Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Sursum Corda - Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Seek not the Spirit, if it hide,
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Baby, do not whine and chide;
Art thou not also real?
Why should'st thou stoop to poor excuse?
Turn on the Accuser roundly; say,
"Here am I, here will I remain
Forever to myself soothfast,
Go thou, sweet Heaven, or, at thy pleasure stay."—
Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast,
For it only can absolutely deal.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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