THE CHOIR INVISIBLE.
"The Choir Invisible" (by George Eliot, 1819-80) is a fitting
exposition in poetry of this "Shakespeare of prose."
O, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
Of miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge men's minds
To vaster issues.
May I reach
That purest heaven,--be to other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love,
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty,
Be the sweet presence of good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense!
So shall I join the choir invisible,
Whose music is the gladness of the world.
GEORGE ELIOT.
THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US.
"The World Is Too Much With Us," by Wordsworth (1770-1850), is perhaps
the greatest sonnet ever written.
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