Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | The Poets Praise | By Henry Hamilton (18401916) |
| WHO feels knows deeper truth than he who sees, | |
And lives with God in greater harmony; | |
With Nature rests in closer sympathy, | |
And draws her honey like the tireless bees. | |
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He holds the beauty which forever flees | 5 |
Near to his soul; he hears the melody | |
Which rings through time and through eternity; | |
He knows the hopes and loves which always please. | |
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Therefore, O poet, will I speak thy praise | |
And listen to the music of thy song, | 10 |
Or reverent twine about thy brow the bays, | |
And to thy faithful worshipers belong; | |
For purest truth finds voice in thy sweet lays, | |
And perfect love which makes hearts glad and strong. | | | |
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