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I have loved," she said,

"Man is weak, God is dread;

Yet the weakest man dies with his spirit at

ease,

Having poured such love-oil on the Saviour's feet, As I lavished for these."

IX.

Go, I cried, thou hast chosen the Human, and left the Divine!

Then, at least, have the Human shared with thee, their wild berry-wine?

Have they loved back thy love, and when strangers approached thee with blame,

Have they covered thy fault with their kisses, and loved thee the same?

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Will sweep in the wrath of His judgment seas, If He deal with me sinning, but only the same And not gentler than these!"

A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA.

I.

THE ship went on with solemn face :
To meet the darkness on the deep,
The solemn ship went onward.

I bowed down weary in the place;
For parting tears and present sleep

Had weighed mine eyelids downward.

II.

Thick sleep, which shut all dreams from me,
And kept my inner self apart,

And quiet from emotion,

Then brake away and left me free,
Made conscious of a human heart

Betwixt the heaven and ocean.

III.

The new sight, the new wondrous sight!
The waters round me, turbulent,
The skies, impassive o'er me,

Calm in a moonless, sunless light,
As glorified by even the intent
Of holding the day-glory!

IV.

Two pale thin clouds did stand upon
The meeting line of sea and sky,
With aspect still and mystic.

I think they did foresee the sun,
And rested on their prophecy
In quietude majestic;

V.

Then flushed to radiance where they stood,
Like statues by the open tomb

Of shining saints half risen.—
The sun !—he came up to be viewed;
And sky and sea made mighty room
To inaugurate the vision!

VI.

I oft had seen the dawnlight run,

As red wine, through the hills, and break
Through many a mist's inurning;

But, here, no earth profaned the sun!
Heaven, ocean, did alone partake
The sacrament of morning.

VII,

Away with joys fantastical!

I would be humble to my worth, Self-guarded if self-doubted. Though here no earthly shadows fall, I, joying, grieving without earth, May desecrate without it.

VIII.

God's sabbath morning sweeps the waves: I would not praise the pageant high, And miss the dedicature:

I, drawn down toward the sunless graves By force of natural things,—should I Exult in only nature?

IX.

I could not bear to sit alone

In nature's fixed benignities,

While my warm pulse was moving. Too dark thou art, O glittering sun, Too strait ye are, capacious seas, To satisfy the loving.

X.

It seems a better lot than so,

To sit with friends beneath the beech,
And call them dear and dearer;

Or follow children as they go

In pretty pairs, with softened speech
As the church-bells ring nearer.

XI.

Love me, sweet friends, this sabbath day.

The sea sings round me while

Afar the hymn unaltered,

ye

roll

And kneel, where once I knelt, to pray,

And bless me deeper in your soul,

Because your voice has faltered.

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XII.

And though this sabbath comes to me
Without the stolèd minister,

And chanting congregation,

God's spirit shall give comfort.

HE

Who brooded soft on waters drear,
Creator on creation.

XIII.

He shall assist me to look higher,

Where keep the saints, with harp and song,
An endless sabbath morning,

And, on that sea commixed with fire,
Oft drop their eyelids raised too long
To the full Godhead's burning.

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