I have known one word hang starlike Looked at through a mist of tears; While a weary wanderer gathered Hope and heart on Life's dark way, By its faithful promise, shining Clearer day by day. I have known a spirit, calmer But a storm had swept across it, And its deepest depths were stirred, (Never, never more to slumber,) Only by a word. I have known a word more gentle In a listening heart it nestled, Not the beating of its prison Stirred it ever, night or day: Only with the heart's last throbbing Words are mighty, words are living: Serpents with their venomous stings, Or bright angels, crowding round us, With heaven's light upon their wings: Every word has its own spirit, True or false, that never dies; Every word man's lips have uttered Echoes in God's skies. A LOVE TOKEN. O you grieve no costly offering Queens have stooped to take. Take a Heart of virgin silver, Fashion it with heavy blows, Cast it then in Love's hot furnace When it fiercest glows. With Pain's sharpest point transfix it, Set within it Hope's blue sapphire, Mixed with pearly tears. And when you have wrought and laboured Till the gift is all complete, You may humbly lay your offering At the Lady's feet. Should her mood perchance be gracious— With disdainful smiling pride, She will place it with the trinkets A TRYST WITH DEATH. AM footsore and very weary, But I travel to meet a Friend: He is travelling fast like the whirlwind, We are drawing nearer, nearer, Through the heat of many summers, Through many a springtime rain, Through long autumns and weary winters, I have hoped to meet him, in vain. I know that he will not fail me, Every throb of my own heart's beating, On the day of my birth he plighted I have seen him in dreams so often, I have toiled through the sunny woodland, I will not fear at his coming, Although I must meet him alone; He will look in my eyes so gently, And take my hand in his own. Like a dream all my toil will vanish, When I lay my head on his breast ; But the journey is very weary, And he only can give me rest! |