Towards democracy

424 Towards Democracy

But still behind it all some deep remembrance, Some sure reliance, And sweet and secret knowledge in each other.

And then the Babe:

A tiny perfect sea-shell on the shore

By the waves gently laid (the awful waves !}—

By trembling hands received—a folded messageA babe yet slumbering, with a ripple on its face Remindful of the ocean

And two twined forms that overbend it, smiling,

And wonder to what land Love must have journeyed, Who brought this back—this word of sweetest meaning Two hives made one, and visible as one.

And- herein all Creation.