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 THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE. 
 
The TRIUMPH of LIFE. 
 
 Mystical Poem. 
 
 BY 
 
 ELLA DIETZ, £ Ov, 
 
 AUTHOR OF— "THE TRIUMPH OF LO\E" : "THE TRIUMPH OF TIME.- 
 
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DEDICATION. 
 
 
" The day is short and the work is great but the 
 labourers are idle, though the reward be great and the 
 Master of the work presses. It is not incumbent upon 
 thee to complete the work ; but thou must not therefore 
 cease from it." — The Talmud. 
 
 " With stammering lips and another tongue will he 
 speak to this people." — Isaiah xxviii. n. 
 
Part I. 
 
 THE CROSS 
 
"The Altar is the Cross. The souls under the Altar are the 
 souls under the Cross or these that are crucified with Jesus ; 
 these having passed the mystic death in the fourth central number 
 where light is generated from the Cross, begin to arise in the 
 next holy number, till at length they attain the Sabbath of their 
 rest in the seventh, in which the Divine Spirit is fully manifested 
 and the soul fully perfected." 
 
 " The process of mystical death consists in a sevenfold purifi- 
 cation and refining according to the number and order of the 
 seals." 
 
 " The new generation of the soul is a passing out of darkness 
 into light through the power of the Lamb raising up himself 
 therein and redeeming it from the wrathful source of nature in 
 its dark and fiery principles." 
 
 "This internal resurrection and redemption brings the spirit 
 of the soul through all the seals of nature, into the very 
 substantiality of Christ's universal body, the principle and centre 
 of light eternal, where Wisdom reigns in the wonders of God." 
 
 " The regenerated spirit draws after it the soul, and that also 
 draws the body without which it cannot be perfected, and so 
 the soul is clothed upon with the heavenly body of the inward 
 Christ." 
 
 "This inward Christ, or Christ formed within, is the new creature 
 and is one with Jesus Christ, sitting in the heavenly places, at 
 the right hand of the Father, being spirit of His spirit and flesh 
 of His flesh." 
 
 " Thus the saints are one body in Him and He is this body in 
 God : they enter into His humanity and He becomes man in them. 
 
 " By this new generation or New Birth of spirit, soul and body 
 is the new man perfected in Christ, and reigns with Christ in 
 the new garment of his body completely put on by virtue of 
 the seventh seal broken up in the Lamb's nature." 
 
 " The process of the mystic resurrection, and the first 
 resurrection (which follows immediately hereupon) and the mani- 
 festation of it is to be looked for under the mystery of the seven 
 thunders." 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, thou didst not miss me long ; 
 Has the last echo died of that low song 
 I sang for thee ere while ? Hast thou no fear 
 Of a day that must come soon when on the bier 
 I shall lie cold, my heart as calm as thine? 
 Then wilt thou weep ? Behold ! I shall be strong 
 Then may'st thou sigh, yet wake no sigh of mine, 
 On my white cheek there then will shine no tear 
 Unless from thy sad eyes some tear-drops fall ; 
 Weep on, sob on, it will not me appal ; 
 Soon shall the death-smile on my face appear, 
 And then thy grief can vex me not at all. 
 
THE CBOSS 
 
 II. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, the sun shines bright and clear, 
 But then I shall not know, I shall not care ; 
 
 Wilt thou bring flowers, pale flowers, and lay them near 
 My face, which death shall make so white and fair ? 
 
 A pale, pale bride that will not speak nor stir ? 
 
 Though roses red and white be strewn for her ; 
 She seems to sleep, and sleeping dream of peace, 
 Then wake her not lest her sweet dream should cease ; 
 
 Let the frail flowers in silence minister. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, she with the flowers must hide ; 
 
 Far out of sight, among dark hidden things 
 Where rootlets creep and grow, she must abide 
 
 Till from her fading form new vigor springs. 
 So green the grass above the crumbling mould ; 
 A few white lilies in the pale hands fold, 
 
 The hands that shall again the lilies bring. 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, so soon to say farewell 
 
 To the sad lips that answer not again ; 
 Does she not hear ? Alas ! she cannot tell, 
 
 She will not speak to us of joy or pain, 
 She will not speak, she will not breathe or sigh 
 We call in vain, the dead make no reply : 
 
 They feel no sun, they feel no falling rain. 
 We stand and weep by them a little while, 
 
 Then in the cold dark earth we la}^ away 
 The face that cannot weep but only smile, 
 
 Waiting the coming of perpetual day. 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, when Death doth walk so near, 
 
 Why should we grieve so much ? why should we 
 chide ? 
 
 Laid in the grave, equals we shall appear — 
 
 The strong and weak alike in earth must hide — 
 
 When from thy heart a slender lily grows, 
 
 Then from my breast shall spring a fadeless rose, 
 And sweetly they will bloom there side by side, 
 
 Shedding their fragrance on the summer air ; 
 
 Perchance some child will watch them growing there, 
 While we, unconsciously, in sleep repose. 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, the night is now far spent, 
 The rays of the new morning swift advance, 
 
 And we must fold the curtains of our tent 
 
 To travel onward armed with spear and lance ; 
 
 We know not when our journey shall be done, 
 
 But we must travel onward, every one — 
 
 The pageant moves like slow majestic dance. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, one common fate for all — 
 
 Smiles, tears and joys, and then a bier and shroud 
 
 Whatever chance, this surely shall befall, 
 We must pass out of sight beyond the cloud. 
 
 Then since our destiny doth make us one. 
 
 Let us forgive the ills that each hath done ; 
 Before the face of unrelenting Death 
 Let us use well our little grant of breath, 
 
 Till each shall go where none can him recall. 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, our life doth pass so soon — 
 The morning past, comes on the sultry noon, 
 And then the shades of evening settle down. 
 Ah ! chide me not, I cannot bear thy frown, 
 Knowing the day of parting must soon come : 
 The " passing bell " shall toll one spirit home, 
 And then the peace of death our love shall crown. 
 Death that wipes out all stains and scars, shall make 
 The soul at peace, e'en though the torn heart ache ; 
 There is a majesty in that last sleep 
 That bids us honour it, e'en while we weep 
 Above the face that never more shall wake, 
 Until the everlasting morning break. 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, we all must enter in 
 
 The self-same door ; the living do but wait 
 To follow thee ; thy life doth now begin ; 
 
 O, thou who now hast passed within the gate, 
 The quick stand sobbing round the helpless clay 
 That must so soon in earth be laid away, 
 
 Yet they themselves do wait to meet that fate, 
 Whil'st thou perchance art tasting perfect day, 
 
 With angels that thy coming celebrate, 
 Rejoiced to bear thee from the realm of sin. 
 
THE CROSS. 
 
 X. 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, we do but battle here, 
 Waging long war against satanic power, 
 
 And every inch we gain doth cost us dear, 
 
 While life keeps ebbing from us hour by hour. 
 
 Oh ! when at last upon the ground I'm laid, 
 
 Count not the wounds that sin in me hath made, 
 But only look to find the Holy Cross — 
 Christ gave it me, I shall not suffer loss, 
 
 Nor shall the hour of death make me afraid, 
 If I may hold that fast — his precious dower. 
 
THE CROSS. 13 
 
 XL 
 
 Ah ! well-a-day, that Cross was made for me — 
 Symbol so strong, its weight I scarce can bear 
 
 And it was carved from out the very tree 
 
 Whereon my Lord was nailed ; yet do I dare 
 
 To place it on my lips and on my breast ; 
 
 O Saviour in thy Cross can I find rest ? 
 Yea, rest, eternal Lord for thou art there ; 
 
 That Cross was made and carved by mine own sin, 
 
 And yet I find my Saviour's face therein ; 
 
 From out my blackened darkness shines His face, 
 And risen glory lightens death's own place. 
 
1 4 THE CROSS 
 
 XII. 
 
 gladsome day ! the resurrection morn ; 
 
 From Mother Death, O Christ ! thou art firstborn- 
 Firstborn of Mary, blessed fruit of womb — 
 Firstborn of Mara, bursting from the tomb. 
 Hast thou not come to call my spirit forth, 
 From shades of night to give me risen birth ? 
 Though I be dead, by sin's destruction slain, 
 Breathe on me, Lord, and I shall live again ; 
 Say but " arise," and, Saviour, in thy might, 
 
 1 shall go forth clothed with the Son's own light. 
 
THE CROSS. 15 
 
 XIII. 
 
 glorious day ! when risen flesh shall be 
 Re-moulded in thine image like to thee ; 
 When sons of God thy glory manifest, 
 When eyes can see and read the vision blest 
 Of Thee, O Lord, in likeness as thou art, 
 
 1 shall be satisfied with every part 
 When I awake perfected by thine eye 
 
 Which heart and reins doth search, and searching try, 
 
 I shall be satisfied ; do thou create 
 
 The creature new in me — new Adam's mate. 
 
 I kiss the Cross whereon my Saviour died ; 
 
 I kiss the Cross where God was justified ; 
 
 Though man's most hideous act hath nailed him there, 
 
 His love hath made that place of darkness fair, 
 
 His love hath made Golgotha's gloom to shine, 
 
 The barren tomb brings forth the man Divine. 
 
1 6 
 
 SUB SILENTIO. 
 
 I. 
 
 Good-bye, my silent one, 
 
 Thy silence speaks for thee 
 More than earth's loudest tone, 
 More than the groaning sea ; 
 Thy stilly silence reaches from afar, 
 Piercing my soul like beams from northern star. 
 
 Good-bye to lips grown still, 
 
 Good-bye to saddened eyes, 
 Good-bye to the stern will 
 Stifling the deep heart-cries ; 
 Thy silence teaches me the better part, 
 Thy silence reaches me where'er thou art. 
 
SUB SILENTIO. 17 
 
 When in the pale midnight 
 
 The moon shines calm and cold, 
 When with her mantle white, 
 Winter the earth doth fold ; 
 Viewing the frozen scene I feel thee near - 
 Visions of spring upon the hills appear. 
 
 Fetter thy spirit free, 
 Clasp it in chains, 
 Yet would it speak to me 
 Through frost and rains, 
 Through fire and flood, through seas, through 
 
 desert sand, 
 Thy spirit seeks my heart — its native land. 
 
 Nowhere beneath the skies 
 
 Can it repose, 
 Save sunk within mine eyes, 
 Under the rose — 
 A sacred flower that guards where true love sleeps, 
 And ever vigil for the faithful keeps. 
 
SUB SILENTIO. 
 
 'Biding our time, we wait, 
 
 Sundered, yet one, 
 Futures shall compensate, 
 God's Will be done ; 
 The path of duty we are strong to tread, 
 There shall we find from Him our daily bread. 
 
 Father, watch over us, 
 
 Guard us from sin, 
 Keep us and cover us, 
 Close us within ; 
 Upon the floods thy doves can find no rest, 
 Open the ark and hide us in thy breast. 
 
THE CHERUBIM. 
 
 EZEKIEL I. X. 
 
 Out of the whirlwind from the north, 
 
 Out of the amber fire, 
 O Cherubim, shine forth, shine forth, 
 
 Moving with one desire. 
 
 Under the deep blue sapphire stone, 
 
 Under the crystal sea, 
 Under the Man upon the Throne 
 
 Shine forth with will set free. 
 
 Eight wings are lifted up on high, 
 
 Kissing in close embrace ; 
 Eight wings do cover as they fly — 
 
 Cherub with fourfold face. 
 
THE CHERUBIM. 
 
 Angel and man and beast and bird, 
 With powers of instant flight, 
 
 They moved, the noise of wings I heard, 
 And saw the flash of light. 
 
