THE MIGHT OF SONG.
An extract from a Poem delivered by W. H. C. Hosmer before the Literary Societies of Hamilton College, July, 1848.
If we were chained forever to the Real,
God’s benison would be indeed withdrawn;
Without rich glimpses of the bright Ideal
In vain would morning dawn.
Upward, on pinions of sublime devotion,
The soul would cleave its native sky no more,
But loathsome grow—a pool devoid of motion,
Foul to its weedy floor.