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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evolution</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THOU stand'st complete in every part,<br> An individual of thy kind;<br>But whence thou cam'st and what thou art,<br> Didst ever ask thee of thy mind?<br>Thou claim'st a portion of God's earth;<br>5<br> Thou say'st to all men, &quot;This is I;&quot;<br>Thou hast a date to mark thy birth,<br> And other date when thou shalt die.<br>Thy years are in the planets' years;<br> A space in all that mighty span,<br>10<br>A little space of smiles and tears,<br> Is writ in shining letters—&quot;Man.&quot;<br>Thou hear'st the mighty ocean roll,<br> Thou seest death on every hand;<br>There loom strange phantoms in thy soul,<br>15<br> And boundless heavens arch the land.<br>Thy feet are on the sand and clay,<br> Which once had other growths than these,<br>And in the great world's yesterday,<br> Heard murmurs of the tropic seas.<br>20</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life out of death, death out of life,<br> In endless cycles rolling on,<br>And fire-gleams flashing from the strife<br> Of what will come and what has gone.<br>A perfect whole, a perfect plan,<br>25<br> Ay, doubtless, in the perfect mind,<br>An onward march since time began,<br> With yet no laggart left behind.<br>All blended in a wondrous chain,<br> Each link the fittest for its place;<br>30<br>The stronger made to bear the strain,<br> The weaker formed to give it grace.<br>But what art thou and what am I?<br> What place is ours in all this scheme?<br>What is it to be born and die?<br>35<br> Are we but phases in a dream,<br>That earth or some prime mother dreams,<br> Folded away in crimson skies?<br>Or are we dazzled with the beams<br> Of light too strong for new-born eyes?<br>40</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Certes, we are not very much;<br> We cannot cause ourselves to be;<br>Not even the limbs by which we touch<br> Are really owned by thee and me.<br>But they were fashioned years ago,<br>45<br> Ay, centuries; since earth's natal morn,<br>The wondering ages saw them grow,<br> Till our time came and we were born.<br>And we are present, future, past—<br> Shall live again, have lived before,<br>50<br>Like billows on the beaches cast<br> Of tides that flow for evermore.<br>And yet thou sayest, &quot;This is I;<br> I am marked off from all my kind;<br>I look not to the by-and-by;<br>55<br> I care not for what lies behind.&quot;<br>That may be so; but to mine eyes<br> A being of wondrous make thou art—<br>The point at which infinities<br> Converge, touch, and for ever part.<br>60</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou canst not unmake what has been,<br> Nor hold back that which is to come;<br>We dwell upon the waste between<br> In the small &quot;now&quot; which is our home.<br>&quot;Though this be so,&quot; thou answerest, &quot;still<br>65<br> I feel and know myself to be:<br>Thy creed would make the perfect will<br> In God's sight like a stone or tree.&quot;<br>Ah no! for stone and tree are one,<br> And perfect will bears different fruit;<br>70<br>The will is grander than the sun,<br> The body brother to the brute.<br>But in the ages thou shalt be<br> A link from unknown to unknown,<br>A bridge across a darkling sea,<br>75<br> A light on the world's pathway thrown<br>Ay, such is man—a moan in sleep;<br> A passing dream; he thinks and is,<br>And then falls back into the deep<br> Where other deeps call unto this.<br>80</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in that thinking, in that pause,<br> That dream which did so little yield,<br>There met a universe of laws,<br> And branched out into wider field.<br>We live not for ourselves—ah no!<br>85<br> We do not live; man lives in us.<br>The race dwells in us; even so<br> The race will live, though we pass thus.<br>The forces that have fashioned thee<br> Have rolled through space since time began—<br>90<br>Have ranged the heavens, the earth, the sea,<br> And in God's time have made thee man.<br>And so to further goal they move,<br> When thou hast passed from mortal sight;<br>To fashion beings that will prove<br>95<br> More wondrous still, more full of light.<br>We are the foam-crest on the wave,<br> Lit for a moment by the sun;<br>A moment thus we toss and rave,<br> Then fall back ere our day is done.