Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sursum Corda

Seek not the spirit, if it hide
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Trembler, do not whine and chide:
Art thou not also real?
Stoop not then to poor excuse;
Turn on the accuser roundly; say,
'Here am I, here will I abide
Forever to myself soothfast;
Go thou, sweet Heaven, or at thy pleasure stay!'
Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast,
For only it can absolutely deal.

1. To Ellen at the South
2. Astraea
3. Woodnotes II
4. Monadnoc
5. The Park

Abram Ryan Sursum Corda ("Weary hearts! weary hearts! by the cares of life oppressed")

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