Excerpt from The Palace Beautiful, and Other Poems The Palace Beautiful. Lord Most Supreme, whose image is the man Of Reason, wedded to the vestal Truth, Teach me, beyond the mortal veil of youth, To trace Life's perfect compensating plan. Why burns the torch of morning on the hills, That catch the blazing roses of its gleams, When subtle darkness falls between the beams, And all the world with haunted shadow fills? Why blooms the dew-decoying rose of red, And sheds its fragrance in the laughing light; When weeping tempests, prison'd in a night, Are pent, to burst upon its modest head? Why scales of vernal armor clothe the tree, And hide the flutter of its singing heart, When Winter cometh, with his icy dart, To set th' imprison'd soul of Nature free? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.