Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
EmersonWilbur Larremore (18551918)
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Thou hast felt life-warmth through the age’s rime,
Hast pierced the mask of flesh, the veil of time,
That heart from heart and soul from soul benight.
And whoso kens thy word to man aright
Finds in the world a spiritual clime,
Beholds the Present as a land sublime,
Peopled with beings of heroic height.
God’s new-born truth to feed a hungering race;
And thou, like those of old, hast read His thought
Writ in the stars by night;—His secret place,
The solemn forest, thou by day hast sought,
And heard His voice through boughs that hid His face.