 Under the firmament they stood, 
 Their wings were folded down ; 
 
 On each side two, on each side two ; 
 Above, a fiery crown. 
 
 They moved, they went, I heard the sound 
 
 Of many waters rush ; 
 The Voice whose richest tones abound 
 
 Where living fountains gush. 
 
 The voice, as of a multitude ; 
 
 The noise as of a host ; 
 They went as by one power imbued, 
 
 Moved by the Holy Ghost. 
 
THE CHERUBIM. s 
 
 The cloud of glory round them shone. 
 
 Encircled by the bow ; 
 The Voice spake now, as from the Throne, 
 
 The Spirit made them go. 
 
 The Spirit went, the creature went, 
 
 The fourfold power o'ercame, 
 Lifting from earth in high ascent. 
 
 Receivers of the Name. 
 
 O fourfold power ! O fourfold life ! 
 
 Long, long have ye withstood 
 The balance that could heal your strife, 
 
 The unity of good. 
 
 O fourfold life ! O fourfold power ! 
 
 Under the firmament 
 The whirlwind and the fiery hour 
 
 Know when your spirits blent. 
 
THE CHERUBIM. 
 
 Under the shining sapphire stone, 
 
 Under the crystal sea, 
 Under the Man upon the Throne, 
 
 Shine forth with will set free. 
 
23 
 
 PURIFICATION. 
 
 I do not ask to stand within thy sight, 
 
 O my beloved, as I once have stood, 
 
 Holding thy love — crown of my womanhood, 
 And clothed with woven wonders of delight ; 
 I would not wield my sceptre, if I might, 
 
 Commanding thee to see only my good ; 
 
 Nor feed thee now with that supernal food 
 Grown where celestial day absorbs the night ; 
 Nay, now my soul must dwell in valleys low 
 
 Till purging fires do cleanse away its stains, 
 While ceaseless tears, that like sad rivers flow, 
 
 Bring penitence and its strong healing pains ; 
 My darkest sin I there shall learn to know, 
 
 And from what pit my soul its heaven regains. 
 
2 4 
 
 PALM SUNDAY. 
 
 I. 
 
 Thy spirit keeps its tryst with mine, 
 Thy heart doth call me home, 
 
 Thy love doth comfort me like wine, 
 Oh ! gladly will I come ; 
 
 My soul like the swift hind doth flee, 
 
 Climbing its heights to dwell with thee. 
 
 Thine eyes do glow with heavenly light 
 
 Fairer than moon or star, 
 Tlry goodly countenance made bright 
 
 With beauty nought can mar, 
 The holy rapture of thy face 
 Portrays thy soul's immortal grace. 
 
PALM SUNDAY. 25 
 
 My head is laid upon thy breast, 
 
 And woes of parting fade ; 
 With peace of God and holy rest, 
 
 Our anguish is repaid ; 
 Our struggling hearts we did uplift 
 To Him, and now He gives His gift. 
 
 We find our home builded on high ; 
 
 Cleansed by the fires of love, 
 We reach the City in the sky — 
 
 Jerusalem above — 
 Our Mother, whose illumined law 
 Has purged away each stain and flaw. 
 
 We pass within the pearly gates, 
 
 We walk the golden streets ; 
 The world and its contrary fates 
 
 And sorrows now retreats ; 
 Its strife and discord fade away 
 In visions of eternal day. 
 
26 PALM SUNDAY. 
 
 Together, 'neath the living Tree, 
 We pluck the sacred fruit ; 
 
 Eternal now our life shall be, 
 Grown from one holy root ; 
 
 In Him we move and breathe and live, 
 
 To Him our aspirations give. 
 
 With one desire we move to Him — 
 
 The Author of our joy — 
 Our brightness now shall never dim, 
 
 Our gold know no alloy, 
 Nor death nor hell can work us harm 
 Beneath the everlasting arm. 
 
 He died for us, in Him we die ; 
 
 He lives and is our life ; 
 He has ascended up on high — 
 
 The conqueror of all strife ; 
 The everlasting Prince of Peace, 
 Whose coming makes all wars to cease. 
 
PALM SUNDAY. 27 
 
 Two holy hearts begin His reign, 
 Two hearts, where love doth dwell, 
 
 Exalted beyond earthly pain, 
 Redeemed from death and hell ; 
 
 In stainless hearts He finds His home, — 
 
 Immarmel ! Thy kingdom come ! 
 
 PALM SUNDAY. 
 
 II. 
 
 There's not a cloud in the sky, 
 
 Mild is the balmy air ; 
 Thy spirit draweth nigh, 
 
 Borne on the wings of prayer ; 
 The sky above, like a sapphire stone 
 Shines blue, deep blue, as the shining Throne 
 And the day is calm and still, 
 Calm as my heart and will. 
 
28 PALM SUNDAY. 
 
 The Church's door I enter 
 And gaze at the Church's centre — 
 The Altar, pure and white, 
 Where gleams the warm sunlight 
 Filtered through crimson and purple panes,- 
 The steps are bright with its rainbow stains : 
 And behind the great palm branches green 
 Spread, and the Cross of Calvary screen — 
 The Cross now hidden there, 
 That soon will shine so bare. 
 I kneel, and the first far-distant notes 
 Of the choir are heard, and the music floats 
 Adown the aisles, and Paradise 
 Seems near, so near ; O heart, arise ! 
 Thy Lord and Saviour draweth nigh, 
 Fling down thy palms before His feet ; 
 
PALM SUNDAY. ig 
 
 Lo ! the desire of every eye 
 
 Doth come ; rise, make His pathway sweet, 
 With garments the rough way cover, 
 Spread the fig trees' branches over, 
 And the willows of the brook ; 
 Judah's prevailing Lion 
 Is coming unto Zion, 
 Meekly upon the ass, 
 Down the steep mountain pass, 
 
 And gentle is His look ; 
 Hosanna ! shout Hosanna ! 
 
 And down the branches fling, 
 Hosanna to the Highest ! 
 Oh welcome, David's King ! 
 We kneel together there, 
 
 Thy spirit close to mine, 
 And from my heart escapes a prayer — 
 " Union in the Divine " ; 
 
30 PALM SUNDAY. 
 
 May God's own body heal us twain. 
 And make us one in Him again ; 
 
 O mystic bread and wine 
 
 That art to us the sign 
 Of perfect union in the Lord ; 
 The Bride by her dear Spouse adored, 
 
 Now cleansed by His pure blood, 
 
 Strengthened by that sweet food, 
 Feels, with ecstatic thrill, 
 His Will absorb her will, 
 
 Feels the Incarnate Word 
 Subdue her veins and holy zeal, 
 Pants for the hour that shall reveal 
 
 The Bridegroom and the Bride. 
 
PALM SUNDAY. 31 
 
 " I shall be satisfied 
 When I awake ' — O thought too deep 
 For human words ; in silence keep 
 
 And treasure in thine heart 
 The Word now given, 
 
 Choosing the " better part," 
 Give earth for heaven. 
 
 Lord, in Thy path I fling 
 
 Palms, and Hosannas sing ; 
 
 Rule now, O Israel's King. 
 
32 
 
 A DREAM, 
 
 "The poor shall not ahvay be forgotten; the patient abiding 
 of the meek shall not perish forever." 
 
 "Arise, O Lord God, and lift up thine hand : forget not the 
 poor." 
 
 Did I dream — that long ago 
 
 Thou and I were one ? 
 That in an evil hour, 
 Under satanic power, 
 
 An evil deed was done ? 
 Did I dream or do I know ? 
 
 Time passes slow, 
 Yet many years are gone ; 
 
 I was so young, 
 
 And one with serpent tongue 
 And serpent ways 
 
A DREAM. 
 
 Took all my life's young days, 
 Did me this wrong : 
 O heart, be strong ! 
 Death will not tarry long. 
 
 Yea, was my young life slain ? 
 
 Yea, was I taken 
 
 Ere love could awaken ? 
 Bound with a chain ; 
 O, cruel pain ! 
 
 Seized as a lamb might be 
 
 By eager foe ; 
 Death sets its victim free ; 
 
 But death, ah, woe ! 
 Came not to me, 
 
 And slow, so slow 
 The weary years went by as still they go. 
 
34 A DREAM. 
 
 And did I dream ? Oh ! why 
 
 With sorrow saddened 
 Did mine eye meet thine eye ? 
 
 Why was all gladdened ? 
 The rose blooms but to die. 
 
 My chain I ever wear, 
 My sorrow I must bear ; 
 
 Flesh of his flesh and spirit of thy spirit, 
 
 What can my soul inherit ? 
 What can I call from out the empty air ? 
 
 Ah ! what in life or death can my soul merit ? 
 What but dumb woe, what but a dumb despair ? 
 
 Ah, no ! God makes us not for woe, 
 
 He will not leave me so. 
 
A DREAM. 35 
 
 I am not vanquished quite 
 
 By mortal pain ; 
 I cleave unto the right, 
 
 Though I be slain ; 
 I'll live within God*s sight, 
 
 And bear my chain. 
 
 Living within God"s sight, 
 
 I shall be free ; 
 Lord, make my dark way light, 
 Unveil to me 
 Thy Will, I yearn with passion for the right, 
 Make blind eves see. 
 
36 A DREAM. 
 
 Shall I live here but for a little space, 
 
 And then in other realms and spheres awake ? 
 There shall 1 meet my loved one, face to face ? 
 
 Mv thirst be quenched that nought on earth can slake ? 
 Captivity long borne, 
 The resurrection morn 
 A thousand thousand chains shall snap and break ; 
 The captives shall go free 
 In righteous liberty 
 When God the heavens and the earth shall shake. 
 
Part II. 
 
 THE RESURRECTION 
 
" O my Soul ! my Love ! Tarn I beseech thee and go forth 
 from Vanity, or else thou losest my love and the noble Pearl. 
 
 " And thus it comes to pass that the Tree of Pearl in the 
 Garden of Christ is often spoiled : concerning which the scripture 
 maketh a hard knot on conclusion, viz. : ' That those who have once 
 tasted the sweetness of the world to come, and fall away from it again, 
 shall hardly see the Kingdom of God.' And though it cannot be denied 
 but that the gates of Grace still stand always open, yet the false 
 and dazzling light of the outward reason of the soul so deceiveth 
 and hindereth such men, that they suppose they have the Pearl, 
 while they yet live in the Vanity of this world and dance with the 
 Devil after his pipe." 
 
 " O noble Love give me thy sweet Pearl ; put it I pray thee 
 unto me." 
 
 " God the Father who gave His dear Heart unto the Humanity 
 to help mankind, doth now thirst after the Humanity." 
 
 Jacob Behmex. 
 
4' 
 
 EASTER MONDAY. 
 
 Fair are the lilies far away 
 
 That bloom in the Holy Land ; 
 There shimmering fields of flowers display 
 
 The cunning workman's hand. 
 Bright are the varied rainbow hues 
 As lustre of metals, the faint steel blues 
 Quiver in sunlight, like gauzy wings 
 Of myriad insects ; the light breeze sings 
 A low love-song as it passes by, 
 Waving the flowers with its melody. 
 
 Fair are the fields where the lilies grow 
 Tall and white in the golden sun ; 
 
 A fountain of gardens is there I know ; 
 Oh ! to that land could my swift feet run. 
 
42 EASTER MONDAY. 
 
 Then would a thousand gardens bloom — - 
 Roses and lilies, whose sweet perfume 
 
 Would fill the air with its fragrant breath, 
 Till we drank life in and defied grim Death 
 Blessings of corn and oil and wine, 
 Flow in the land of the Man Divine. 
 
