I said, I will arise and work some thing, br Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow br A life around me, clear as yes from no, br That to my restless hand some rest may bring, br And give a vital power to Action's spring: br Thus, I must cease to be! I cried; when, lo! br An angel stood beside me on the snow, br With folded wings that came of pondering. br 'God's glory flashes on the silence here br Beneath the moon,' he cried, and upward threw br His glorious eyes that swept the utmost blue, br 'Ere yet his bounding brooks run forth with cheer br To bear his message to the hidden year br Who cometh up in haste to make his glory new.