The soil where first they trode.
They have left unstain’d what there they found—
Freedom to worship God.
THE SPIRIT’S MYSTERIES.
“And slight, withal, may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever;—it may be a sound—
A tone of music—summer’s breath, or spring—
A flower—a leaf—the ocean—which may wound—
Striking th’ electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.”