 There would I fain my vineyard keep, 
 The tender grapes give a goodly smell ; 
 
 There would I pasture my Father's sheep, 
 Draw the water from Jacob's well. 
 
 O hills and vales of nry heart's lost home, 
 
 When shall thine exile cease to roam ? 
 Land of my Fathers ! dear land most fair, 
 Laden with spice is thy balmy an : 
 
 When shall mine eyes thy green pastures see. 
 
 Drinking the joy of thy liberty ? 
 
EASTER MONDAY. s 43 
 
 Yea pasture thy sheep on our Father's hills 
 Brother, my brother from days of old ; 
 
 The blood is stirred and the new life thrills 
 With rapture unspoken, with bliss untold. 
 
 Figs and pomegranates my garden yields ; 
 
 And wells of water in cool green fields, 
 Are places of rest, and the stranger's way 
 Is gladdened ; O brother make no delay, 
 
 Let us journey thither, yea Zion's song 
 
 Shall lead us onward and make us strong. 
 
44 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Be thy heart with valour filled 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 Be thy heart with valour stilled, 
 
 Love divine, O brother ! 
 By thy sword and glittering spear 
 By thine eye with courage clear, 
 Chase the foemen pale with fear, 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 
 Though their armies be arrayed, 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 
 With pick and spear and blade, 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 
 Yet shalt thou o'ercome a host, 
 
 And drive them from their post, 
 
 By power of Holy Ghost, 
 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 
SONG. 45 
 
 Drive out the alien horde 
 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 With spear and glittering sword, 
 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 Cleanse the land from stain of sin, 
 Bring thine exiled people in, 
 Let the reign of Christ begin, 
 
 Brother mine, O brother ! 
 
4 6 
 
 MARIE. 
 
 Like a shy flower is she — 
 
 A flower of Palestine ; 
 As slender as the tall palm tree, 
 
 As tender as the vine — 
 Her eyes are like the summer sea 
 
 When the wistful waters shine. 
 
 I love to watch her face 
 
 Whereon the sunlight plays ; 
 
 Her chair doth seem a hallowed place ; 
 And when her finger strays 
 
 Adown the page the lines to trace, 
 My heart in silence prays. 
 
 I watch her soft bright hair 
 
 Whereon the sunlight shines, 
 I look to see a halo there 
 
MARIE. 47 
 
 Where light the face enshrines ; 
 I seem to hear a ghostly prayer, 
 As her hand my flower entwines. 
 
 Her face is very pale — 
 
 I sometimes see a tear : 
 I wonder does she sob and wail 
 
 When none is by to hear ; 
 Her sorrow makes my spirit quail — 
 
 My heart doth ache with fear. 
 
 I pray God comfort her, 
 
 O poor lone aching heart ! 
 I dare not speak, I dare not stir, 
 
 We seem so far apart ; 
 She seems my silence to prefer — 
 
 My voice doth make her start. 
 
MARIE. 
 
 God knoweth which is best — 
 She hath her lonely dreams : 
 
 And I perchance a life-long quest, 
 That to her worthless seems ; 
 
 Our barks that erewhile touched at rest 
 Now float down separate streams. 
 
 And yet how can it be, 
 
 That I must drift away ; 
 Her presence set my spirit free — ■ 
 
 She taught my soul to pray : 
 Oh ! in some far eternity, 
 
 We two shall find the day. 
 
 Our souls are groping yet 
 
 In darkness of the night ; 
 Her eyes with many tears are wet— 
 
MARIE. 49 
 
 For wrongs she cannot right ; 
 Her people's pain can she forget, 
 
 Or smile within my sight ? 
 
 I sometimes wonder where 
 
 Her radiant spirit dwells ; 
 Her body is so pure and fair. 
 
 And yet her soul rebels 
 And wings its flight to upper air 
 
 By strange mysterious spells. 
 
 Leaving the earthly frame — 
 
 The Spirit doth it seek ? 
 She hears not when I speak her name. 
 
 Her pulse is faint and weak. 
 From out the Ark of Heaven she came — 
 
 My dove so pale and meek. 
 
50 MARIE. 
 
 Should she to Heaven return, 
 What message could she take ? 
 
 My kiss on her white brows would burn 
 With fire that nought could slake : 
 
 My olive branch she will not spurn — 
 Yea, wear it for my sake. 
 
 Only the olive bough 
 
 That cries aloud for peace : 
 
 Methinks her spirit hears me now 
 And sighs for its release ; 
 
 My token green she will allow. 
 Between us wars shall cease. 
 
 Thy Home in skies above 
 
 Rebuild, O mourner ! here, 
 Teach us the height and depth thereof, 
 
MARIE. 51 
 
 Show us the vision clear ; 
 Thou, who hast learned the ways of love, 
 Draw love to us more near. 
 
 Teach us the angel song 
 
 Thy spirit erst did sing 
 Ere thy pure soul, made sad by wrong, 
 
 Had learned to droop its wing; 
 Thy long tried patience made thee strong, 
 
 We crave thy suffering. 
 
 Teach us by thy true woe 
 
 That mourning shall be blest ; 
 Such mourning shall pure comfort know, 
 
 Such sorrow shall find rest ; 
 Yea ! living streams of healing flow 
 
 To mourners, east and west. 
 
52 MARIE. 
 
 When mourning tears are dried, 
 Hail then earth's Easter morn ; 
 
 Humanity, long crucified, 
 From barren tomb reborn, 
 
 Shall know the Brother who once died 
 To free our race from scorn. 
 
 A Light tc all the earth, 
 And Israel's glorious Crown— 
 
 His tomb shall give a nation birth, 
 His Kingdom gain renown : 
 
 Joseph shall free the land from dearth. 
 And rebuild David's town. 
 
 O Bethlehem of Judea ! 
 
 The little house of bread 
 Shall hold the remnant, feel no fear, 
 
MARIE. 53 
 
 Thy children shall be fed ; 
 The nations come from far and near 
 Bowing to Christ the head. 
 
 O Judah's Bethlehem ! 
 
 That shalt be called great ; 
 The star reveals the diadem, 
 
 Accept thy royal state ; 
 Thy crown, emblazoned gem by gem, 
 
 Thy God doth now create. 
 
 " Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the Lord, 
 and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God." — Isaiah lxii. 
 
 " They shall be as the stones of a crown, lifted up as an 
 ensign upon his land." — Zechariah ix. 16. 
 
54 
 
 EASTER DAWN. 
 CHRISTIAN AND JEW. 
 
 CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Hast thou seen Christ, brother, risen, crowned with 
 glory, 
 
 Coming in His Majesty to judge and to make war ? 
 
 Hast thou seen Christ, brother, Him of olden story, 
 
 Coming as the sun-god with steeds and flaming car ? 
 
 JEW. 
 
 Nay, nay, I saw Him not — 
 But this way came one day 
 
 A stranger, without purse or scrip, 
 Yet giving bread away. 
 
EASTER DAWN. 55 
 
 CHRISTIAN. 
 
 Hast thou seen Christ, brother, risen in His splendor, 
 
 Crowned with crown of Solomon, the mild and peaceful 
 king ? 
 
 Benignant is His countenance, His eyes serene and 
 tender, 
 
 To Him the kings of all the earth their righteous tribute 
 bring. 
 
 JEW. 
 
 Nay, nay, I saw Him not — 
 
 But a beggar I have seen, 
 Who, when I clothed him with my cloak. 
 
 Looked up with face serene. 
 
56 EASTER DAWN. 
 
 CHRISTIAN 
 
 Had'st thou seen Christ, brother, then in joy and 
 wonder, 
 
 Thy heart in very thankfulness would shout and sing 
 in praise, 
 
 For the Heaven that is above Him, and the deep that 
 lieth under, 
 
 Do join forever in that song throughout all nights and 
 days. 
 
 JEW. 
 
 Nay, nay, I've seen Him not — 
 But a child with wistful face, 
 
 That drank some water from my hand, 
 Looked back with loving grace. 
 
EASTER DA WW 57 
 
 CHRISTIAN. 
 
 And yet we both have seen Him, have seen Him, O 
 my brother ! 
 
 For was He not the Stranger who gave the hungry 
 bread ? 
 
 And was He not the Beggar, and the Child ? indeed 
 none other 
 
 Hast thou clothed and given water to, but Christ him 
 
 to thee led. 
 
 JEW. 
 
 Nay, nay, I know Him not, 
 But this I ever feel — 
 
 The needy must be cared foi 
 Be it my woe or weal. 
 
 " Inasmuch as ye did it unto the least of these my little ones 
 ye did it unto me." 
 
58 
 
 THREE ROSES. 
 
 Three roses bloom in Paradise — 
 Three roses red are blooming there ; 
 
 The first a rose beyond all price. 
 The second rose beyond compare, 
 
 And oh ! the sweetness of the last 
 
 Will live when all earth's joys are past. 
 
59 
 
 THE BELOVED. 
 
 A pearl is my beloved — 
 
 A pearl from the restless sea : 
 
 God lifted her from the watery deeps, 
 To give her soul to me : 
 
 And on my breast her spirit sleeps 
 In silent ecstacy. 
 
 A flower is my beloved — 
 
 A lily white and fair : 
 Her hidden roots are in the earth, 
 
 But her soul blooms in the air ; 
 My love hath given her soul re-birth, 
 
 And her heart exhales in praver. 
 
60 THE BELOVED. 
 
 A shrine is my beloved — 
 
 Where my tired soul kneels to pray. 
 A wanderer, without place of rest 
 
 Was I, — no Sabbath day, 
 No house of God, no home, no nest, 
 
 Till her heart said " loved one, stay." 
 
 A wind is my beloved — 
 
 That sweeps through my surging soul — 
 A wind, a breath from the lips of God ; 
 
 Her word doth make me whole ; 
 And the almond blooms on Aaron's rod, 
 
 And the waters backward roll. 
 
 A harp is my beloved — 
 
 A harp of a thousand strings ; 
 
 And when the soft south wind doth blow, 
 Her soul vibrates and rings 
 
 With a song my heart sang long ago, 
 And again my spirit sings. 
 
THE BELOVED. 61 
 
 A dove is my beloved — 
 
 A white-winged nestling dove ; 
 
 She floated long on the waters wide, 
 Caged in the home of love ; 
 
 Now in my breast she doth abide, 
 And the olive blooms above. 
 
 A star is my beloved — 
 
 A far off shining star ; 
 She lifts me from ethereal heights, 
 
 To dwell where angels are ; 
 She teaches me all pure delights 
 
 From out Heaven's golden bar. 
 
 A queen is my beloved — 
 
 A queen and a gentle child ; 
 Her calm eyes shine with holy love 
 
 Power, veiled in aspect mild ; 
 She comforts me as comforting dove, 
 
 And my heart is reconciled. 
 
62 THE BELOVED. 
 
 A bride is my beloved — 
 
 Bride of the Sacrifice ; 
 God hears her heart's continual prayer 
 
 God meets her upturned eyes 
 With raptures sweet, and visions rare, 
 
 And joys of Paradise. 
 
 O holy best beloved — 
 
 My pearl, my queen, my shrine, 
 
 My lily-flower, my harp of gold, 
 My bride, whose bread and wine 
 
 Fills me with raptures new and old, 
 And makes my life divine. 
 
63 
 
 THE ELIJAH MINISTRY. 
 
 " Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming 
 of the great and dreadful day of the Lord : and he shall turn 
 the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the 
 children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a 
 curse." — Malachi iv. 5-6. 
 
 " Intreat me not to leave thee, nor to return from following after 
 thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest, I 
 will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God : 
 
 " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried ; the 
 Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee 
 and me." — Ruth i. 16-17. 
 
64 
 
 THE PRAYER OF ELIJAH. 
 
