A sick man wakes at his own mouth's wail; A piper's music out on the floor; And he who on that narrow bier In a silence piercing more than sound. III. Hearken, hearken! God speaketh to thy soul; Using the supreme voice which doth confound All life with consciousness of Deity, All senses into one; As the seer-saint of Patmos, loving John, The cloud-gate of the future, turned to see The memory of a solemn vow, Which pierceth the din of a festival To one in the midst,—and he letteth fall The cup, with a sudden trembling. IV. Hearken, hearken! God speaketh in thy soul; Saying, "O thou, that movest With feeble steps across this earth of Mine, To break beside the fount thy golden bowl, Look up to heaven, and see how like a scroll V. Hearken, hearken ! Shall we hear the lapsing river THE WEAKEST THING. WHICH is the weakest thing of all With darkness yonder? The cloud, a little wind can move Where'er it listeth? The wind, a little leaf above, Though sere, resisteth? II. What time that yellow leaf was green, My days were gladder; But now, whatever Spring may mean, I must grow sadder. Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring Then is mine heart the weakest thing III. Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined, And drop together, And at a blast which is not wind, The forests wither, Thou, from the darkening deathly curse, To glory breakest, — II. But since to him, when living, Thy Blessed, in thy sight. To mediate 'twixt the two,Into the sudden glory, Out of the dark he trod, The Christ's in its divine,- Oh, in the blessed psalm now, With kissing lips that cool To make the sweetness full. Look up, O mourning mother; Thy blind boy walks in light! Ye wait for one another, Before God's infinite! But thou art now the darkest, Thou mother left belowThou, the sole blind,-thou markest, Content that it be so ;Until ye two give meeting Where Heaven's pearl-gate is, And he shall lead thy feet in, As once thou leddest his. Wait on, thou mourning mother. A VALEDICTION. I. GOD be with thee, my beloved,-GOD be with thee! Else alone thou goest forth, Thy face unto the north,— Moor and pleasance, all around thee and beneath thee, Looking equal in one snow: While I who try to reach thee, Vainly follow, vainly follow, Alas! I can but teach thee— God be with thee, my beloved,-GOD be with thee! |