27.12.2010, 12:09
ST. JOHN'S EAGLE.
He holds his course, he stoops not at command,
That stately-soaring Eagle of Saint John !
Though, all-agape, the learned critics stand
To lure him to their fancy-perch, upon
The lower rounds of time ; straight up he soars
From holy Zion ! bound by no Greek rules,
Nor held in leash by Alexandrian schools —
The mind of Christ, not Plato's, he explores ;
Sunward he hies. Ye sages, clear your ken,
See true for once, and register your sight ;
And in the note-books fretted by your pen,
While yet your eye-balls glow, the vision write :
And, when the unrighteous question stirs again.
Remember what you wrote as thoughtful men !
He holds his course, he stoops not at command,
That stately-soaring Eagle of Saint John !
Though, all-agape, the learned critics stand
To lure him to their fancy-perch, upon
The lower rounds of time ; straight up he soars
From holy Zion ! bound by no Greek rules,
Nor held in leash by Alexandrian schools —
The mind of Christ, not Plato's, he explores ;
Sunward he hies. Ye sages, clear your ken,
See true for once, and register your sight ;
And in the note-books fretted by your pen,
While yet your eye-balls glow, the vision write :
And, when the unrighteous question stirs again.
Remember what you wrote as thoughtful men !