I usually prefer writing a few lines myself on every post I reblog but this time, I have nothing of my own to say. And therefore, here are the remaining two stanzas of the poem:
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
As a side note, can you tell me if the correct word to use would be ‘verse’, ‘stanza’ or ‘strophe’?