There are poems in it, just as strong as _The Inn Album_, but with the ineffable spirit of imaginative emotion and thought clasped together in them, so that the strong is stronger, and the humanity deeper than in the pieces he thought, being deceived by the Understanding, were more strong than the poems of old.

In _Bifurcation_, in _St.Martin's Summer_, the diviner spirit breathes.

There is that other poem called _Forgiveness_ of which I have already spoken--one of his masterpieces.

_Cenciaja_, which may be classed with _Forgiveness_ as a study of the passion of hatred, is not so good as its comrade, but its hatred is shown in a mean character and for a meaner motive.

And the _Prologue_, in its rhythm and pleasure, its subtlety of thought, its depth of feeling, and its close union of both, recalls his earlier genius.
The first of the _Pisgah Sights_ is a jewel.