All, with one varying voice, call to him, Come and subdue ; Still for their Conqueror call, and, but for the joy of being conquered (Rapture they will not forego), dare to resist and rebel; Still, when resisting and raging, in soft undervoice say unto him, Fear not, retire not, O man; hope evermore and believe. Go from the east to the west, as the sun and the stars direct thee, Go with the girdle of man, go and encompass the earth. Not for the gain of the gold; for the getting, the hoarding, the having, But for the joy of the deed; but for the Duty to do. Go with the spiritual life, the higher volition and action, With the great girdle of God, go and encompass the earth. Go; say not in thy heart, And what then were it accomplished, Were the wild impulse allayed, what were the use or the good! Go, when the instinct is stilled, and when the deed is accomplished, What thou hast done and shalt do, shall be declared to thee then. Go with the sun and the stars, and yet evermore in thy spirit Say to thyself: It is good : yet is there better than it. This that I see is not all, and this that I do is but little; Nevertheless it is good, though there is better than it. QUI LABORAT, ORAT 1862. O ONLY Source of all our light and life. Whom as our truth, our strength, we see and feel, But whom the hours of mortal moral strife Alone aright reveal! Mine inmost soul, before Thee inly brought, Thy presence owns ineffable, divine; Chastised each rebel self-encentered thought, My will adoreth Thine. With eye down-dropped, if then this earthly mind Speechless remain, or speechless e'en depart; Nor seek to see- -for what of earthly kind Can see Thee as Thou art? If well-assured 'tis but profanely bold In thought's abstractest forms to seem to see, It dare not dare the dread communion hold In ways unworthy Thee, O not unowned, thou shalt unnamed forgive, In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare; And if in work its life it seem to live, Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies, Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part, And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes In recognition start. O THOU whose image in the shrine To be to outer day displayed, O Thou that in our bosom's shrine thus the word," O Thou, in that mysterious shrine I will not prate of "thus" and "so," Unseen, secure in that high shrine Do only Thou in that dim shrine, "THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY" A mind for thoughts to pass into, Rules baffle instincts-instincts rules, O may we for assurance' sake, Or is it right, and will it do, Ah yet, when all is thought and said, Must still believe, for still we hope AH! YET CONSIDER IT AGAIN! "OLD things need not be therefore true," The souls of now two thousand years We! what do we see? each a space Alas! the great world goes its way, 1851. 1862. A voice he dares to listen to, say, Come To thy true home. Come home, come home! and where a home hath he [sea? Whose ship is driving o'er the driving Through clouds that mutter, and o'er waves that roar, [shore Say, shall we find, or shall we not, a That is, as is not ship or ocean foam, Indeed our home? 1852. 1862. GREEN fields of England! wheresoe'er Across this watery waste we fare, Your image at our hearts we bear, Green fields of England, everywhere. Sweet eyes in England, I must flee Past where the waves' last confines be, Ere your loved smile I cease to see, Sweet eyes in England, dear to me. Dear home in England, safe and fast COME back, come back! behold with straining mast And swelling sail, behold her steaming fast; With one new sun to see her voyage o'er. With morning light to touch her native shore. Come back! come back. Come back, come back! while westward laboring by, With sailless yards, a bare black hulk we fly. See how the gale we fight with sweeps her back, To our lost home, on our forsaken track. Come back, come back. Come back, come back! across the fly ing foam, We hear faint far-off voices call us home: Come back, ye seem to say; ye seek in vain; We went, we sought, and homeward turned again. Come back, come back. Come back, come back; and whither back or why? To fan quenched hopes, forsaken schemes to try; Walk the old fields; pace the familiar street; Dream with the idlers, with the bards compete. Come back, come back. Come back, come back; and whither and for what? To finger idly some old Gordian knot, Unskilled to sunder, and too weak to cleave, And with much toil attain to halfbelieve. Come back, come back. Come back, come back; yea back, indeed, do go Sighs panting thick, and tears that want to flow; Fond fluttering hopes upraise their useless wings, And wishes idly struggle in the strings; Come back, come back. Come back, come back, more eager than O STREAM descending to the sea, In garden plots the children play, O life descending into death, Strong purposes our mind possess, We toil and earn, we seek and learn, The lightning zigzags shoot across the sky (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie), And through the vale the rains go sweeping by ; Ah me, and when in shelter shall we be? Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie. Cold, dreary cold, the stormy winds feel they O'er foreign lands and foreign seas that stray (Home, Rose, and home, Provence and La Palie). |