O FOR the mighty wakening that aroused   The old-time Prophets to their missions high;   And to blind Homer's inward sunlike eye Show'd the heart's universe where he caroused Radiantly; the Fishers poor unhoused,   And sent them forth to preach divinity;   And made our Milton his great dark defy, To the light of one immortal theme espoused! But half asleep are those now most awake;   And save calm-thoughted Wordsworth, we have none Who for eternity put time at stake,   And hold a constant course as doth the sun: We yield but drops that no deep thirstings slake;   And feebly cease ere we have well begun.