Dust-Sealed.

I know not wherefore, but mine eyes         See bloom, where other eyes see blight.     They find a rainbow, a sunrise,         Where others but discern deep night.     Men call me an enthusiast,         And say I look through gilded haze:     Because where'er my gaze is cast,         I see some thing that calls for praise.     I say, "Behold those lovely eyes -         That tinted cheek of flower-like grace."     They answer in amused surprise:         "We thought it such a common face."     I say, "Was ever scene more fair?         I seem to walk in Eden's bowers."     They answer with a pitying air,         "The weeds are choking out the flowers."     I know not wherefore, but God lent         A deeper vision to my sight.     On whatsoe'er my gaze is bent         I catch the beauty Infinite;     That underlying, hidden half         That all things hold of Deity.     So let the dull crowd sneer and laugh -         Their eyes are blind, they cannot see.