Great spirits now on earth are sojourning; br He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake, br Who on Helvellyn's summit, wide awake, br Catches his freshness from Archangel's wing: br He of the rose, the violet, the spring, br The social smile, the chain for Freedom's sake: br And lo!--whose stedfastness would never take br A meaner sound than Raphael’s whispering. br And other spirits there are standing apart br Upon the forehead of the age to come; br These, these will give the world another heart, br And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum br Of mighty workings?------- br Listen awhile ye nations, and be dumb.