By Robert Browning
This old publication can have a number of typos, lacking textual content, pictures, or index. dealers can obtain a loose scanned replica of the unique booklet (without typos) from the writer. 1898. now not illustrated. Excerpt: ... God, that created all issues, can renew! after which, notwithstanding after-life to delight me now should have no likeness to the earlier, what hinders gift from springing out of toil, as replaced As bursts the flower from earth and root and stalk? What use have been punishment, except a few sin Be first detected? permit me comprehend that first! No guy may possibly ever offend as i've got performed . , . 280 \_A voice from within.^ I listen a voice, per chance I heard in the past, yet all too low, in order that scarce a care it stirred If the voice have been genuine or no: I heard it in my adolescence whilst first The waters of my existence outburst: yet, now their circulation ebbs faint, I pay attention That voice, nonetheless low, yet fatal-clear -- as though all poets, God ever intended may still keep the area, and as a result lent 290 nice presents to, yet who, proud, refused To do his paintings, or calmly used these presents, or failed via susceptible activity, So, mourn do away with by way of him without end, -- as though those leaned in ethereal ring To take me; this the track they sing. "Lost, misplaced! but come, With our wan troop make thy domestic. Come, come! for we won't breathe, lots as breathe three hundred Reproach to thee, figuring out what thou sink'st underneath. So sank we in these outdated years, We who bid thee, come ! thou final Who, dwelling but, hast existence o'erpast. And altogether we, thy friends, Will pardon crave for thee, the final Whose trial :s performed, whose lot is solid With those that watch yet paintings not more, Who gaze on lifestyles yet stay not more. 310 but we depended on thou shouldst converse The message which our lips, too vulnerable, Refused to utter, -- shouldst redeem Our fault: such belief, and all a dream! but we selected thee a birthplace the place the richness ran to vegetation: Couldst no longer sing one music for grace? no longer make one blossom man's and ours? needs to another recreant to his race Die with unexerted powers, 320 And ...