 O Lord, my God, the heavens rend 
 And let the dove of peace descend 
 
 Upon the cherished Bride. 
 Make her all glorious within : 
 Clothed with pure robes and cleansed from sin, 
 
 Let her be justified. 
 
 The power of Thy redeeming Word 
 Within her lives ; Thy glittering sword 
 
 In mercy sheathe awhile 
 Till men may learn to know her worth. 
 And, healed from sickness, pain, and dearth, 
 
 Grow pure beneath her smile. 
 
THE PRAYER OF ELIJAH. 65 
 
 Long, by the streams of Babylon, 
 Hath she her mourning robes put on, 
 
 Her harps on willows hung ; 
 Oh ! dry her sad repentant tears, 
 Assuage her griefs and calm her fears — 
 
 Perfecting hath begun. 
 
 In sweetness and humility 
 
 She seeks to set the captives free — 
 
 The outcasts bringing home ; 
 None is so poor but she will bend 
 To yield them grace, and succour lend 
 
 Where Thy lost exiles roam. 
 
 None is so low but she will lift 
 Them up by her transcendent gift — 
 
 The chalice of the spouse ; 
 By that mysterious marriage tie 
 The good shall live, the evil die ; 
 
 O mighty men, arouse ! 
 
66 THE PRAYER OF ELIJAH. 
 
 Arouse yourselves, ye exiled host ! 
 The Lord, by power of Holy Ghost, 
 
 By water, and by flame, 
 Reveals His love to us again. 
 Reveals His goodness unto men ; 
 
 Blest be His glorious Name. 
 
 The Bride — now filled with deep desire 
 For love that, as consuming fire, 
 
 Shall purge away her stains — 
 Seeks to be perfect as her King : 
 To her your righteous tribute bring ; 
 
 Her throne she now regains. 
 
 Crown with a crown our beauteous queen 
 Her glory in all lands be seen : 
 
 Her leaves the nations heal ; 
 Her marvellous faith — that did endure 
 The fires of hell to be made pure — 
 
 God's power doth now reveal. 
 
THE PRAYER OF ELIJAH. 67 
 
 O Israel's Queen — to exile driven, 
 Sustained by God with bread from Heaven 
 
 Until the pregnant time — 
 Cried " Let the daughter be brought forth. 
 Hid in the darkness of the north, 
 
 To her own land and clime." 
 
 Visions of God do now unseal 
 The prophecy ; O Bride reveal 
 
 His wisdom unto men ; 
 With childlike voice, and childlike face, 
 With childlike heart, and simple grace, 
 
 Sing Zion's songs again. 
 
 The harp of David dwells in thee, 
 With music shalt thou set us free ; 
 
 Rebuild Jerusalem ; 
 Prophetic eyes shall soon declare 
 Thou art the Queen and Bride most fair, 
 
 Made rich with many a gem. 
 
68 THE PRAYER OF ELIJAH. 
 
 Prophetic eyes shall hail the Bride 
 As one with Him, the crucified — 
 
 Union with God complete ; 
 Then shall men say " The Lord is there, 
 Jehovah Shamnah shall declare 
 
 His will in tones most sweet. 
 
 Prophetic eyes shall soon confess 
 
 She is " The Lord, our Righteousness," 
 
 Jehovah Tsidkenu ; 
 Then shall all wars and tumults cease, 
 Jehovah Shalom shall send peace 
 
 From out the Heavens new. 
 
6 9 
 
 THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 The harp of God is in my hands, 
 
 I sing the songs of Zion, 
 Come, come ye outcasts from all lands, 
 
 Prevailed has JudarTs Lion ; 
 Come to the banner that I hold — 
 Come, come ye weak and be made bold, 
 Lift up your silver and your gold — 
 
 The cross your God did die on. 
 
 The harp of God with music wake's, 
 And kings do bow before it ; 
 
 Triumphant love the silence breaks, 
 And lowly hearts adore it : 
 
 Dawns now the resurrection morn ; 
 
 A nation from the dead re-born, 
 
 As from the barren tomb was torn 
 The King who shall restore it. 
 
THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 I am a child of Israel's race, 
 
 Though into exile driven, 
 Now brought again to mine own place 
 
 With wrestling angel striven. 
 As Israel, I have prevailed 
 When the accuser me assailed, 
 The powers of hell before me quailed 
 By Word asunder riven. 
 
 Incarnate was that Word in me 
 By Christ now re-created ; 
 The captive Word hath been set free, 
 
 And Israel reinstated ; 
 Her marriage robes she may now don, 
 Her glorious crown may be put on, 
 Her exile past, her kingdom won, 
 
 Her Bride and Bridegroom mated. 
 
THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 71 
 
 O mighty one of Israel ! thou 
 
 Hast wrought this restoration ; 
 
 And unto Thee all men shall bow, 
 Thou shepherd of the nation. 
 
 Thou stone, that shalt to pieces dash ; 
 
 Thou scourge, that shalt the nations lash ; 
 
 Thou thunder, and thou earthquake crash ; 
 Begin the new creation. 
 
 Restore the virgin, once defiled, 
 
 Condemned to robes of mourning; 
 Then, Levi's cruelty reviled ; 
 
 Now, Levi's love adorning, 
 Prepares the way before her feet, 
 Anoints with oil, and spices sweet, 
 Her head, and bids the nations greet 
 A Queen above all scorning. 
 
72 THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 Dinah — the purging, judging word — 
 Great Israel's only daughter 
 
 Made barren by harsh Levi's sword 
 And Simeon's cruel slaughter, 
 
 By God again has been raised up ; 
 
 Her hands now hold the holy cup — 
 
 The marriage feast where men may sup 
 "The wine Christ turns from water. 
 
 O holy chalice of the spouse 
 In mercy long withholden, 
 
 Till the sole daughter of the house 
 Could clasp that chalice golden, 
 
 And shelter in her virgin breast 
 
 The mystery yet unexpressed 
 
 By which all mankind shall be blest, 
 Ordained from ages olden. 
 
THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 73 
 
 O holy Virgin, Queen, and Bride ! 
 
 When men, thy flesh revering, 
 Shall see in thee the crucified, 
 
 Veiled in his new appearing ; 
 By risen flesh, the Bridegroom kind, 
 Again shall heal the sick and blind, 
 Set captives free, restore each mind 
 
 That hath been weak and fearing. 
 
 The house of God is now with men ; 
 
 Prepare the temple lowly, 
 The tabernacle build again, 
 
 Receive the vision holy ; 
 He is our God, our day, our night, 
 He is our peace, He is our light, — 
 Yea, every eye shall see that sight, 
 
 Though yet the dawn breaks slowly. 
 
74 THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 Woman, the temple of the Lord, 
 
 Shall hold the hidden treasure ; 
 In her, the purifying word 
 
 Shall soon reveal God's pleasure ; 
 When purged as with refining fire, 
 When held by magnet of desire, 
 Our sins before her touch expire, 
 
 Then joy shall know no measure. 
 
 Kneel, all ye sons of Levi, kneel ! 
 
 A voice doth rend the heaven, 
 And visions shall to you reveal 
 
 The word in mercy given ; 
 When Israel's house is built once more, 
 The King shall to each son restore 
 The portion that he held of yore, 
 
 Before the House was riven. 
 
THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 75 
 
 Build your waste places, child and queen, 
 Restore the broken -hearted, 
 
 Lead them by streams in valleys green ; 
 Bind friends whom grief hath parted ; 
 
 Let peace like a great river flow ; 
 
 Let lilies in the meadows grow ; 
 
 In desert sands let roses blow ; 
 
 The tender shoots have started. 
 
 Under your all-embracing love 
 
 That yearns for man's perfecting, 
 Feeling with Saviour God above, 
 The smart of sin's rejecting. 
 One with the sinner and the slain, 
 One with the great Redeemer's pain, — 
 O blessed Bride, your joy regain 
 By faith, the all-expecting. 
 
76 THE SONG OF THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 Let faith and hope and love conspire — 
 A threefold cord is binding — 
 
 To give to thee thy heart's desire ; 
 
 Through devious pathways winding 
 
 The scattered Levites to thee come ; 
 
 Build them again in their own home ; 
 
 From Him they never more shall roam, 
 Through thee their portion finding. 
 
 Joined to the Lord shall Levi be. 
 
 Inheriting his blessing : 
 Dead is the sin of cruelty, 
 
 His Master's Cross confessing : 
 The Holy One shall be revealed, 
 The Godly mystery be unsealed, 
 The nation joined, the breach be healed ; 
 
 O rapture past expressing. 
 
77 
 
 SUB SILENTIO. 
 
 II. 
 
 My words can never tell 
 The love I feel for thee ; 
 Let silence speak, 
 Nor break the holy spell ; 
 
 My words too faint, too weak, 
 Sound like a silver bell ; 
 In golden silence dwell 
 Apart from me. 
 
 When the last trump shall wake 
 
 The prisoned dead, 
 Then may I silence break ; 
 
 Then, on thy head, 
 
78 SUB SI LENT 10. 
 
 O love ! may I outpour 
 In blessings all the store 
 
 Of love unspoken now ; 
 
 Then, on thy spotless brow 
 Which all men shall adore, 
 
 May I a crown display ; 
 
 Then, on that happy day, 
 Sing, as I sang before, 
 
 Praises to thy dear eyes. 
 Praise to thy heart, 
 Praises to all thou art 
 
 In Paradise ! 
 
79 
 
 A MESSAGE. 
 
 Bring me no roses till the tears are dried 
 In sorrowing eyes that weep in grief alone ; 
 
 Bring me no kisses ; call me not thy bride — 
 Behold, thou can'st not make a bride of stone, 
 
 And stony griefs are mine while others weep ; 
 
 While others watch, shall I take rest in sleep ? 
 Nay, nay, thou can'st not for these woes atone. 
 
 Weave me no chaplet for my aching brows ; 
 
 Bring me no blessings yet of corn and wine ; 
 If thou wilt call me sister, friend, or spouse, 
 
 Then lend thine aid to make the earth divine ; 
 If thou dost love me, I do charge thee — go, 
 And to the poorest, love and pity show ; 
 
 From their reflected light my face shall shine. 
 
8o A MESSAGE. 
 
 Pour out thy love upon the poor oppressed, 
 So shall I know thou truly lovest me, 
 
 For every smile thou bring'st on face distressed, 
 Upon my face mirrored that smile shall be ; 
 
 And if a sad and sinning wretch ye find, 
 Oh ! speak him fair, entreat with words most kind, 
 Uplifting him, my soul shall rise more free. 
 
 Bring me no words of love, however sweet, 
 Lest siren music lull my soul to rest ; 
 
 But oh ! a thousand times those words repeat 
 Unto the weary heart and aching breast ; 
 
 Believing I with them thy comforting share, 
 
 To know that comfort I their griefs will bear, 
 And I, in them, by thee shall still be blest. 
 
A MESSAGE. Si 
 
 A thousand times. more blest than when love takes 
 
 Love to itself alone ; if love be true, 
 Thou wilt but hold me dearer for their sakes 
 
 To whom I give you now, and them to you — 
 A thousand hearts shall thus rejoice for one, 
 And all good deeds to them for me be done, 
 
 And in their joy my joy shall live anew. 
 
 Thus human love our souls shall ever bind 
 In union blest and sweet though never seen ; 
 
 We'll love the world, together, with one mind ; 
 God and the world, then, what can come between ? 
 
 A chain of love thus link by link we'll make — 
 
 Kind words, kind deeds for our Beloved's sake, 
 Till all earth's hearts shall know His peace serene. 
 
32 
 
 AN ANSWER. 
 
