O love Divine, that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
On Thee we cast each earth-born care,
We smile at pain while Thou art near!
Though long the weary we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near!
When drooping...
I am Thy grass, O Lord!
I grow up sweet and tall
But for a day, beneath Thy sword
To lie at evenfall.
Yet have I not enough
In that brief day of mine?
The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff
The sun pours out like wine.
Behold, this is my crown,—
Love will not let me be;
Love holds me here; Love cuts...
From “In Memoriam,” LIII.
O YET we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;
That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;
That...
Trust adjust her "Peradventure" —
Phantoms entered "and not you."
Trust in the Unexpected —
By this — was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold —
As One had testified —
Through this — the old Philosopher —
His Talismanic Stone
Discerned — still withholden
To effort undivine —
'Twas this — allured Columbus —
When Genoa...
