If we cry the most exalted sentiments In an age of exultation, who shall mock? Those whose hearts are small, and spirits vanishing, Make black assaults with blackened tongues 5 Upon the crystal rock. No others have ever lent the least, Well-wishing weight to such a thing, begun In cloudy opposite to what our clearer thought has sung. And if our orphic band of titans may yet release The heavens unbelled from ruined man, then Peace! 10 All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well, Each man sighing out his sensual ghost like a bell!
From the collection "A Volcano Island"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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