...Time, That he should strike the fetters from his slaves ? Or hath he none ? Is the drear prison house, To which, 'twould seem, our spiritual acts Pass one...soul's eye : yet how it strives and battles Thorough th'impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of things, Which is the body of the...

...could rest in nothing short of that ; otherwise lie might have been a poet of genuine excellence. " Dark, dark, yea, ' irrecoverably dark,' Is the soul's...gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of tilings, Which is the body of the infinite God !" " Sure, we are leaves of one harmonious bower, Fed...

...could rest in nothing short of that ; otherwise he might have been a poet of genuine excellence. " Dark, dark, yea, ' irrecoverably dark.' Is the soul's eye : yet how it strives and battles Throngh th' impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of things, Which is the body...

...could rest in nothing short of that ; otherwise he mi«.,ht have been a poet of genuine excellence. " Dark, dark, yea, ' irrecoverably dark,' Is the soul's eye : yet how it strives and buttles Thorough th' impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of tilings, Whieli...

...who, when the heavens he spread, Darkness his thick pavilion made, And light his regal robe. Merrick. Dark, dark, yea, irrecoverably dark, Is the soul's eye, yet how it strives and battles Through the impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of things, Which is the body...

...great garden show'd, And thro' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd Rare sunrise flow'd. Tennyson. Dark, dark, yea, irrecoverably dark, Is the soul's eye; yet how it strives and battles Through the impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of things, Which is the body...

...and could rest in nothing short of Him, otherwise he might have been a poet of genuine excellence. " Dark, dark, yea, ' irrecoverably dark,' Is the soul's...truth of things, Which is the body of the infinite God !" " Sure, we are leaves of one harmonious bower, Fed by a sap that never will be scant, All-permeating,...

...and could rest in nothing short of Him, otherwise he might have been » poet of genuine excellence. * Dark, dark, yea, ' irrecoverably dark, Is the soul's eye ; yet how it strives and battlet Thorough th' impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of things, Which...

...and could rest in nothing short of Him, otherwise he might have been a poet of genuine excellence. " Dark, dark, yea, ' irrecoverably dark, Is the soul's...of things, Which is the body of the infinite God! " " Sure, we are leaves of one harmonious bower, Fed by a sap that never will be scant, All-permeating,...

...and could rest in nothing short of Him, otherwise he might have been a poet of genuine excellence. "Dark, dark, yea, Irrecoverably dark/ Is the soul's eye ; yet how it strives and battlos Thorough th' impenetrable gloom to fix That master light, the secret truth of things, Which...