That ever was put forth in personal form;

Jehovah

with his thunder, and the choir

Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones
I pass them unalarmed. Not Chaos, not
The darkest pit of lowest Erebus,

Nor aught of blinder vacancy-scooped out
By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe
As fall upon us often when we look

Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man,
My haunt, and the main region of my Song.
Beauty a living Presence of the earth,
Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms

Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed
From earth's materials ·waits upon my steps;

Pitches her tents before me as I move,

An hourly neighbour. Paradise, and groves
Elysian, Fortunate Fields-like those of old
Sought in the Atlantic Main, why should they be
A history only of departed things,

Or a mere fiction of what never was?
For the discerning intellect of Man,
When wedded to this goodly universe
In love and holy passion, shall find these
A simple produce of the common day.
-I, long before the blissful hour arrives,
Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse
Of this great consummation: — and, by words

Which speak of nothing more than what we are,
Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep
Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain
To noble raptures; while my voice proclaims
How exquisitely the individual Mind
(And the progressive powers perhaps no less
Of the whole species) to the external World
Is fitted:- and how exquisitely, too,
Theme this but little heard of among Men,
The external World is fitted to the Mind;
And the creation (by no lower name

Can it be called) which they with blended might
Accomplish: this is our high argument.

Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft

Must turn elsewhere. to travel near the tribes

And fellowships of men, and see ill sights
Of madding passions mutually inflamed;
Must hear Humanity in fields and groves
Pipe solitary anguish; or must hang
Brooding above the fierce confederate storm
Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore

Within the walls of Cities; may these sounds
Have their authentic comment, that even these
Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn!
-Descend, prophetic Spirit! that inspir'st
The human Soul of universal earth,

Dreaming on things to come; and dost possess

A metropolitan Temple in the hearts
Of mighty Poets; upon me bestow
A gift of genuine insight; that my Song
With star-like virtue in its place may
Shedding benignant influence,

Itself, from all malevolent effect

shine;

and secure,

Of those mutations that extend their sway
Throughout the nether sphere! - And if with this
I mix more lowly matter; with the thing
Contemplated, describe the Mind of Man
Contemplating, and who, and what he was,
The transitory Being that beheld

This Vision, when and where, and how he lived;
Be not this labour useless. If such theme

May sort with highest objects, then, dread Power,
Whose gracious favour is the primal source
Of all illumination, may my Life

Express the image of a better time,

More wise desires, and simpler manners;

nurse

My Heart in genuine freedom: - all pure thoughts so shall thy unfailing love

Be with me;

Guide, and support, and cheer me to the end!”