Song of the wave / George Cabot Lodge [electronic text]

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IT flows thro' all of time from heart to heart, This solemn wonder fresh with naked strength, This source of life where every mouth at length Must drink and feel the old impulsions start.It is the whole that moves through every part, The aspiration dim of things unborn, The prophecy of life's essential dawn, That tears the everlasting night apart. And we who are, and were the splendid spur For wasted generations, we must bear For human sake the same gigantic stir Of breathless longing, and the great command Of life to life, and leave our spirits bare To feel the truth they cannot understand.