"Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought"

"Come, brother, turn with me from pining thought"

Come, Brother, turn with me from pining thought
And all the inward ills that sin has wrought;
Come, send abroad a love for all who live,
And feel the deep content in turn they give.
Kind wishes and good deeds, — they make not poor;
They'll home again, full laden, to thy door;
The streams of love flow back where they begin,
For springs of outward joys lie deep within.

Even let them flow, and make the places glad
Where dwell thy fellow-men. Shouldst thou be sad,
And earth seem bare, and hours, once happy, press
Upon thy thoughts, and make thy loneliness
More lonely for the past, thou then shalt hear
The music of those waters running near;
And thy faint spirit drink the cooling stream,
And thine eye gladden with the playing beam
That now upon the water dances, now
Leaps up and dances in the hanging bough.

Is it not lovely? Tell me, where doth dwell
The power that wrought so beautiful a spell?
In thine own bosom, Brother? Then as thine
Guard with a reverent fear this power divine.

And if, indeed, 't is not the outward state,
But temper of the soul by which we rate
Sadness or joy, even let thy bosom move
With noble thoughts and wake thee into love,
And let each feeling in thy breast be given
An honest aim, which, sanctified by Heaven,
And springing into act, new life imparts,
Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts.

Sin clouds the mind's clear vision,
Around the self-starved soul has spread a dearth.
The earth is full of life; the living Hand
Touched it with life; and all its forms expand
With principles of being made to suit
Man's varied powers and raise him from the brute.
And shall the earth of higher ends be full, —
Earth which thou tread'st, — and thy poor mind be dull?
Thou talk of life, with half thy soul asleep?
Thou " living dead man, " let thy spirit leap
Forth to the day, and let the fresh air blow
Through thy soul's shut-up mansion. Wouldst thou know
Something of what is life, shake off this death;
Have thy soul feel the universal breath
With which all nature's quick, and learn to be
Sharer in all that thou dost touch or see;
Break from thy body's grasp, thy spirit's trance;
Give thy soul air, thy faculties expanse;
Love, joy, even sorrow, — yield thyself to all!
They make thy freedom, groveller, not thy thrall.
Knock off the shackles which thy spirit bind
To dust and sense, and set at large the mind!
Then move in sympathy with God's great whole,
And be like man at first, A LIVING SOUL.

Debased by sin, and used to things of sense
How shall man's spirit rise and travel hence,
Where lie the soul's pure regions; without bounds - 
Where mind's at large - where passion ne'er confounds
Clear thoughts - where thought is sight - the far brings nigh 
Calls up the deep, and, now, calls down the high.

Cast off thy slough! Send thy low spirit forth
Up to the Infinite; then know thy worth.
With Infinite, be infinite; with Love, be love;
Angel, midst Angel: nearer the great CAUSE,
Through his redeeming power, now read his laws - 
Not with thy earthly mind, that half detects
Something of outward things by slow effects;
Viewing creative causes, learn to know
The hidden springs; nor guess, as here below,
Laws, purposes, relations, sympathies - 
In errors vain. - Clear Truth's in yonder skies.

Creature all grandeur, son of truth and lights,
Up from the dust! the last, great day is bright - 
Bright on the holy mountain, round the throne,
Bright where in borrowed light the far stars shone.
Look down! the depths are bright! and hear them cry,
'Light! light!' - Look up! 'tis rushing down from high!
Regions on regions - far away they shine:
'Tis light ineffable, 'tis light divine!
'Immortal light, and life for evermore!'
Of through the deeps is heard from shore to shore
Of rolling worlds - 'Man, wake thee from the sod -
Wake thee from death - awake! - and live with God!'

Richard Henry Dana

3:33, p. 4

1839.11.09