James Russell Lowell

Longing

Of all the myriad moods of mind
 That through the soul come thronging,
Which one was e’er so dear, so kind,
 So beautiful as Longing?
The thing we long for, that we are
 For one transcendent moment,
Before the Present poor and bare
 Can make its sneering comment.
 
Still, through our paltry stir and strife,
 Glows down the wished ideal,
And Longing moulds in clay what Life
 Carves in the marble Real;
To let the new life in, we know,
 Desire must ope the portal;
Perhaps the longing to be so
 Helps make the soul immortal.
 
Longing is God’s fresh heavenward will.
 With our poor earthward striving;
We quench it that we may be still
 Content with merely living;
But, would we learn that heart’s full scope
 Which we are hourly wronging,
Our lives must climb from hope to hope
 And realize our longing.
 
Ah! let us hope that to our praise
 Good God not only reckons
The moments when we tread his ways,
 But when the spirit beckons,-
That some slight good is also wrought
 Beyond self-satisfaction,
When we are simply good in thought,
 Howe’er we fail in action.
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