INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY, FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD.
OUR birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar :
Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy;
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,- He sees it in his joy ;
The youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity !
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf, and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the Eternal Mind, - Mighty prophet! Seer blest!
On whom those truths do rest,
Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy immortality
Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A which is not to be put by, - presence Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, - Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
O, joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:- Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise: But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realized; High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake, To perish never;
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, man, nor boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea, Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound,
As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Those helps, - - for his occasions ever near, Who lacks not will to use them :-
On the first motion of a holy thought;
Vigils of contemplation; praise; and prayer, A stream, which from the fountain of the heart Issuing, however feebly, nowhere flows Without access of unexpected strength. But, above all, the victory is most sure For him, who, seeking faith by virtue, strives To yield entire submission to the law
Of Conscience; Conscience reverenced and obeyed As God's most intimate Presence in the soul And his most perfect Image in the world.
Endeavor thus to live; these rules regard; These helps solicit; and a steadfast seat Shall then be yours among the happy few Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air, Sons of the morning. For your nobler part, Ere disencumbered of her mortal chains, Doubt shall be quelled and trouble chased away; With only such degree of sadness left As may support longings of pure desire! And strengthen Love, rejoicing secretly In the sublime attractions of the Grave.
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