Freedom and morals fled, and in their train And the fair-pictured gods which the Greek mind Holds by eternal Being; which from the height Of thought into the deep shaft of research Plunges, the oracular Sibyl of the Past. This knowledge thou, master of thought, didst teach; This, from the fountain of eternal life. That from the bosom of the Godhead flows Into the obscure ages, thou didst draw ; This from the Word didst fetch, that once assumed Being in mortal body, full of GOD And full of Light. This in the holy book Thine eye did read, the book which taught thy youth The knowledge of salvation, perfect made In spirit and in freedom, mid the scoff Grim fetters, from GoD's altar chasing light, To these a warning voice comes from the Judge Charlottenberg, near Heidelberg, THE Votive labour that to thee alive I from a loyal heart did consecrate, To thee being dead I consecrate anew, Oh never more shall grateful hearts forget The pilgrim fathers through the tearful vale Who first adventurous cut their way, and dug Wells in the waste, where future troops should come Of weary-footed weary-hearted men, All comfortless and blind! But from pure skies The nightly dew descends into the wells, And o'er the fountain floats the freshening breath Of a new life. And, lo! from ether shines A heavenly glory which illuminates The honest vision and confounds the false. Not with the lips that voiced the word grows pale The spoken truth: the word becomes a spark, Has power to work and to create, and holds The pledge of inexhaustible creation In its own fulness; yea, if Thought might fail, Now o'er the dark vale of this earthly scene, Where thou with faith didst teach and earnest thought, Thou look'st into the universal thought, The thought of love that nevermore may die, And all thy highest hope is thine, to live In union with the Spirits of the Just. August 20th, 1855. |