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Title: O May I Join the Choir Invisible!
and Other Favorite Poems
Author: George Eliot
Release Date: March 4, 2007 [eBook #20742]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
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Transcribed from the 1884 D. Lothrop and Company edition by David Price, email
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O MAY I JOIN?THE CHOIR INVISIBLE!
BY?GEORGE ELIOT
AND OTHER FAVORITE POEMS
_ILLUSTRATED_
BOSTON?D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY?FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS
Copyright by?D. LOTHROP AND COMPANY?1884
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O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE!
O may I join the choir invisible?Of those immortal dead who live again?In minds made better by their presence; live?In pulses stirred to generosity,?In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn?Of miserable aims that end with self,?In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,?And with their mild persistence urge men's minds?To vaster issues.
So to live is heaven:?To make undying music in the world,?Breathing a beauteous order that controls?With growing sway the growing life of man.?So we inherit that sweet purity?For which we struggled, failed and agonized?With widening retrospect that bred despair.?Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued,?A vicious parent shaming still its child,?Poor, anxious penitence is quick dissolved;?Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies,?Die in the large and charitable air;?And all our rarer, better, truer self,?That sobbed religiously in yearning song,?That watched to ease the burden of the world,?Laboriously tracing what must be,?And what may yet be better--saw rather?A worthier image for the sanctuary?And shaped it forth before the multitude,?Divinely human, raising worship so?To higher reverence more mixed with love--?That better self shall live till human Time?Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky?Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb?Unread forever.
This is life to come,?Which martyred men have made more glorious?For us who strive to follow.
May I reach?That purest heaven--be to other souls?The cup of strength in some great agony,?Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love,?Beget the smiles that have no cruelty,?Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,?And in diffusion ever more intense!?So shall I join the choir invisible?Whose music is the gladness of the world.
HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX.
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I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he:?I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;?"Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew,?"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through.?Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,?And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace--?Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;?I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,?Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique right,?Rebuckled the check-strap, chained slacker the bit,?Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near?Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;?At Boom a great yellow star came out to see;?At Duffeld 'twas morning as plain as could be;?And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime--?So Joris broke silence with "Yet there is time!"
At Aerschot up leaped of a sudden the sun,?And against him the cattle stood black every one,?To stare through the mist at us galloping past;?And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last?With resolute shoulders, each butting away?The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray;
And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back?For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track,?And one eye's black intelligence--ever that glance?O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance;?And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon?His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur!?Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her;?"We'll remember at Aix"--for one heard the quick wheeze?Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees,?And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,?As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
So we were left galloping, Joris and I,?Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;?The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh;?'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Delhem a dome spire sprung white,?And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
"How they'll greet us!"--and all in a moment his roan?Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;?And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight?Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,?With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,?And with circles