New light from that far fount it draws from, and adores!
Then—ere the earthquake summons of red War
Had lured him to that passion-field, where Man,
Wild as the wild things, oft, he battles for,
Ended in blackness what in blood began—
Forth, with his pilgrim-staff, and book, and prayer,
From citadel to wilderness, his way
Had lain through paths of Solitude and Care.
The forest midnight and the glare of day—
Proclaiming to the world, with prophet tongue,