Poems of Nature: Large Print

If with light head erect I sing, Though all the Muses lend their force, From my poor love of anything, The verse is weak and shallow as its source.But if with bended neck I gropeListening behind me for my wit, With faith superior to hope, More anxious to keep back than forward it;Making my soul accomplice thereUnto the flame my heart hath lit, Then will the verse for ever wear-Time cannot bend the line which God hath writ.Always the general show of thingsFloats in review before my mind, And such true love and reverence brings, That sometimes I forget that I am blind.But now there comes unsought, unseen, Some clear divine electuary, And I, who had but sensual been, Grow sensible, and as God is, am wary.I hearing get, who had but ears, And sight, who had but eyes before, I moments live, who lived but years, And truth discern, who knew but learning's lore.I hear beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range of sight, New earths and skies and seas around, And in my day the sun doth pale his light.A clear and ancient harmonyPierces my soul through all its din, As through its utmost melody, -Farther behind than th