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Took at their rim the light and poured it forth, And let the gentle trailing of their shade Cross the far snow. And where the shadows left The snow, it beamed as with the smile that lights The grateful face of one receiving joy. And Runimont contemplating the scene — Not from the hostel far — upon a rock Was seated. Further strolling on his friends Had wandered. He, his brush in hand, essayed TJie Problem of Despair. 91 To limn some thought of that whereon he gazed, And shadow out impression of... the form And hue and light. But vain had seemed attempt. His feeble brush was drag unto the wheel Of his impetuous thought. At length annoyed, He laid it down. The mountain tops had signed Unto the wandering clouds to clothe their snow "With stoles that here and there hung heavy o'er. And heavier o'er the heaven the cloud-groups hung His thought, set free from stroke of hand and brush, Made of the mountain height and cloud her path To other height and other cloud and steep. ' The hold of Truth, oh Christ, in massive clouds Lies like an Alp embanked, and on its peak Men's thoughts borne rolling through long centuries By aspiration's storm or wail of woe Themselves have flung, but its stern strength stands up Impenetrate, and keeps them drawn around And wreathed in its attraction close ; and they.
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