Philippe. If, as Ten-8. A vast tract of time, here perhaps modern Westnyson recollected, section 127 was finished at a ern civilization.
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1 138 / ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
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, forever, ever mine; Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
10 Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.
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Thy voice is on the rolling air
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair. ? What art thou then? I cannot guess;
But though I seem in star and flower
To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less. My love involves the love before;
io My love is vaster passion now;
Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
I have thee still, and I rejoice;
15 I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho' I die.
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O living will9 that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,'
Flow through our deeds and make them pure, 5 That we may lift from out of dust
A voice as unto him that hears,
A cry above the conquered years
To one that with us works, and trust,
9. Tennyson later commented that he meant here drink the same spiritual drink; for they drank of the moral will of humankind. that spiritual Rock that followed them: and that 1. Christ. Cf. 1 Corinthians 10.4: 'And did all Rock was Christ.'
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IN MEMORIAM, EPILOGUE / 1187
With faith that comes of self-control, 10
The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow from, soul in soul.
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And rise, O moon, from yonder down, 110 Till over down and over dale All night the shining vapor sail And pass the silent-lighted town,
The white-faced halls, the glancing rills, And catch at every mountain head, 115 And o'er the friths0 that branch and spread inlets of the sea Their sleeping silver through the hills;
And touch with shade the bridal doors, With tender gloom the roof, the wall; And breaking let the splendor fall
120 To spangle all the happy shores
By which they rest, and ocean sounds, And, star and system rolling past, A soul shall draw from out the vast
And strike his being into bounds,
