Mary Ann Evans (Lewes) Cross ("GEORGE ELIOT ") "O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE" Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum. Cicero, ad Att., xii. 18. O MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirr'd to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues. So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, fail'd, and agoniz'd With widening retrospect that bred despair. Die in the large and charitable air. Laboriously tracing what must be, saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, To higher reverence more mix'd with love, That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gather'd like a scroll within the tomb Unread forever. This is life to come, Which martyr'd men have made more glorious |