James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
December 22George Eliot
By James Ashcroft Noble (18441896)“T
Invisible; the Choir whose music makes
Life’s discords grow to harmonies, and takes
Us unawares with sounds that are as fire
And light and melody in one. We tire
Of weary noon and night, of dawn that breaks
Only to bring again the cares, the aches,
The meannesses that drag us to the mire:
Large utterances from the lucid upper air,
Bidding us wipe away the miry stain,
And scale the stainless stars, and have no fear
Save the one dread of forfeiting our share
In the deep joy that follows noble pain.”