This world is very odd we see, Being common sense, it can't be sin The pleasure to take pleasure in ; These juicy meats, this flashing wine, They have a singular coherence. Oh yes, my pensive youth, abstain ; Trust me, I've read your German sage Whom God deludes is well deluded. 1849. 1869. Where are the great, whom thou would'st wish to praise thee? Where are the pure, whom thou would'st choose to love thee? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands would cheer, whose chiding raise thee? Seek, seeker, in thyself; submit to find When the enemy is near thee, In our hands we will upbear thee, Call when all good friends have left thee, Call, and following close behind thee There shall haste, and there shall find thee, Help, sure help. When the panic comes upon thee, Oh, and if thou dost not call, 1849. 1862. SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH SAY not the struggle nought availeth, The labor and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, [slowly, In front, the sun climbs slow, how But westward, look, the land is bright. 1849. 1862. Corruption that sad perfect work hath done, Which here she scarcely, lightly had begun : The foul engendered worm Feeds on the flesh of the life-giving Of our most Holy and Anointed One. He lies and moulders low; What if the women, ere the dawn was gray, Saw one or more great angels, as they say (Angels, or Him himself)? Yet neither there, nor then, Nor afterwards, nor elsewhere, nor at all. Hath He appeared to Peter or the Ten; Nor save in thunderous terror, to blind Saul; Save in an after Gospel and late Creed, He is not risen, indeed, Christ is not risen! Or, what if e'en, as runs a tale, the Ten Saw, heard, and touched, again and yet again? What if at Emmaüs' inn, and by Capernaum's Lake, Came One, the bread that brake Came One that spake as never mortal spake, And with them ate, and drank, and stood, and walked about? Ah?" some" did well to “doubt!" Ah! the true Christ, while these things came to pass, Nor heard, nor spake, nor walked, nor lived, alas! He was not risen, no He lay and mouldered low, Christ was not risen! As circulates in some great city crowd A rumor changeful, vague, importunate, and loud. From no determined centre or of fact So spread the wondrous fame; Lay senseless, mouldering, low: Christ was not risen ! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; [Him; Weep not beside the tomb, Ye women, unto whom He was great solace while ye tended Ye who with napkin o'er the head And folds of linen round each wounded limb Laid out the Sacred Dead; And thou that bar'st Him in thy wondering womb; Yea, Daughters of Jerusalem, depart, Bind up as best ye may your own sad bleeding heart: Go to your homes, your living children tend, Your earthly spouses love; Set your affections not on things above, Which moth and rust corrupt, which quickliest come to end : Or pray, if pray ye must, and pray, if Here, on our Easter Day We rise, we come, and lo! we find Him not, Gardener nor other, on the sacred spot: Where they have laid Him there is none to say; No sound, nor in, nor out-no word Of where to seek the dead or meet the living Lord. There is no glistering of an angel's wings, There is no voice of heavenly clear behest: Let us go hence, and think upon these things In silence, which is best. In the true creed He is yet risen indeed; Christ is yet risen. Weep not beside His Tomb, Ye women unto whom He was great comfort and yet greater grief; Nor ye, ye faithful few that wont with Him to roam, Seek sadly what for Him ye left, go hopeless to your home; Nor ye despair, ye sharers yet to be of their belief; Though He be dead, He is not dead, Not lost, though vanished; In the true creed He is yet risen indeed; Christ is yet risen. Sit if ye will, sit down upon the ground, Yet not to weep and wail, but calmly look around. Whate'er befell, Earth is not hell; Now, too, as when it first began, For all that breathe beneath the heaven's high cope, Joy with grief mixes, with despondence hope. Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief; Though dead, not dead; In the great gospel and true creed, Christ is yet risen. 1849. 1869. HOPE EVERMORE AND BELIEVE! HOPE evermore and believe, O man, for e'en as thy thought So are the things that thou see'st; e'en as thy hope and belief. Cowardly art thou and timid? they rise to provoke thee against them; Hast thou courage? enough, see them exulting to yield. Yea, the rough rock, the dull earth, the wild sea's furying waters (Violent say'st thou and hard, mighty thou think'st to destroy), All with ineffable longing are waiting their Invader, 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. ( 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 O THOU whose image in the shrine To be to outer day displayed, O Thou that in our bosom's shrine And thus I saw," and "that I heard."- 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, That scan the fact that round them lies, "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 |