Philosophy doth dig and draw...

Philosophy doth dig and draw . . . . . . . . . . . . Instinct translateth into law,— The universe in one God dwelling, The poet's vision forekenned with awe.

He is a seer in night of Time, Casting red foregleams in his rhyme, Of rising stars on man's horizon; Herald of truth of a choral clime,—

Impassioned truth from inward deeps, That oft like lightning sudden leaps From darkness, blazing a far pathway To hills of God, which the sunlight steeps.