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Dover Cliffs

by William Lisle Bowles

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Drawing the boundary…

Worship

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Dover Cliffs

by William Lisle Bowles

On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood 
Uprear their shadowing heads, and at their feet 
Hear not the surge that has for ages beat, 
How many a lonely wanderer has stood! 
And, whilst the lifted murmur met his ear, 
And o'er the distant billows the still eve 
Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave 
To-morrow; of the friends he loved most dear; 
Of social scenes, from which he wept to part! 
Oh! if, like me, he knew how fruitless all 
The thoughts that would full fain the past recall, 
Soon would he quell the risings of his heart, 
And brave the wild winds and unhearing tide— 
The World his country, and his God his guide. 

Worship

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows:
He to captivity was sold,
But him no prison-bars would hold:
Though they sealed him in a rock,
Mountain chains he can unlock:
Thrown to lions for their meat,
The crouching lion kissed his feet;
Bound to the stake, no flames appalled,
But arched o'er him an honoring vault.
This is he men miscall Fate,
Threading dark ways, arriving late,
But ever coming in time to crown
The truth, and hurl wrong-doers down.
He is the oldest, and best known,
More near than aught thou call'st thy own,
Yet, greeted in another's eyes,
Disconcerts with glad surprise.
This is Jove, who, deaf to prayers,
Floods with blessings unawares.
Draw, if thou canst, the mystic line
Severing rightly his from thine,
Which is human, which divine.

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