RISING and setting suns of Liberty— <br />Mountainous exploits and the wrecks thick strewn <br />By stormy Passion o’er Life’s treacherous sea, <br />Relieved with shores of green delight, and boon <br />And starry dreams and the serene pale moon <br />Of Pathos,—these with all of which they be <br />Idealisms, are of Poesy <br />The bodily temple into fitness hewn, <br />And for its Soul, all that the mind can seize <br />Of beauty harmonising with the might <br />Of natural ties and social sympathies <br />And that deep spirit of Piety whose flight <br />Is strongest and most heavenward ’mid the blight <br />Of mortal misery—its Soul are these.<br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-179/
