Unconscious Christian thou, seldom do we, Among the many who have taught our race What conduct is; what, manhood's choicest grace, Find one in winsomeness surpassing thee; We catch a pure gleam of sincerity Through shadows deep that lie upon thy face; And in thy mental movements we can trace One freed from fetters of formality. The scentful flowers, perfuming all the air; The human breast that heaves; the eyes that shine (To none of which the works of art compare) Show form to be earth-born; but life, divine: Refreshing as the breeze to burning brow, Or rain to thirsty fields,—ev'n such art thou! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE LAST MAN: MEDITATION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LOVE IS MASTER STILL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A GHOST by ALTER BRODY THE RURAL PIPE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |