LXXII + 

Warnings + 

When Heaven sends sorrow, + 

Warnings go first, + 

Lest it should burst + 

With stunning might + 

On souls too bright + 

To fear the morrow. + 

Can science bear us + 

To the hid springs + 

Of human things? + 

Why may not dream, + 

Or thought’s day-gleam, + 

Startle, yet cheer us? + 

Are such thoughts fetters, + 

While Faith disowns + 

Dread of earth’s tones, + 

Reeks but Heaven’s call, + 

And on the wall + 

Reads but Heaven’s letters? + 