XVIII
Not to prevail by measure of thy might
O’er might that measures scarcely less than thine,
Bathing the naked world in blood and brine,
Till nature turns and sickens at the sight
—All but her vultures, gloating o’er the fight;
And the sun rages daily down the line
That doth compel his radiancy divine
So fair a world to such a doom to light—
Nay, be thy function rather to disperse
The shouldering elements, that so the core
Of pure light in this glimmering universe
May by its motion kindling more and more
The look and loveliness of Spirit bring
Into the face of every living thing.
Hesepe, 16th July