Charles Harpur

Greatness

That man is truly great, and he alone
      Who venerates, of present things or past
The absolute only,—is the liege of none
      Save God and truth; who, awed not by this vast
      And shadowy scheme of life, but anchored fast
In love, and sitting central like the sun,
So gives his mental beams to pierce and run
      Through all its secrets while his days may last.
While thus progressive, little faith has he
      For mysteries, till, sounding them, he hear
The gathered tones of their stirred depths agree
      With that religious harmony severe,
      Which ever anthems to his spirit’s ear
The hallowing presence of the Deity.
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