Breathing with such suppression of the heart As joy delights in; and, with wise restraint
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:—
And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.
That neither present time, nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind— But how could I forget thee?
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more.
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.
Neither evil tongues, Rash judgements, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us.