
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SOULS of the Just, I call not you |
| To share this joy with me, |
| This joy and wonder at the view |
| Of mountain, plain, and sea; |
Ye, on that loftier mountain old, |
| Safe lodged in Eden's cell, |
| Whence run the rivers four, behold |
| This earth, as ere it fell. |
Or, when ye think of those who stay |
| Still tried by the world's fight, |
| 'Tis but in looking for the day |
| Which shall the lost unite. {137} |
Ye rather, elder Spirits strong! |
| Who from the first have trod |
| This nether scene, man's race among, |
| The while you live to God, |
Ye see, and ye can sympathize— |
| Vain thought! their mighty ken |
| Fills height and depth, the stars, the skies, |
| They smile at dim-eyed men. |
Ah, Saviour! I perforce am Thine, |
| Angel and Saint apart: |
| Those searching Eyes are all-divine, |
| All-human is that Heart. |
Agosta.
April 29, 1833. |