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George Willis Cooke, comp.  The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology.  1903.
By William Ellery Channing (1818–1901)
  WE are centred deeper far
  Than the eye of any star,
  Nor can rays of long sunlight
  Thread a pace of our daylight.
  In thy form I see the day        5
  Burning, of a kingdom higher,
  In thy silver net-work play
  Thoughts that to the Gods aspire;
  In thy cheek I see the flame
  Of the studious taper burn,        10
  And thy Grecian eye might tame
  Natures ashed in antique urn;
  Yet with this lofty element
  Flows a pure stream of gentle kindness,
  And thou to life thy strength hast lent,        15
  And borne profoundest tenderness
  In thy Promethean fearless arm,
With mercy’s love that would all angels charm.
  So trembling meek, so proudly strong,
  Thou dost to higher worlds belong,        20
  Than where I sing this empty song:
  Yet I, a thing of mortal kind,
  Can kneel before thy pathless mind,
  And see in thee what my mates say
  Sank o’er Judea’s hills one crimson day.        25
  Yet flames on high the keen Greek fire,
  And later ages rarefies,
  And even on my tuneless lyre
  A faint, wan beam of radiance dies.
  And might I say what I have thought        30
  Of thee, and those I love to-day,
  Then had the world an echo caught
  Of that intense, impassioned lay,
  Which sung in those thy being sings,
  And from the deepest ages rings.        35

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