HYMN OF A HERMIT.
Long the day, the task is longer;
Earth the strong by heaven the stronger.
Still is call'd to rise and brighten,
But, alas! how weak the soul;
While its inbred phantoms frighten,
While the past obscures the whole.
Shadows of the wise departed,
Be the brave, the loving-hearted;
Deathless dead, resounding, rushing,