And spread in a thinnest scale afloat
One thick gold drop from the olive’s coat
Over a silver plate whose sheen
Still thro’ the mixture shall be seen. 590
For so I prove thee, to one and all,
        Fit, when my people ope their breast,
To see the sign, and hear the call,
        And take the vow, and stand the test
        Which adds one more child to the rest—­
When the breast is bare and the arms are wide,
And the world is left outside.

For there is probation to decree,
And many and long must the trials be
Thou shalt victoriously endure, 600
If that brow is true and those eyes are sure;
Like a jewel-finder’s fierce assay
        Of the prize he dug from its mountain tomb—­
Let once the vindicating ray
        Leap out amid the anxious gloom,
And steel and fire have done their part
And the prize falls on its finder’s heart;
So, trial after trial past,
Wilt thou fall at the very last
Breathless, half in trance 610
With the thrill of the great deliverance,
        Into our arms for evermore;
And thou shalt know, those arms once curled
        About thee, what we knew before,
How love is the only good in the world. 
Henceforth be loved as heart can love,
Or brain devise, or hand approve! 
Stand up, look below,
It is our life at thy feet we throw
To step with into light and joy; 620
Not a power of life but we employ
To satisfy thy nature’s want;
Art thou the tree that props the plant,
Or the climbing plant that seeks the tree—­
Canst thou help us, must we help thee? 
If any two creatures grew into one,
They would do more than the world has done: 
Though each apart were never so weak,
Ye vainly through the world should seek
For the knowledge and the might 630
Which in such union grew their right: 
So, to approach at least that end,
And blend,—­as much as may be, blend
Thee with us or us with thee—­
As climbing plant or propping tree,
Shall some one deck thee, over and down,
        Up and about, with blossoms and leaves? 
Fix his heart’s fruit for thy garland-crown,
        Cling with his soul as the gourd-vine cleaves,
Die on thy boughs and disappear 640
While not a leaf of thine is sere? 
Or is the other fate in store,
And art thou fitted to adore,
To give thy wondrous self away,
And take a stronger nature’s sway? 
I foresee and could foretell
Thy future portion, sure and well: 
But those passionate eyes speak true, speak true,
Let them say what thou shalt do! 
Only be sure thy daily life, 650
In its peace or in its strife,
Never shall be unobserved;
        We pursue thy whole career,