CXXV.

AND all is well, though faith and form
Be sundered in the night of fear;
Well roars the storm to those that hear
A deeper voice across the storm,

Proclaiming social truth shall spread,

And justice, ev'n though thrice again The red fool-fury of the Seine Should pile her barricades with dead.

But woe to him that wears a crown,
And him, the lazar, in his rags:
They tremble, the sustaining crags;

The spires of ice are toppled down,

And molten up, and roar in flood;

The fortress crashes from on high,

The brute earth lightens to the sky,

And the vast on sinks in blood,

And compassed by the fires of Hell, While thou, dear spirit, happy star,

O'erlook'st the tumult from afar, And smilest, knowing all is well.

CXXVI.

THE love that rose on stronger wings,
Unpalsied when he met with Death,
Is comrade of the lesser faith
That sees the course of human things.

No doubt, vast eddies in the flood
Of onward time shall yet be made,
And throned races may degrade;

Yet, O ye ministers of good,

Wild Hours that fly with Hope and Fear, If all your office had to do

With old results that look like new,

If this were all your mission here,

To draw, to sheathe a useless sword,

To fool the crowd with glorious lies,
To cleave a creed in sects and cries,

To change the bearing of a word,

To shift an arbitrary power,

Το cramp the student at his desk,

To make old baseness picturesque And tuft with grass a feudal tower;

Why then my scorn might well descend On you and yours. I see in part That all, as in some piece of art,

Is toil cooperant to an end.

CXXVII.

DEAR friend, far off, my lost desire,
So far, so near, in woe and weal;

O, loved the most when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;

Known and unknown, human, divine!
Sweet human hand and lips and eye,
Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine!

Strange friend, past, present, and to be,
Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
Behold I dream a dream of good
And mingle all the world with thee.