Clear and safe in new light and new life,—­a new harmony yet
To be run and continued, and ended—­who knows?—­or endure! 
The man taught enough by life’s dream, of the rest to make sure;
By the pain-throb, triumphantly winning intensified bliss,
And the next world’s reward and repose, by the struggles in this.

XVIII

“I believe it!  ’Tis Thou, God, that givest, ’tis I who receive;
In the first is the last, in Thy will is my power to believe. 
All’s one gift:  Thou canst grant it, moreover, as prompt to my prayer,
As I breathe out this breath, as I open these arms to the air. 290
From Thy will stream the worlds, life and nature, Thy dread Sabaoth: 
I will?—­the mere atoms despise me!  Why am I not loath
To look that, even that in the face too?  Why is it I dare
Think but lightly of such impuissance?  What stops my despair? 
This;—­’tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do! 
See the King—­I would help him, but cannot, the wishes fall through. 
Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich,
To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would—­knowing which,
I know that my service is perfect.  Oh, speak thro’ me now! 
Would I suffer for him that I love?  So wouldst Thou—­so wilt Thou! 300
So shall crown Thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown—­
And Thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down
One spot for the creature to stand in!  It is by no breath,
Turn of eye, wave of hand, that salvation joins issue with death! 
As Thy love is discovered almighty, almighty be proved
Thy power, that exists with and for it, of being Beloved! 
He who did most, shall bear most; the strongest shall stand the most weak,
’Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek
In the Godhead!  I seek and I find it, O Saul, it shall be
A Face like my face that receives thee:  a Man like to me, 310
Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever:  a Hand like this hand
Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee!  See the Christ stand!”

XIX

I know not too well how I found my way home in the night. 
There were witnesses, cohorts about me, to left and to right,
Angels, powers, the unuttered, unseen, the alive, the aware: 
I repressed, I got thro’ them as hardly, as stragglingly there,
As a runner beset by the populace famished for news—­
Life or death.  The whole earth was awakened, hell loosed with her crews;
And the stars of night beat with emotion, and tingled and shot
Out in fire the strong pain of pent knowledge:  but I fainted not, 320
For the Hand still impelled me at once and supported, suppressed
All the tumult, and quenched it with quiet, and holy behest,
Till the rapture was shut in itself, and the earth