Prejudice, which sees what it pleases, cannot see what is plain.
In holy music's golden speech Remotest notes to notes respond: Each octave is a world; yet each Vibrates to worlds beyond its own.
Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee.
The warrior for the True, the Right,
Fights in Love's name;
The love that lures thee from that fight
Lures thee to shame:
That love which lifts the heart, yet leaves
The spirit free,-
That love, or none, is fit for one
Man-shaped like thee.
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