 Perchance, beloved, thou wilt never know 
 
 On earth, the love my heart hath given to thee ? 
 
 There is no music, in the rhythmed sea, 
 That can my melody divinest show ; 
 There is no word, in any winds that blow, 
 
 To speak the fulness of my ecstacy ; 
 
 Words would but bind my soul whose currents free 
 From myriad radiates-to their centre flow. 
 My harp is dumb before tliee — if it strove 
 
 To speak in music of thy hallowed face, 
 Its thousand strings would all unequal prove 
 
 To set love forth ; the passion of my race 
 Encloses thee and sets thee far above 
 
 All earthly love upon God's throne of Grace. 
 
83 
 
 MY SABBATH. 
 
 There remaineth a rest for the people of God. 
 
 The days are always sabbath days 
 On which thou com'st to me ; 
 
 My heart awakes with songs of praise, 
 Mine eyes clear visions see ; 
 
 And, for the humblest of our race, 
 1 1 plead before the Throne of Grace. 
 
 The days are days of heavenly rest, — 
 My weary heart seems still ; 
 
 Shall not His holy presence blest 
 The sanctuary fill ? 
 
 Shall not His cloud of glory shine 
 
 From out the inmost holiest shrine? 
 
MY SABBATH. 
 
 The days are days of hallowed peace 
 A holy dove doth brood ; 
 
 He bids my sad complaining cease — 
 From evil cometh good ; 
 
 And oh ! the darkness of my night 
 
 With starry splendour is made bright. 
 
 O days of peace ! O days of rest ! 
 
 O days of fresh new joy ! 
 Upon the ever-faithful breast, 
 
 Our bliss knows no alloy ; 
 Beneath the everlasting arm, 
 We sleep secure from fear or harm. 
 
85 
 
 THE UNSPOKEN WORD. 
 
 We know, but dare not speak, for where are ears 
 
 To hear the melodies that forth would break, 
 
 If once again the silver trumpet spake, 
 Declaring — He shall wipe away all tears ; 
 That death and hell, captivity's long years, 
 
 Are swallowed up in victory ? Oh, awake ! 
 
 Come from your graves, lost Israel ! forsake 
 Your idols, Ephraim ; lo ! your God appears ! 
 Look and behold the loved of every eye, 
 
 Desire of every nation, king of men ; 
 As chaff before the whirlwind, sin shall fly, 
 
 And fire shall lick the stubble up again ; 
 As silver, He shall purge and purify 
 
 The sons of Levi, bring the captives ten. 
 
S6 
 
 THE SONG OF JUDAH. 
 
 "All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the 
 flower of the field : 
 
 "The grass withereth, the flower fadeth : because the Spirit of 
 the Lord bloweth upon it : surely the people is grass. 
 
 " The grass withereth, the flower fadeth : but the word ot our 
 God shall stand forever." — Isaiah xl. 
 
 " For this is life eternal : to know Thee, the only true God, and 
 Jesus Christ whom Thou hast sent." 
 
 Withers the grass of man's desire : 
 Withers the woman's flower-like face ; 
 
 Like dross consumed on a burning pyre, 
 Each form returns to its own last place, 
 
 Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust ; 
 
 Is there treasure in heaven, nor moth, nor rust 
 Can consume ? incorrupt as the flame of fire ? 
 
THE SONG OF JUDAH. 87 
 
 Surely the people are but as grass ; 
 
 When the spirit blows, they shall fade away ; 
 Like flowers of the field they do bloom, and pass 
 
 Back to the earth and the mire of clay ! 
 Fading and passing and changing all, 
 To the shadowy land beyond recall ; 
 
 Is it long night there, or an endless day ? 
 
 A shadow, a vapour, a breath is life ; 
 
 Have I lived and moved ? do I live, or dream ? 
 Am I a part of the endless strife, 
 
 Or a shadow with shadows that only seem ? 
 Once did I find in a woman's face, 
 The dream of my life, with a dream's sweet grace? — 
 
 It flickers and fades like a sunset gleam. 
 
THE SONG OF JUDAH. 
 
 Pale as a lily, and wan and white — 
 Was she a woman or fading flower ? 
 
 She bloomed and she died in a single night — 
 What can avail to destroy death's power ? 
 
 Is there a land of fadeless bloom ? 
 
 Is there a life beyond the tomb ? 
 
 Is there aught but the passing hour ? 
 
 O lily and rose, are you blooming yet 
 
 In the sweet, dim garden we used to know ? 
 
 With the dews of night is your pale cheek wet ? 
 Are the spices sweet ? Do the apples grow ? 
 
 Do the ring-doves coo in the listening trees ? 
 
 Do the roses ope to the southern breeze ? 
 And my kiss of love — doth it bud and blow ? 
 
THE SONG OF JUDAH. 89 
 
 O Lord, my God, Thine Almighty Hand 
 Alone can save from the woe and waste ; 
 
 Thy Word, my God, shall forever stand ; 
 Let my parching lips of Thy waters taste ; 
 
 Are there streams eternal for man to find ? 
 
 Are we dead in sin ? Are our eyes made blind ? 
 O heal us, Beloved, in haste ! in haste ! 
 
 O Thou, the Eternal and only One, 
 
 Who for us hath vanquished the barren tomb ; 
 When our life in death is over and done, 
 
 In Thy risen beauty new life shall bloom 
 As fadeless lilies, in Thee we rise 
 As morning stars — we shall fill the skies ; 
 
 The seed of the faithful re-born from gloom. 
 
go THE SONG OF JUDAH. 
 
 Thou who created'st the sun and stars— 
 What is man that Thou mindest him ? 
 
 Can he set Thee limits, or make Thee bars ? 
 Can he add to Thy glory? or make it dim ? 
 
 Thou art the essence of glory and light ; 
 
 Can he make Thee dark ? can he make Thee bright ? 
 Can he fashion himself in a single limb ? 
 
 Nay, Thou hast made us — Thy sons are we — 
 Made us to shine as the stars are set 
 
 To witness Thy glory ; we come forth free — 
 The hidden and exiled we waked and met 
 
 As brothers long parted — we met to find 
 
 A single thought in the dual mind, 
 
 And a coal on the altar was glowing yet. 
 
THE SONG OF JUDAH. 91 
 
 There is kinship in spirit, in soul, in blood ; 
 
 The cloudy phantoms forever flee ; 
 Love is not drowned by the water flood, 
 
 Nay, from the water she rises free ; 
 Love is not drowned, nay, my sister fair, 
 In the dim old garden we find her there, 
 
 And the apples grow on the old green tree. 
 
 Sister, sweet sister, with eyes of dove, 
 
 In the clefts of rock thou didst long abide ; 
 
 O tender-hearted ! O dear lost love ! 
 
 Why didst thou leave me so long to hide ? 
 
 Why were we sundered who are not twain ? 
 
 O gentle heart, thou art mine again — 
 Mine forever, whate'er betide. 
 
92 THE SONG OF JUDAH. 
 
 Come, dear heart, to thy garden green — , 
 The lilies bloom and the roses wait ; 
 
 Come to thy people, O dear lost queen ! 
 All thy beauties we'll celebrate — 
 
 Praise to thy lips, and thine hair, and thine eyes, 
 
 Praise to thy low-voiced sweet replies, 
 Thy gentle mien, and thy royal state. 
 
 Would I not crown thee with jewels bright ; 
 
 Clothe thee in silver and cloth of gold ? 
 O my dove with the wings so white ! 
 
 O my pearl which I clasp and hold ! 
 Lily, re-risen from barren tomb — 
 Christ's own lily — come forth and bloom, 
 
 Bloom forever in all men's sight. 
 
THE SONG OF JUDAH. 93, 
 
 O daughter of Zion ! the chosen race 
 
 Claims thee, fair daughter, to be its own ; 
 
 The God of our fathers, in mercy and grace, 
 Builded thy walls of the jasper stone ; 
 
 Thy walls are salvation, thy gates are praise ; 
 
 Riches and honour, and length of days 
 
 Are with thee who art builded by God alone- 
 Yea, he has fashioned thee, daughter fair ; 
 Raised thee up from thy low estate ; 
 
 Binds bright gems in thy lustrous hair ; 
 Bids the virgins upon thee wait. 
 
 Thou shalt find favour in all men's eyes — 
 
 Bride of the symbol of sacrifice- 
 Little one, yet to be called great. 
 
-94 ' THE SONG OF JUDAH. 
 
 O little child, thou art God's great gift 
 Unto His people, all shall be blessed, 
 
 All whom by mere)* thou can'st uplift — 
 Sad and sorrowful, weak, distressed ; 
 
 For Joseph's blessing in thee revives, 
 
 And thy garnered grain saves many lives ; 
 God's love to His people, in thee expressed. 
 
 Dumb is my heart, when I fain would speak — 
 Dumb with delight, O thou child so wise ; 
 
 Full is my heart, though my words are weak, 
 In wonder and awe death's pale phantom dies, 
 
 For the sun glows brighter because of thee. 
 
 And the bubbling waters dance for glee, 
 In lowly valleys the lilies rise. 
 
THE SONG OF JUDAH. 95 
 
 Myriad harps could not sing my joy ; 
 
 How can one feeble voice express 
 The fulness of rapture without alloy ? 
 
 Oh ! many tongues should thy worth confess ; 
 Multitudes, multitudes shout and sing 
 The joy that thou find'st in thy risen King ; 
 
 But let me sing of thy tenderness. 
 
 Nay, nay, but I'll ever silence keep — 
 
 Golden silence for me is blest ; 
 Hide me away in a deep sweet sleep, 
 
 Hide me away with thee to rest ; 
 What God knoweth, man cannot know ; 
 What God doeth, man cannot show ; 
 
 His ways are hidden, He knoweth best. 
 
MY LADY'S BOWER. 
 
 Oh, once my lady called me to her bower — 
 
 A hallowed place, made dark by leafy screen, 
 
 The softened sunlight filtered through the green 
 Cool shady leaves ; no painter hath the power 
 To picture her ; I knelt one passing hour, 
 
 And wished that it eternity had been ; 
 
 So gracious was her look and gentle mien, 
 To give ixry life had been too poor a dower ; 
 What had J done to merit her sweet gaze ? 
 
 My heart, abashed, was dumb, my thought she read. 
 And so consoled me with sweet words of praise, 
 
 And laid her gentle hand upon my head, — 
 And oh ! methought her hand had power to raise 
 
 My soul to life e'en had it long been dead. 
 
97 
 
 THE SONG OF SONGS. 
 
 THE BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 Open thy heart, my dove, open to me 
 
 Thy tender leaves sweet flower, made for delight, 
 I would that all mankind might with me see 
 
 Thy pure, bright soul, so spotless and so white ; 
 Art thou a lily flower ? or art a rose ? 
 A double fragrance from thy centre flows, 
 
 And spicy odours fill the airs of night. 
 
 Open, my sister, loved one undefiled — 
 
 My locks are heavy with the falling dews ; 
 
 Open, beloved one ; O my pleasant child, 
 
 Hearing my voice, can'st thou my love refuse ? 
 
 " My coat is off, how shall I put it on ? " 
 
 I opened, but my own beloved was gone — 
 " Oh ! can ye bring me of him any news ? " 
 
98 THE SONG OF SONGS. 
 
 THE DAUGHTERS and THE BRIDE. 
 
 " Oh ! what is thy beloved ? woman fair ; 
 
 Is thy beloved more than other one ? " 
 " Yea, my beloved is beyond compare, 
 
 Loveliest of the lovely, he alone 
 Can enter in behind the wicket gate ; 
 He whom my soul doth love, tarry not late ! 
 
