VI
Yet—for the kindly Mother may not quit
Her cloistered sanctuary, where from the height
Of scholarship’s remoteness day and night
She strains truth’s fabric—it is those who sit
A season at her feet, and learn to fit
Their spirits to her own, who must requite
These lofty cares, and carry out the light,
And serve it round, and tend its burning, lit.
But thine, O Kindly Mother, first to prove
Thy ministers, and having chosen, tune,
Bringing thy spirit o’er them, till they move
Like one at thy behest—as to the moon,
Passing soft influence from the quiet skies,
The oceans with their weight of waters rise.
Hesepe, 16th June