Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (Фредерик Годдард Такерман)

First Series. 28. Not the round natural world, not the deep mind

Not the round natural world, not the deep mind,
The reconcilement holds: the blue abyss
Collects it not; our arrows sink amiss
And but in Him may we our import find.
The agony to know, the grief, the bliss
Of toil, is vain and vain: clots of the sod
Gathered in heat and haste and flung behind
To blind ourselves and others, what but this
Still grasping dust and sowing toward the wind?
No more thy meaning seek, thine anguish plead,
But leaving straining thought and stammering word,
Across the barren azure pass to God:
Shooting the void in silence like a bird,
A bird that shuts his wings for better speed.

1. First Series. 7. Dank fens of cedar, hemlock branches gray
2. First Series. 26. For Nature daily through her grand design
3. First Series. 6. Not sometimes, but to him that heeds the whole
4. First Series. 27. So to the mind long brooding but on it
5. Third Series. 10. Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips

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