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Alfred
Domett

AN INVITATION

Well! if Truth be all welcomed with hardy reliance,All the lovely unfoldings of luminous Science, All that Logic can prove or disprove be avowed:ls there room for no faith—though such Evil intrude—In the dominance still of a Spirit of Good?Is there room for no hope—such a handbreadth we scan—In the permanence yet of the Spirit of Man?— May we bless the far secker, nor blame the fine dreamer?  Leave Reason her radiance—Doubt her due cloud;   Nor their Rainbows enshroud?—
From our Life of realities—hard—shallow-hearted,Has Romance—has all glory idyllic departed— From the workaday World all the wonderment flown?Well, but what if there gleamed, in an Age cold as this,The divinest of Poets’ ideal of bliss?Yea, an Eden could lurk in this Empire of ours,With the loneliest love in the loveliest bowers?—

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