 Oh ! tell me, daughters, where my love hath gone. 
 
 " His curling locks are like the raven's black ; 
 
 His eyes are eyes of doves, and fitly set ; 
 His lips, like lilies, no sweet spices lack. 
 
 I charge you, daughters, if ye him have met, 
 I charge you go and tell my lovely friend 
 I faint for love ; bid him his footsteps wend 
 
 Thither, for, oh ! my heart doth languish yet. 
 
THE SONG OF SONGS. 99 
 
 " My loved one is to me and I to him ; 
 
 Among the lilies there his soul doth feed ; 
 In his sweet garden, where the twilight dim 
 
 Doth hallow with its shade the sultry need ; 
 There doth he linger 'midst the beds of spice, 
 There doth his beauty all my soul entice ; 
 
 Yea, for my love his loveliness doth plead." 
 
 THE PEOPLE. 
 
 *' O Shulamite ! O Shulamite ! return ! 
 
 Return ! return ! that we may look on thee 
 For thy sweet beauty all our hearts do burn." 
 
 " But in the Shulamite what will ye see ? " 
 "A company of camps, two armies great, 
 Singers and dancers, princes of the state, 
 
 The willing chariots of my people free." 
 
» THE SONG OF SONGS. 
 
 Who putteth forth her beauty as the morn, 
 
 Fair as the moon, and than the sun more bright 
 
 Her banners do an army great adorn — 
 An army gathered for victorious fight ; 
 
 Upon thy neck the shields shall hang again ; 
 
 A thousand bucklers — shields of might) 7 men, 
 A chosen army held by Love's great might. 
 
 THE BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 Thou art all fair, my love ; thou art all fair, 
 My lily among thorns, no spot in thee ; 
 
 To thy pure beaut}' what can I compare ? — 
 A company of horsemen shall I see ? 
 
 And banners gleaming bright with many a gem ? 
 
 Cornel}' as Tirzah and Jerusalem— 
 
 Of gold and silver shall thy borders be. 
 
THE SONG OF SONGS. 
 
 THE BRIDE. 
 
 I am a wall, my breasts are like strong towers — 
 Therefore have I found favour and sweet peace ; 
 
 Assail me, if ye will, ye thunderous powers, 
 My wall shall make your stormy battles cease : 
 
 Give all the substance of your house for love, 
 
 Yet ever insufficient will it prove — 
 
 My love can make a thousand loves increase. 
 
 THE BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 " Set me a seal, my love, upon thy heart ; 
 
 Set me a seal, my love, upon thine arm ; 
 For jealousy hath a most cruel smart — 
 
 There is no voice, however sweet, can charm 
 Away the coals which are as coals of fire, 
 A vehement flame ; O ! Bride of my desire ! 
 
 Love, strong as death, shall shield thee from all harm, 
 
102 THE SONG OF SONGS. 
 
 " Love, strong as death, which floods can never drown, 
 Nor many waters quench ; O ceaseless flame ! 
 
 My risen sun shall nevermore go down, 
 
 When multitudinous voices speak thy name ; 
 
 Who cometh forth from desert with delight, 
 
 Leaning on her beloved in all men's sight ? " — 
 
 " The Bride, whose towers and banners overcame." 
 
io3 
 
 THE CHILD BRIDE. 
 
 " He that is mighty hath magnified me, and Holy is His 
 Name." 
 
 " And of Levi he said, Let thy Thummin and thy Urim be with 
 thy holy one, whom thou didst prove at Massah, and with whom 
 thou didst strive at the waters of Meribah ; 
 
 " Who said unto his father and to his mother, I have not seen 
 him ; neither did he acknowledge his brethren, nor knew his own 
 children ; for they have observed thy word, and kept thy 
 covenant. 
 
 " They shall teach Jacob thy judgments, and Israel thy law : 
 they shall put incense before thee, and whole burnt sacrifice 
 upon thine altar. 
 
 " Bless, Lord, his substance, and accept the work of his hands; 
 smite through the loins of them that rise against him, and of them 
 that hate him, that they rise not again." 
 
 Deuteronomy xxxiii. 8-q-io-ii. 
 
 The Sons of Kohath. 
 
 " The service of the sanctuary belonging unto them was that 
 they should bear it upon their shoulders." — Numbers vii. 9. 
 
104 THE CHILD BRIDE. 
 
 In far-off heavenly places, 
 
 Like a star, my soul is set 
 To learn celestial graces, 
 
 And earthly woes forget ; 
 Let the robes of Heaven me cover, 
 And adorn me for my lover ; 
 
 Let my heart know no regret. 
 
 Thou hast lifted me to Heaven, 
 
 And returned again to men, 
 And a sceptre to me given. 
 
 To rule the hidden ten ; 
 This has been thy heart's deep pleasure- 
 To restore the hidden treasure, 
 
 And rebuild the House again. 
 
THE CHILD BRIDE. 105 
 
 brother ! when I'm sitting 
 On my throne within the sky, 
 
 Where my Saviour-God, is fitting 
 Me for that place most high 5 
 
 1 shall hear thy prayers ascending, 
 Like incense to me wending — 
 
 And my prayers shall make reply. 
 
 If I leave thee in the garden, 
 
 My love, for a little while ; 
 Forgive me, love, and pardon, 
 
 If my heart did thee beguile ; 
 But the fires of God me sifted, 
 And thine own strong wings me lifted 
 
 To live beneath God's smile. 
 
106 THE CHILD BRIDE. 
 
 There my heart can know no sorrow ; 
 
 There mine eyes can weep no tears ; 
 There is no night nor morrow, 
 
 Nor days, nor months, nor years, 
 But only bliss supernal, 
 And joy, and life eternal, 
 
 Where the smile of God appears. 
 
 I am the little sister 
 
 Thou hast borne upon thy breast ; 
 Thou hast carried her and kissed her, 
 
 And brought her into rest ; 
 And the little one so lowly 
 Shall be called great and holy, 
 
 As the Virgin Mother blest. 
 
107 
 
 THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE LORD. 
 
 When earth is filled with knowledge of the Lord, 
 
 As the wide waters cover now the sea ; 
 
 When risen peoples, by His Word set free, 
 Shall drink full measure of the life restored, 
 Beating their pruning hooks from cruel sword, 
 
 Living, each man, beneath his own fig tree, 
 
 Where none can meddle with his liberty, 
 Nor with true worship to his God adored ; 
 Oh ! then, perchance, we may, in calm delight, 
 
 View the wide scene where splendor is displayed,. 
 And gaze on starry wonders of the night, 
 
 With nought to trouble us or make afraid ; 
 Beholding Him with our own mortal sight ; 
 
 Beholding Him and being not dismayed. 
 
io8 
 
 THE NEW SONG. 
 
 The universal woman counseleth her lover to find in nature 
 symbols of eternal love. 
 
 She prophesieth of the hidden Word that shall be brought forth; 
 of Wisdom's restraining powers; of the Mercies of God; of the 
 removal of the curse through the sacrificial use of the Bride. 
 
 She speaks, as the Bride, of the hidden nature of W T isdom ; of 
 the union of earth with heaven in spousal mystery : the fruits of 
 that union — a new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth 
 righteousness. 
 
 Two currents, rushing, mad with deafening roar ; 
 Two waves that leap, and falling, kiss the shore ; 
 Two birds that higher, and ever higher, soar. 
 
 Two stars, revolving in the empyrean blue ; 
 Two stars of splendor, old, yet ever new ; 
 These be the answer of my heart to you. 
 
 For what are words, and tones, and songs, and sighs? 
 And what are kisses and low-voiced replies ? — 
 But shadows of a love that speaks and dies. 
 
THE NEW SONG. 109 
 
 And what are suns, and stars, and seas, and sands ? 
 And what are rushing streams and spreading lands ? — 
 But symbols of the love that understands. 
 
 And multitudinous voices must reply 
 To hearts that sound the universal cry ; 
 And echoes speak in tones that cannot die. 
 
 And multitudinous voices must restrain 
 
 The Word, that spoken once, comes not again, 
 
 Lest that dread Word should flood the world with pain. 
 
 In love and fear 'tis given — in fear and love 
 Must we receive that blessing from above, 
 That shall the earth and heaven together move. 
 
 O hoi)* priests and prophets of the Lord, 
 When that unspoken Word shall be restored, 
 Then God shall be in ever)- heart adored. 
 
no THE NEW SONG. 
 
 Then from the earth shall sons of God come forth ; 
 Then tidings glad make light the darkened north ; 
 For God is not for ever with us wroth. 
 
 He doth but punish us a little while, 
 
 'Till sin be purged ; then wreathes the radiant smile, 
 
 And flowers do bloom in hearts made free from guile. 
 
 Flows now His mercy from the Throne of Grace ; 
 Smiles, once again, the all benignant face ; 
 And roses bloom in Israel's desert place. 
 
 Flows now His mercy forth like corn, and wine, 
 And oil ; O blessings from the Hand Divine, 
 God give me grace to take and make you mine. 
 
 With goodness Thou dost satiate my soul, 
 Like oil adown my head Thy blessings roll ; 
 I yield myself, O God, to Thy control. 
 
THE NEW SONG. in 
 
 overshadowing power, I do not quake ! 
 
 Thy Word, that shall the earth and heavens shake, 
 I'll hear, and bear, and utter for Thy sake. 
 
 Stupendous Word that doth my weak flesh bow, 
 Yet Word that lifts the curse from every brow, 
 To purest sacrifice, myself I vow. 
 
 Yet sacrifices burnt, Thou wouldest not ; 
 
 In mercy Thou hast cleansed from every spot — 
 
 A, body without blemish, stain, or blot. 
 
 Lo ! in the volume it is written there ; 
 
 1 come to do Thy Will — a body fair ; 
 Hast fitted me — I come Thy cross to bear. 
 
 I come to bear the cross in risen life, 
 
 To speak the word that heals the world from strife 
 
 The Lamb's own symbol — hidden Bride and wife. 
 
ii2 THE NEW SONG. 
 
 The sacrificial use in marriage tie ; 
 I live by Him, who for my life did die, 
 My lovely one — desired of every eye. 
 
 Only the wise can hear and understand ; 
 Only the good can find that promised land ; 
 Only the true be fed by love's own hand. 
 
 O Lord, my heart in adoration bends, 
 
 The sacrifice of praise it upwards sends, 
 
 As heaven with earth, and earth with heaven, blends. 
 
 To God the Father, now, and God the Son, 
 
 And God the Spirit — holy Three in One — 
 
 Be uttered with one voice " Thy Will be done." 
 
 In love and fear, united Holy Name — 
 In fear and love, O sacrificial flame — 
 Descend, O wondrous Word that overcame. 
 
THE NEW SONG. 113 
 
 Lord, let Thy glory, Thy Shekinah, shine 
 From out the holy place, the inner shrine ; 
 Let human life contain the life divine. 
 
 Live in the centre, Lord, and every part, 
 Control the mind, the will, the soul, the heart, 
 Let temples lowly hold Thee as Thou art. 
 
 Veiled in the flesh again let Godhead be — 
 Veiled in the flesh, the glorious Trinity ; 
 And knowledge of the Lord, like covering sea, 
 Fill all the earth with waves of majesty. 
 
ii 4 
 
 O WONDROUS EYES! 
 
 The individual woman entereth the sphere of the Bride, and 
 becometh conscious of the individualizing love of the Spouse. 
 
 O wondrous eyes ! O eyes of wondrous love ! 
 
