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Poems. Wilde, Lady, 1826–1896.
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MAN’S MISSION.

    I.

  • HUMAN lives are silent teaching,
  • Be they earnest, mild, and true—
  • Noble deeds are noblest preaching
  • From the consecrated Few.
  • Poet‐Priests their anthems singing,
  • Hero‐sword on corslet ringing,
  • When Truth’s banner is unfurled;
  • Youthful preachers, genius‐gifted,
  • Pouring forth their souls uplifted,
  • Till their preaching stirs the world;

    II.

  • Each must work as God has given
  • Hero hand or poet soul;
  • Work is duty while we live in
  • This weird world of sin and dole.
  • Gentle spirits, lowly kneeling,
  • Lift their white hands up appealing
  • To the Throne of Heaven’s King—
  • Stronger natures, culminating,
  • In great actions incarnating
  • What another can but sing.

    III.

  • Pure and meek‐eyed as an angel,
  • We must strive—must agonise;
  • We must preach the saints’ evangel
  • Ere we claim the saintly prize.
  • Work for all, for work is holy,
  • We fulfil our mission solely
  • When, like Heaven’s arch above,
  • Blend our souls in one emblazon,
  • And the social diapason
  • Sounds the perfect chord of love.
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    IV.

  • Life is combat, life is striving,
  • Such our destiny below;
  • Like a scythéd chariot driving
  • Through an onward pressing foe.
  • Deepest sorrow, scorn, and trial
  • Will but teach us self‐denial;
  • Like the alchymists of old,
  • Pass the ore through cleansing fire
  • If our spirits would aspire
  • To be God’s refinéd gold.

    V.

  • We are struggling in the morning
  • With the spirit of the night;
  • But we trample on it scorning—
  • Lo! the eastern sky is bright.
  • We must watch. The day is breaking;
  • Soon, like Memnon’s statue waking
  • With the sunrise into sound,
  • We shall raise our voice to Heaven,
  • Chant a hymn for conquest given,
  • Seize the palm, nor heed the wound.

    VI.

  • We must bend our thoughts to earnest,
  • Would we strike the idols down;
  • With a purpose of the sternest
  • Take the Cross, and wait the Crown.
  • Sufferings human life can hallow,
  • Sufferings lead to God’s Valhalla;
  • Meekly bear, but nobly try,
  • Like a man with soft tears flowing,
  • Like a God with conquest glowing
  • So to love, and work, and die!
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