Addressed to the Same ['Great Spirits']

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.