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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
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OF Truth, of Grandeur, Beauty, Love, and Hope,
And melancholy Fear subdued by Faith;
Of blessed consolations in distress;
Of moral strength, and intellectual power;
Of joy in widest commonalty spread;        5
Of the individual Mind that keeps her own
Inviolate retirement, subject there
To Conscience only, and the law supreme
Of that Intelligence which governs all—
I sing:—“fit audience let me find, though few!”        10
So prayed, more gaining than he asked, the Bard
In holiest mood. Urania, I shall need
Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such
Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven!
For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink        15
Deep, and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds
To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil.
All strength, all terror, single or in bands,
That ever was put forth in personal form—
Jehovah, with his thunder, and the choir        20
Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones,—
I pass them unalarmed. Not Chaos, not
The darkest pit of lowest Erebus,
Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out
By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe        25
As fall upon us often when we look
Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man,—
My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Beauty—a living Presence of the earth,
Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms        30
Which craft of delicate Spirits doth compose
From earth’s materials—waits upon my steps;
Pitches her tents before me as I move,
An hourly neighbor. Paradise, and groves
Elysian, Fortunate Fields,—like those of old        35
Sought in the Atlantic main,—why should they be
A history only of departed things,
Or a mere fiction of what never was?
For the discerning intellect of Man,
When wedded to this goodly universe        40
In love and holy passion, shall find these
A simple produce of the common day.
I, long before the blissful hour arrives,
Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse
Of this great consummation:—and, by words        45
Which speak of nothing more than what we are,
Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep
Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain
To noble raptures; while my voice proclaims
How exquisitely the individual Mind        50
(And the progressive powers, perhaps no less,
Of the whole species) to the external World
Is fitted:—and how exquisitely, too—
(Theme this but little heard of among men—)
The external World is fitted to the Mind;        55
And the creation (by no lower name
Can it be called) which they with blended might
Accomplish:—this is our high argument.
Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft
Must turn elsewhere, to travel near the tribes        60
And fellowships of men, and see ill sights
Of madding passions mutually inflamed;
Must hear Humanity in fields and groves
Pipe solitary anguish; or must hang
Brooding above the fierce confederate storm        65
Of sorrow, barricaded evermore
Within the walls of cities,—may these sounds
Have their authentic comment; that even these
Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn!
Descend, prophetic spirit! that inspir’st        70
The human Soul of universal earth,
Dreaming on things to come; and dost possess
A metropolitan temple in the hearts
Of mighty Poets: upon me bestow
A gift of genuine insight; that my Song        75
With star-like virtue in its place may shine,
Shedding benignant influence, and secure,
Itself, from all malevolent effect
Of those mutations that extend their sway
Throughout the nether sphere! And if with this        80
I mix more lowly matter; with the thing
Contemplated, describe the Mind and Man
Contemplating; and who, and what he was,—
The transitory Being that beheld
This Vision; when and where, and how he lived;—        85
Be not this labor useless. If such theme
May sort with highest objects, then—dread Power!
Whose gracious favor is the primal source
Of all illumination,—may my Life
Express the image of a better time,        90
More wise desires, and simpler manners; nurse
My Heart in genuine freedom:—all pure thoughts
Be with me;—so shall thy unfailing love
Guide and support and cheer me to the end!

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