Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
    He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
    Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing;
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,      
    The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:
    And lo!—whose steadfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael’s whispering.
And other spirits there are standing apart
    Upon the forehead of the age to come;        
These, these will give the world another heart
    And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum
Of mighty workings? —
    Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.


  Amani Dorn