ABSTRACT
Behold, I send thee to the heights of song, My brother! Let thine eyes awake as clear As morning dew, within whose glowing sphere Is mirrored half a world; and listen long, Till in thine ears, famished to keenness, throng The bugles of the soul-till far and near Silence grows populous, and wind and mere Are phantom-choked with voices. Then be strongThen halt not till thou seest the beacons flare Souls mad for truth have lit from peak to peak. Haste on to breathe the intoxicating airWine to the brave and poison to the weakFar in the blue where angels' feet have trod, Where earth is one with heaven, and man with God.
