The Pilgrims of the Rhine

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by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton


  VIII.

  HENCE IN HOPE, MEMORY, AND PRAYER, ALL OF US ARE POETS.

  Yes, while thou hopest, music fills the air, While thou rememberest, life reclothes the clod; While thou canst feel the electric chain of prayer, Breathe but a thought, and be a soul with God! Let not these forms of matter bound thine eye. He who the vanishing point of Human things Lifts from the landscape, lost amidst the sky, Has found the Ideal which the poet sings, Has pierced the pall around the senses thrown, And is himself a poet, though unknown.

 

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