Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HYMNS OF A HERMIT: 5, by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) Poet's Biography First Line: Eternal mind! Creation's light and lord Last Line: Unveil'd we see, and hail thy wisdom's call. Subject(s): Hermits | ||||||||
ETERNAL Mind! Creation's Light and Lord! Thou trainest man to love thy perfect will, By love to know thy truth's obscurest word, And so his years with hallow'd life to fill; To own in all things round thy law's accord, Which bids all hope be strong to vanquish ill; Illumined thus by thy diffusive ray, The darken'd world and soul are bright with day. In storm, and flood, and all decays of time, In hunger, plagues, and man-devouring war; In all the boundless tracts of inward crime -- In selfish hates, and lusts that deepliest mar, In lazy dreams that clog each task sublime, In loveless doubts of truth's unsetting star; In all -- thy Spirit will not cease to brood With vital strength, unfolding all to good. The headlong cataract and tempest's roar, The rage of seas, and earthquake's hoarse dismay, The crush of empire, sapp'd by tears and gore, And shrieks of hearts their own corruption's prey; All sounds of death enforce thy righteous lore, In smoothest flow thy being's truth obey, And, heard in ears from passion's witchery free, One endless music make -- a hymn to Thee! But most, O God! the inward eyes of thought Discern thy laws in all that works within; The conscious will, by hard experience taught, Divines thy mercy shown by hate of sin: And hearts whose peace by shame and grief was bought, Thy blessings praise, that first in wo begin, For still on earthly pain's tormented ground Thy love's immortal flowers and fruits abound. Fair sight it is, and medicinal for man, To see thy guidance lead the human breast; In life's unopen'd germs behold thy plan, Till mid the ripen'd soul it stands confest; From impulse too minute for us to scan, Awakening sense with love and purpose blest; And through confusion, error, trial, grief, Maturing reason, conscience, calm belief. This to have known, my soul, be thankful thou! -- This clear, ideal form of endless good, Which casts around the adoring learner's brow The ray that marks man's holiest brotherhood; Thus e'en from guilt's deep curse and slavish vow, And dreams whereby the light was long withstood, Thee, Lord! whose mind is rule supreme to all, Unveil'd we see, and hail thy wisdom's call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG WOMAN DYING by NORMAN DUBIE TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HERMIT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 265 by HAN SHAN THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 276 by HAN SHAN ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) |
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