To the end of the trail / Richard Hovey [electronic text]
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- To the end of the trail / Richard Hovey [electronic text]
- Author
- Hovey, Richard, 1864-1900.
- Publication
- New York: Duffield & Company
- 1908
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"To the end of the trail / Richard Hovey [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAH7960.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
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Page 11
Spirit of beauty, born of the divine breath With its first issuance into Time and Space! Shaping the whole creation into grace Through intimate interflux of life and death! Lifting the transient, as it anguisheth, To the serene wherein change hath no place! High Son of God, that lookest on God's face! Supremest angel that God uttereth! Make me a flute for thy lips, a lute for thy fingers! Take me, O lord of the lyre, — the least of thy singers, Least of the voices that follow thee, lured from thy feet by none other, Least of thy servants, Apollo, whose wages are sunlight and tears — Take me to rest in thy deeps, as a child at the breast of its mother, Give me the peace of thy kiss and strength for the strife of the years! Bitter and sweet are thy gifts. Thou hast borne me aloft as a feather That the wind blows hither and thither till it falls in the foam of the sea; Thou hast given me haven and home; thou hast given me wind and rough weather; And I lift thee my heart for a lyre, for the gifts thou hast given to me.