Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
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Left to pursue at will its fancies wild,
Returns at length, like some play-wearied child,
Unto its labor’s knee, and leaves behind
Its little games, and learns to soothe its blind
Wide longings in the sweet tranquillity
Of limited tasks, whose mild successions wind
In pauseless waves unto the distant sea;
For blank infinity is cold as ice,
And drear the void of space unsown with stars,
And dolorous the barren line of shore;
Therefore it was with lover-like device
This lower world was built, through whose cleft bars
The limitless sun of Truth shines more and more.