Part 5 — TO A. J. SCOTT.
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When, long ago, the daring of my youth Drew nigh thy greatness with a little thing, Thou didst receive me; and thy sky of truth
Has domed me since, a heaven of sheltering, Made homely by the tenderness and grace Which round thy absolute friendship ever fling
A radiant atmosphere. Turn not thy face From that small part of earnest thanks, I pray, Which, spoken, leaves much more in speechless case.
I see thee far before me on thy way Up the great peaks, and striding stronger still; Thy intellect unrivalled in its sway,
Upheld and ordered by a regnant will; Thy wisdom, seer and priest of holy fate, Searching all truths its prophecy to fill;
But this my joy: throned in thy heart so great, High Love is queen, and sits without a mate.
May, 1857.