<br>100</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou then art twain—the force that builds<br> The broad foundations of the race,<br>And separate light from God that gilds<br> The soul with individual grace.<br>God looks at both: the one displays<br>105<br> The laws that work His purpose still;<br>The other thine own spirit sways,<br> And here God asks the perfect will.<br>I would not have thee think the less<br> Of this small part which is man's soul,<br>110<br>Nor miss the exceeding blessedness<br> Of knowing thyself a separate whole.<br>&quot;What proof,&quot; thou sayest, &quot;if this be true,<br> That thou and I survive the shock<br>Which summons all we are and do<br>115<br> To credit of the primal stock?<br>&quot;If I and thou a moment are<br> Conscious of self, of touch, of sight,<br>Then vanish like a falling star,<br> And sink in everlasting night,<br>120</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;What proof that in the overthrow<br> The thing that says, knows, ‘This is I,'<br>Will not pass with the rest, and go<br> Dissolved into the vast supply?&quot;<br>Though formed of elemental dust,<br>125<br> And moulded through such countless years,<br>We perish not with these, but must<br> Survive the rolling of the spheres.<br>We must, I say; for what most high<br> In man? Is't not the subtle part,<br>130<br>The power which tells me, &quot;This is I;<br> I am not everything thou art&quot;?<br>Would God have laboured then and wrought<br> With fire and water, life and death,<br>And through the weary cycles brought<br>135<br> A creature with the vital breath,<br>And breathed such power within his soul,<br> And crowned him with such wondrous grace,<br>And said, &quot;Go forth from pole to pole,<br> And meet thy brother face to face,&quot;<br>140</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If this strange power were meant to sink<br> Back into chaos or be lost,<br>Or cast off as a broken link,<br> Or die like wave along the coast?<br>Not that God's way. On—ever on,<br>145<br> To nobler, purer, higher things;<br>Form out the ages that are gone<br> Each newer, grander era springs.<br>So nought is lost, but all must pass,<br> And life through varied stages move;<br>150<br>From the pale fungus in the grass,<br> To deepest depths of light and love.<br>And we must pass—we shall not die;<br> Changed and transformed, but still the same,<br>To grander heights of mystery,<br>155<br> To fairer realms than whence we came.<br>God will not let His work be lost;<br> Too wondrous is the mind of man,<br>Too many ages it has cost<br> The huge fulfilment of His plan.<br>160</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on we pass, for ever on,<br> Through death to other deaths and life;<br>To brighter lights when these are gone;<br> To broader thought, more glorious strife;<br>To vistas opening out of these;<br>165<br> To wonders shining from afar,<br>Above the surging of the seas,<br> Above the course of moon and star;<br>To higher powers of will and deed,<br> All bounds and limits left behind;<br>170<br>To truths undreamt in any creed;<br> To deeper love, more God-like mind.<br>For this the sky and sea and earth<br> God moulded with His ice and fire;<br>For this the ages gave us birth,<br>175<br> And filled our hearts with mad desire.<br>Great God! we move into the vast;<br> All questions vain—the shadows come!<br>We hear no answer from the past;<br> The years before us all are dumb.<br>180</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We trust Thy purpose and Thy will,<br> We see afar the shining goal;<br>Forgive us if there linger still<br> Some human fear within our soul!<br>Forgive us, if when crumbling in<br>185<br> The world that we have loved and known,<br>With forms so fair to us, we sin<br> By eyes averted from Thy throne!<br>Forgive us, if with thoughts too wild,<br> And eyes too dim to pierce the gloom,<br>190<br>We shudder like a frightened child<br> That enters at a darkened room!<br>Forgive us, if when dies away<br> All human sound upon our ears,<br>We hear not, in the swift decay,<br>195<br> Thy loving voice to calm our fears!<br>But lo! the dawn of fuller days;<br> Horizon-glories fringe the sky!<br>Our feet would climb the shining ways<br> To meet man's widest destiny.<br>200</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, then, all sorrow's recompense!<br> The kindling sky is flaked with gold;<br>Above the shattered screen of sense,<br> A voice like thunder cries, &quot;Behold!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q>
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