Xliii

As Nature in herself resolves All parts of beauty to one whole, And from the perfect whole evolves The high ideas that control Advancement, till the time be ripe To doff disguise and, type by type, Reveal the emanated soul:

So should the Beautiful in man Evolve the best in him; to be The lofty purpose life began For ends which only Heaven can see-- The absolute, that sees how thought Its high ideal’s shape hath wrought To be its far affinity.