ope's clear blue eye is open wide,
And hath fair visions that abide;
The white light of imagination
Glows on her brows as a heavenly bride.
Her face is lift to veilëd things,
To which she mounts as if with wings;
The tents of night, the sable future,
Are light as day with the song she sings.
As lithe as breadths of silvery rye
When wrestling winds its footing try,
The spirit that with hope is gleaming;
It must look up to the bending sky.
see that power is not in art,
Nor name nor place essential part
Of life's reality and glory;
The strength of life is the health of heart.
If man but lived the pure white truth,
As lives the lily tender ruth,
The earth were Paradise to-morrow,
The Christ, unveiled, would be here in sooth.
The worldly wise, he does not heed,—
What love sees true is true indeed!
Immortal blooms this hardy blossom,
And deathless fruits in a deathless creed.