 When thou dost look on me, my heavenly spouse, 
 What deeps and deeps of love thou dost arouse ! 
 Soul, heart, and mind, and strength, within me move 
 With one desire — that nry whole life may prove 
 The joy of loving Thee ; enter my house, 
 
 heavenly guest ! and let me crown Thy brows 
 With olive boughs, brought hither by the dove. 
 Dost Thou crown me ? then, lowly at Thy feet, 
 
 1 sit in silence, gentlest, lovliest friend ; 
 The odours of thy spikenard, smelling sweet, 
 
 Unto my humble dwelling, fragrance lend ; 
 Thy presence maketh all things fair and meet ; 
 Thy glories to my lowly heart descend. 
 
THE LILY OF THE FIELD. 
 
 The individual woman fmdeth pleasure in humble duties as 
 done unto her Spouse. 
 
 In the simplest, lowliest duty 
 
 Let me find, O Christ, Thy beauty, 
 
 Nor the least of these despise, — 
 So shall I be a lily, 
 Growing so pure and stilly 
 
 In the vales of Paradise. 
 
 I will bloom amid the grasses ; 
 When my shepherd-lover passes, 
 
 He will breathe my fragrant sighs, 
 And lift unto his bosom 
 The little, lowly blossom 
 
 From the vales of Paradise. 
 
n6 THE LILY OF THE FIELD. 
 
 I dreamed of starry splendor, 
 
 But my loved one said " surrender," 
 
 And quick my heart replies ; 
 For the stars are dust before Thee, 
 And can stars and worlds adore Thee 
 
 More than flowers of Paradise ? 
 
 For the flowers do show the graces 
 That grow in heavenly places ; 
 
 And the blossoms of the skies 
 Put forth in petals airy 
 Star-forms, that unseen fair)' 
 
 Re-forms in Paradise. 
 
 Were 1 a star of Heaven — 
 One of the starry seven — 
 
 I would live in my loved one's eyes ; 
 Were I an earthly blossom, 
 I would fade upon his bosom, 
 
 And re-bloom in Paradise. 
 
iiy 
 
 TWO VISIONS. 
 
 Thine eyes the beauty and the glory see, 
 And mine the darkness and the desolation, 
 
 The earthquake, and the gloom of Calvary 
 
 From which was born again this new creation ; 
 
 Oh ! when shall men look on Thee — Israel's King ; 
 
 When shall the nations righteous tribute bring, 
 And praise and crown Thee God of our salvation ? 
 
 When waves of glorious light about Thee shine, 
 And opened eyes behold God's revelation, 
 
 Will not men bow before the I\Ian Divine ? — 
 Light of the Gentiles, glory of His nation ; 
 
 When rippling waves of phosphorescent seas 
 
 Break into chords of molten harmonies, 
 
 Will not all hearts bow down in adoration ? 
 
n8 TWO VISIONS. 
 
 Will not men know the heights and depths of love, 
 
 Its lowly service and its risen glory ? 
 Will they not drink, with joy, deep draughts thereof, 
 
 Reserved for us throughout the ages hoary ? 
 Will not the monsters 'neath the troubled waves — 
 Will not the dragons of the deeps and caves — 
 
 Move, thrilled with joy, to hear the glad old story ? 
 
 Will not the deep, that coucheth down below — 
 Will not the choirs, in highest exaltation — 
 
 Shout with one voice, till earth and heaven shall know 
 The meaning of that awful acclamation ? 
 
 When He shall come, who is our Righteousness, 
 
 Then deeps below and heights above shall bless, 
 And heaven and earth be joined in glad relation. 
 
TWO VISIONS. 119 
 
 The trembling earth, vibrating, now doth quake ; 
 
 The heavens with life new and unseen are thrilling ; 
 The thunder-crash, that heaven and earth shall shake, 
 
 Comes with the Word, the righteous oath' fulfilling, 
 The Word that makes alive, the Word that saves ; 
 O Israel, awake ! rise from your graves ! 
 
 His power shall come upon a people willing. 
 
 Come, in the beauty of Thy holiness, 
 
 With dew of youth from out the womb of morning ; 
 Turn us again, O Lord ! redeem and bless 
 
 The people Thou didst once condemn to scorning ; 
 Turn us again, O Lord ! we shall be turned, 
 And daily, incense on Thine altar burned ; 
 
 The Bride be clothed with robes of love's adorning. 
 
120 TWO VISIONS. 
 
 In visions of the Bride all men shall see 
 The sacrifice divine — supreme surrender ; 
 
 When oath of God shall make the people free, 
 
 And flood the earth with Christ's ethereal splendor, 
 
 No heart so vile, so low, but quickening thrill 
 
 Shall tame its pulse and bend it to His Will — 
 None can resist God's smile, serene and tender. 
 
 O Love ! the all-pervading, quickening fire 
 That promises new life and restoration ; 
 
 Woman, who holds the magnet of desire, 
 Beloved of all, sought for by every nation ; 
 
 Woman, who holds the sacred spousal cup, 
 
 Shall, by the Spouse divine, be lifted up, 
 
 'Till earth, prepared, becomes her habitation. 
 
THE HARP OF DAVID. 
 
 Am I divinely mad, that I do dream 
 
 That death is swallowed up in victory ? 
 
 Oh ! am I mad, that do these visions see ? — 
 Peace flowing like a broad and swelling stream — 
 Disease, and crime, and woe, before it seem 
 
 To vanish ; and the peoples, risen free — 
 
 Under the perfect law of liberty — 
 The land, the chosen land, reclaim, redeem ; 
 Methought that David's harp in me la}' still, 
 
 And that the king struck all its chords again ; 
 It waked, and trembled with a sudden thrill, 
 
 Cried out for joy, and then sobbed back with pain, 
 As sound and sense receded. Oh ! fulfil 
 
 The vision — David ! wake the frozen strain ! 
 
THE BRIDE. 
 
 My body and my blood to Christ are given ; 
 
 Be it to me as my own Saviour wills, 
 E'en though the nails in quivering flesh be driven 
 
 By traitorous hand, that kisses while it kills ; 
 Nay, by my own beloved am I slain, 
 He wills that I should bear this deepest pain, 
 
 His hand, the hand adored, that my blood spills. 
 
 The sacrifice of trembling flesh, while living, 
 
 Did they not spurn and lash with cruel scourge ? 
 
 And shall I quiver if the self-same giving 
 
 Pierces my heart and turns my song to dirge ? 
 
 And each red rose becomes a piercing thorn ? 
 
 And harps that sang of joy begin to mourn ? 
 Oh ! let their weeping, cruel Levi purge. 
 
THE BRIDE. 123 
 
 Hide me away, O Christ, with Thee in heaven, 
 Hide me with Thee, away from sight of men ; 
 
 The number of Thy bleeding wounds was seven, 
 And must I make that number up again ? 
 
 Let this last cup pass from me, O my Lord, 
 
 Or let me die beneath the slayer's sword ; 
 Shall I not be with Thee in glory then ? 
 
 Oh ! let thy brooding wings me close and cover ; 
 
 This earth of thorns and briars I may not tread, - 
 That holds no love, that holds no righteous lover ; 
 
 The)- cast 1113- soul among the waking dead, 
 They cast my soul before death's mighty shade ; 
 Thy love, thy own betrothed, they have betrayed, 
 
 And dust and ashes heaped upon her head. 
 
i2 4 THE BRIDE. 
 
 Among the shades of death the night is blinding ; 
 
 In chill and darkness, clouds and gathering gloom, 
 With groping hands, and staggering feet, I'm finding 
 
 The way to rise from out this prison tomb, 
 And lifting, slowly, eyes unused to light, 
 Lest they be blinded by the sudden sight 
 
 Of glorious sunshine and a land of bloom. 
 
 Darkness and doubt ? Nay, but the clouds are shifting, 
 My prison walls with sudden glory shine, 
 
 And distant harps I hear, and voices, lifting 
 Their tones in praises of the gift divine, 
 
 And, oh ! their comforting doth soothe my pain, 
 
 My soul forgets it lies amongst the slain, 
 
 And Christ revives me with His bread and wine. 
 
THE BRIDE. 125 
 
 Revived, refreshed, renewed by love's own tending, 
 
 I patiently regain the barren earth ; 
 Amongst the flowers again my wa}^ I'm wending, 
 
 And peace and plenty banish woe and dearth ; 
 Ye cannot slay uninjurable love — 
 Revived by God it rushes from above, 
 
 And, from its anguish, gains a higher birth. 
 
 Ye cannot slay ; but, oh ! the spirit's grieving, 
 When ye, with impious hand, do seize the gift ; 
 
 Be sure the wakened soul knows no deceiving, 
 The searching punishment is sure and swift ; 
 
 Why do ye thorns upon my forehead press 
 
 When I have come to give you tenderness, 
 And, by my love, the lowly to uplift ? 
 
126 THE BRIDE. 
 
 Upon your knees, to God be ever praying, 
 Lest nature, unredeemed, return the curse ; 
 
 Lest, by your kiss, again the Son betraying, 
 Base silver — price of blood— do fill your purse. 
 
 Too late, too late will be your sad repenting — 
 
 Cast out from love, there will be no relenting, 
 And your last state than first will then be worse. 
 
127 
 
 V 
 UNEXPRESSED. 
 
 By breathing of low lutes, by soft winds' sighing 
 Gently among the frailest, tenderest flowers, 
 
 By dreams of azure in far sunsets dying, 
 By pattering of warm, refreshing showers, 
 
 By Nature's kindliest moods — I would express 
 
 My wells of joy, my springs of tenderness. 
 
 By quietly flowing streams, serenely gliding 
 
 Through placid meadows gemmed with starry flowers, 
 
 By blue forget-me-nots in grasses hiding, 
 By lilies sheltered in cool fragrant bowers, 
 
 By all calm things of earth — I would redress 
 
 My words that breathe of aught but tenderness. 
 
128 UNEXPRESSED. 
 
 My heart is filled, oh ! rilled to, overflowing, 
 
 All words do fail ; breathes, in the tender flowers, 
 
 Some hint of all my love, past earthly showing, 
 That blooms eternal, now, in heavenly bowers ; 
 
 Let songs of earth, and choirs of heaven, confess 
 
 There is no voice to speak Love's tenderness. 
 
Part III. 
 
 THE CASTLE OF THE SOUL. 
 
"The soul of the just man is nothing less than a Paradise in 
 which God finds his delight." — St. Teresa. 
 
i33 
 
 THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 
 
 Thy soul reached out unto my soul, 
 
 I saw their arms entwine — 
 One being — pure, complete, and whole, 
 
 Re-formed by power divine ; 
 Above the holy dove did brood, 
 And, in that dual solitude, 
 
 The face of God did shine, 
 
 And, lo ! the vision changed again — 
 
 I saw a temple fair, 
 Translucent, white, freed from all stain. 
 
 Floating in lambent air, 
 And every sweet and holy thought 
 Within its traceries was wrought 
 
 By love's continual prayer. 
 
134 THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 
 
 O brother mine, how pure a thing 
 
 Is a white virgin soul — 
 A palace for a royal king 
 
 To hold in sweet control ; 
 Our hearts shall be His willing throne, 
 There let Him dwell and reign alone, 
 
 While the long seasons roll. 
 
 Perpetual peace, perpetual joy, 
 
 And everlasting rest ; 
 No cares of earth can there annoy 
 
 The slumbers of the blest ; 
 He giveth His beloved sleep, 
 Angels have charge their souls to keep 
 
 On the eternal breast. 
 
THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 135 
 
 I would not dream, I would not wake, 
 
 I do not care to see 
 What shall be, when this sleep shall break ; 
 
 Lost in divinity 
 Gold shall refine from earthly dross ; 
 Life fill the measure of death's loss 
 
 In love's eternity. 
 
