Reposeful spot horizoned by the stress Of thunderous cities! Here stern Nature seems One verdurous peace, an atmosphere of dreams, With ever-lilting languorous caress. Yet everywhere a laborous mightiness, A fine vibration, youthly anvilled, streams, -- Felt music, muted clangor, wisdom's themes Turning to vantage for the world's redress. This is the armory of intellect Where swords of thought are wrought for lords of strife, The while th' enfreedomed spirit beats down brawn On the last lines of darkness, stands erect, Grasping the vision of dominion life, And cries, "The Day!" across the reddening dawn. |