“Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them Yield them love, amusement, sympathy. “And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon-silvered roll; For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting All the fever of some differing soul. “Bounded by themselves, and unregardful In what state God’s other works may be, In their own tasks all their powers pouring, These attain the mighty life you see.” O air-born voice! long since, severely clear, A cry like thine in mine own heart I hear,-- “Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he Who finds himself loses his misery!” _MORALITY._ We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight willed Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled. With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish ’twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern. Then, when the clouds are off the soul, When thou dost bask in Nature’s eye, Ask how _she_ viewed thy self-control, Thy struggling, tasked morality,-- Nature, whose free, light, cheerful air, Oft made thee, in thy gloom, despair. And she, whose censure thou dost dread, Whose eye thou wast afraid to seek, See, on her face a glow is spread, A strong emotion on her cheek! “Ah, child!” she cries, “that strife divine, Whence was it, for it is not mine? “There is no effort on _my_ brow; I do not strive, I do not weep: I rush with the swift spheres, and glow In joy, and when I will, I sleep. Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once--but where? “I knew not yet the gauge of time, Nor wore the manacles of space; I felt it in some other clime, I saw it in some other place. ’Twas when the heavenly house I trod, And lay upon the breast of God.” _A SUMMER NIGHT._ In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Silent and white, unopening down, Repellent as the world; but see, A break between the housetops shows The moon! and lost behind her, fading dim Into the dewy dark obscurity Down at the far horizon’s rim, Doth a whole tract of heaven disclose!