Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Selected Sonnets. VIII. To WordsworthHenry Ellison (18111880)
(From the “Poetry of Real Life”)
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Of glory, thou hast upward climbed, and now
In empyrean blue, with cloudless brow
Look’st o’er a prospect clear and infinite—
Rejoicing by, rejoicing in, thy light!
The vapours, which at first would not allow
Full view of thee, are gone, we know not how;
Absorbed into thy splendour, and thy might!
And now, great spirit, thou unto thy close
Art hastening, and trails of glory make
The heavens gorgeous for thy repose—
Thou hast made day for all men to partake,
And having thought of others and their woes,
Shalt be remembered now for thy own sake.