God blesses still the generous thought, And still the fitting word He speeds, And Truth, at His requiring taught, He quickens into deeds. Each crisis brings its word and deed. The lost Occasion. The Beauty which old Greece or Rome Sung, painted, wrought, lies close at home. We seemed to see our flag unfurled, Our champion waiting in his place For the last battle of the world, The Armageddon of the race.
Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
To Charles Sumner. To James T. Fields. See page 659.