Philosophy doth dig and draw...

Philosophy doth dig and draw;

Instinct translateth into law,—

The universe in one God dwelling,

The poet's vision forekenned with awe.

He is a seer in night of Time,

Casting red foregleams in his rhyme,

Of rising stars on man's horizon;

Herald of truth of a choral clime,—

Impassioned truth from inward deeps,

That oft like lightning sudden leaps

From darkness, blazing a far pathway

To hills of God, which the sunlight steeps.