The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment,
Before the present, poor and bare,
Can make its sneering comment.
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Longing is God’s fresh heavenward will
With our poor earthward striving;
We quench it that it may be still--
Content with merely living;
But, would we learn that heart’s full scope,
Which we are hourly wronging,
Our lives must climb from hope to hope,
And realize the longing.
--JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
(1882)
=Look, The Kind=--See FACE, AN INVITING.