Whereby he smelt his treason, who implored
External gifts bestowed but on the sword;
Beheld himself, with less and less disguise,
Through those blood-cataracts which dimmed his eyes,
His army’s foe, condemned to strive and fail;
See a black adversary’s ghost prevail;
Never, though triumphs hailed him, hope to win
While still the conflict tore his breast within.

Out of that agony, misread for those
Imprisoned Powers warring unappeased,
The ghost of his black adversary rose,
To smother light, shut heaven, show earth diseased. 
And long with him was wrestling ere emerged
A mind to read in him the reflex shade
Of its fierce torment; this way, that way urged;
By craven compromises hourly swayed.

Crouched as a nestling, still its wings untried,
The man’s mind opened under weight of cloud. 
To penetrate the dark was it endowed;
Stood day before a vision shooting wide. 
Whereat the spectral enemy lost form;
The traversed wilderness exposed its track. 
He felt the far advance in looking back;
Thence trust in his foot forward through the storm.

Under the low-browed tempest’s eye of ire,
That ere it lightened smote a coward heart,
Earth nerved her chastened son to hail athwart
All ventures perilous his shrouded Sire;
A stranger still, religiously divined;
Not yet with understanding read aright. 
But when the mind, the cherishable mind,
The multitude’s grave shepherd, took full flight,
Himself as mirror raised among his kind,
He saw, and first of brotherhood had sight: 
Knew that his force to fly, his will to see,
His heart enlarged beyond its ribbed domain,
Had come of many a grip in mastery,
Which held conjoined the hostile rival twain,
And of his bosom made him lord, to keep
The starry roof of his unruffled frame
Awake to earth, to heaven, and plumb the deep
Below, above, aye with a wistful aim.

The mastering mind in him, by tempests blown,
By traitor inmates baited, upward burned;
Perforce of growth, the Master mind discerned,
The Great Unseen, nowise the Dark Unknown. 
To whom unwittingly did he aspire
In wilderness, where bitter was his need: 
To whom in blindness, as an earthy seed
For light and air, he struck through crimson mire. 
But not ere he upheld a forehead lamp,
And viewed an army, once the seeming doomed,
All choral in its fruitful garden camp,
The spiritual the palpable illumed.

This gift of penetration and embrace,
His prize from tidal battles lost or won,
Reveals the scheme to animate his race: 
How that it is a warfare but begun;
Unending; with no Power to interpose;
No prayer, save for strength to keep his ground,
Heard of the Highest; never battle’s close,
The victory complete and victor crowned: 
Nor solace in defeat, save from that sense
Of strength well spent, which is the strength renewed.