 Equal shall be our pain and bliss ; 
 
 Equal our calm and care ; 
 Each wound be healed by gentle kiss ; 
 
 Desire fulfilled by prayer ; 
 Our rapture silenced by our peace ; 
 Captivity shall mean release 
 
 To hearts that enter there. 
 
1 36 THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 
 
 Silence ! oh, silence ! speak no word, 
 And make no single sign ; 
 
 Hush every breath, no air hath stirred 
 That solitude divine — 
 
 Where death is swallowed up in life, 
 
 Where peace o'ershadows every strife, 
 Closed in the cloudy shrine. 
 
137 
 
 THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 
 
 When I give thee, then I hold thee ; 
 
 When I leave thee, I am nearest ; 
 When another heart doth fold thee, 
 
 Then I, smiling, whisper "dearest"; 
 When some weary heart doth bless thee, 
 Then, indeed, my lips caress thee, 
 
 Then mine eyes shine on thee clearest. 
 
 When I love thee, then I yield thee, 
 Then my soul doth whisper "brother" 
 
 When another heart doth shield thee, 
 With my heart I bless that other ; 
 
 When in dreary path I find thee, 
 
 Then in loving bands I bind thee 
 To thy duty, as a mother. 
 
138 THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 
 
 That I love thee — oh ! believe me — 
 Love thy soul as priceless treasure, 
 
 And that love shall ne'er deceive thee 
 With the pale white shade of pleasure ; 
 
 On a throne of joys I'll place thee, 
 
 And with gems immortal grace thee, 
 
 There thy bliss shall know no measure. 
 
 Flowers in lowliest meads shall tell thee 
 That thy lady hath passed thither ; 
 
 Lonely nights of prayer compel thee 
 To cry out " Oh ! where and whither ? " 
 
 But at last she shall enfold thee, 
 
 In her heart of hearts shall hold thee, 
 When her sweet lips whisper " hither. ' 
 
THE SO KG OF HOLY REST. 139 
 
 I will find thee when I loose thee, 
 Hold thee close, oh, tender-hearted ! 
 
 Yea, above all things, shall choose thee — 
 Thou and I were too long parted ; 
 
 Now, at last, sweet love hath found thee, 
 
 And in gentle fetters bound thee ; 
 
 Healed the wounds that long had smarted. 
 
 When I leave thee I will bless thee ; 
 
 And by night, in visions holy, 
 Shall white wings of dove caress thee, 
 
 Make thy heart like manger lowly — 
 Hoi)' shrine where love may take thee 
 When all earthly joys forsake thee, 
 
 When the passing bell tolls slowly. 
 
i 4 o THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 
 
 my loved one, thou dost send me, 
 And I go, by thee made purer, 
 
 And thy winged prayers attend me, 
 While, with nobler tread and surer, 
 
 1 return to paths of duty, 
 Clothed with thy celestial beauty — 
 
 Charity, the great endurer. 
 
 O strong heart that dost compel me 
 To seek out the hidden treasure ; 
 
 O strong lips, that dare to tell me 
 
 Death can crown with crown of pleasure 
 
 O strong words that onward drive me, 
 
 Priestly lips that cleanse and shrive me, 
 Pouring blessings without measure. 
 
THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 141 
 
 O strong heart, that dost retrieve me 
 All my griefs and all my losses ; 
 
 Love supreme, that dost relieve me 
 Of my burdens and my crosses ; 
 
 Lo ! thy sabbath days restore me, 
 
 And the peace of God flows o'er me ; 
 Ark, at rest, no longer tosses. 
 
 Rest of God thou art unto me ; 
 
 Take my heart within thy keeping, — 
 Lest the tempests wild undo me, 
 
 Guard it in its holy sleeping ; 
 Thou with tenderest love didst bless me, 
 And thy dove-like wings caress me, 
 
 When my lonely eyes are weeping. 
 
1 42 THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 
 
 Oh ! the joy of having known thee — 
 Blest remembrance leave me never ; 
 
 Oh ! the bliss of having shown thee 
 Love that lives and smiles forever ; 
 
 In all things I now may trace thee, 
 
 Holy rest, and ever place thee 
 
 Where from me can nought thee sever. 
 
 Holy Rest, shine ever through me, 
 Blessing every human creature ; 
 
 Holy, Heavenly Rest, renew me, 
 Beam with light in every feature ; 
 
 Lamp of God forever light me, 
 
 With unflickering flame invite me 
 To the Sabbath Day of Nature. 
 
THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 143 
 
 Holy Rest, do not forsake me, 
 
 When, with weary feet, I'm wending 
 
 Devious ways ; oh ! then re-take me, 
 With thyself my being blending, — 
 
 Ever let thy deep soul rest me, 
 
 And with smiles will I invest thee, 
 Smiles on rippling waters sending. 
 
 Smiles of joy beam ever on thee, 
 
 All thy pain away beguiling ; 
 Rest of God, descend upon me, 
 
 Where my soul sits, ever smiling ; 
 Oh ! my God doth new create me ; 
 And to heaven doth love translate me, 
 
 W T ith sweet words of comfort wiling. 
 
i 4 4 THE SONG OF HOLY REST. 
 
 Comforting Rest flows all around me 
 Like soft summer seas, that, flowing, 
 
 With their gentle waves surround me, 
 While my tresses, backward blowing, 
 
 Lie on water's breast,— I lay me 
 
 Where kind unseen arms convey me, 
 Floating where my heart is going. 
 
 How can tempest dark assail me 
 
 On this blue ethereal water ? 
 Such pure love can never fail thee ; 
 
 " God hath made him thine, O daughter ! " 
 " Yea, the winds and waves do love me, 
 With the smile of God above me ; " 
 
 " And the Rest her God hath brought her." 
 
M5 
 
 MAGNIFICAT. 
 
 " My soul doth magnify the Lord : and my spirit hath rejoiced 
 in God my Saviour. 
 
 " For he hath regarded the lowliness of his handmaiden. 
 
 " For, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me 
 blessed. 
 
 " For he that is mighty hath magnified me, and holy is his 
 name." 
 
 Thou lov'st my spirit, sailing far away 
 
 Amid blue seas and isles of glorious stars ; 
 
 Thou lov'st my soul, that lives in shining day 
 Of God's delight, and knows no bonds nor bars ; 
 
 And oh ! methinks thou lov'st my body, too, 
 
 And eyes, where spirit shines and soul pours through; 
 Since God hath healed sin's wounds and sorrow's scars. 
 
146 MAGNIFICAT. 
 
 What imperfections in me yet remain, 
 
 He shall, too, purge, and make me worthier friend ; 
 And we, our glorious heritage shall gain, 
 
 And rule our righteous kingdom in the end ; 
 Though long the day, we shall not be deterred 
 By any barrier of hope deferred, 
 
 Or any heavy cross that He may send. 
 
 " O friend ! my friend ! had I but loved thee more 
 When thou wast with me " — this my soul doth say, 
 
 Forgetting God's great love did wealth outpour, 
 More than a thousand voices could convey ; 
 
 The mighty One, Himself, did make thee see 
 
 His own illimitable majesty, 
 
 And made thy soul to worship and adore. 
 
MAGNIFICAT. 147 
 
 It is enough, O God, I am content — 
 
 Thou hast regarded me in lowliness ; 
 With my weak words Thy mighty voice was blent ; 
 
 And Thou reveal'dst to him true holiness ; 
 Thou fill'dst the weakness of my poor desire 
 With strength, that made his heart and soul aspire, 
 
 And Thy dear saving Name with joy confess. 
 
 I am content, O God, my cup is filled 
 To running over ; lo ! my table spread 
 
 With bounties ; and thy grace, like dew distilled, 
 Makes my land bloom ; thine oil anoints mine head ; 
 
 Thy peaceful streams through my green meadows flow ; 
 
 My vines do bud ; my fruit-tree blossoms blow ; 
 And heaven's blue dome expandeth overhead. 
 
148 MAGNIFICAT. 
 
 O Best Beloved, Thou perfect his soul, 
 
 And purge in fire seven times, as gold refined ; 
 
 At last we shall stand up, complete and whole, 
 The perfect image of our Father's mind — 
 
 All broken laws atoned, all sins made white ; 
 
 One mind, one heart — Perfection and Sweet Light, 
 Two souls made one, and both in God combined. 
 
 The pure and perfect Temple of our Lord, 
 
 Where, as a King enthroned, begins His reign, 
 
 His peaceful reign, that knows no slaying sword, 
 That comforts sorrows, heals and cleanses pain, 
 
 That wipes away all tears from every eye, 
 
 That death and hell o'ercomes with victory, 
 
 That soothes the wretched, and restores the slain. 
 
 
MAGNIFICAT 149 
 
 Build Thou a place, Immanuel, our King, 
 
 Where Thou canst come and rule in righteousness, 
 
 Where men unto Thy Throne can offerings bring, 
 And where the Priests of God can cleanse and bless 
 
 Holy of Holies, Sanctuary pure, 
 
 God set thee up upon foundations sure, 
 
 That Israel's woes in thee might find redress. 
 
150 
 
 THE REST OF GOD. Ezekiel xlvii. 
 
 " My delight is to be with the children of men." 
 
 Proverbs viii. 31. 
 
 "A gracious woman shall find glory." — Proverbs xi. 16. 
 
 " Behold, the Tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell 
 with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself with 
 them shall be their God. 
 
 " And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes : and death 
 shall be no more, nor mourning, nor crying, nor sorrow, shall 
 be any more, for the former things are passed away." 
 
 Revelation xxi. 3-4. 
 
 " To him that thirsteth I will give of the fountain of the water of 
 life freely. 
 
 " He that shall overcome shall possess these things, and I will 
 be his God, and he shall be my son." — Revelation xxi. 6-7. 
 
 Thou Rest of God — God-given, 
 Breath from the Towers of Heaven, 
 
 Eternal Sabbath Day ; 
 Thy Word divine me blesses, 
 And, 'neath Thy pure caresses, 
 
 My dross consumes awaj T . 
 
THE REST OF GOD. 151 
 
 O winds of God, fresh blowing ; 
 O streams of God, clear flowing 
 
 From out the holy place, 
 Cleanse, with thy holy waters, 
 Lost Israel's sons and daughters, 
 
 That they may see Thy Face. 
 
 Flow, like a mighty river, 
 Eastward and eastward ever, 
 
 Cleansing the great salt sea ; 
 And trees of God's own planting, 
 And fruits of God's own granting, 
 
 Shall grow each side of thee. 
 
 The leaves shall be for healing ; 
 The fruits, God's love revealing, 
 Shall ripen and expand ; 
 
152 THE REST OF GOD. 
 
 And, where the water rushes, 
 
 New life with vigour gushes, 
 
 And joy on every hand. 
 
 The Son of Man, He knoweth 
 Where'er this torrent floweth, 
 
 All creature-things shall live ; 
 The healing waters risen, 
 Now burst as from a prison, 
 
 And full salvation give. 
 
 Lo ! thou hast seen it, surely ; 
 Hold now this truth, so purely, 
 
 That nought can take away ; 
 And multitudes shall bless thee ; 
 And kings and queens confess thee- 
 
 The Daughter of the Day. 
 
153 
 
 THE CLOUDY TOWER. 
 
 "And thou, O cloudy tower of the flock, of the daughter of 
 Zion, unto thee shall it come : yea, the first power shall come, 
 the kingdom to the daughter of Jerusalem." — Michaes iv. 8. 
 
 I cannot hold my little love, 
 Though on my breast she lies, 
 
 Her spirit soars far up above, 
 And bends from out the skies ; 
 
 milk-white pearl, with eyes of dove, 
 Teach me thy law, and how to prove 
 
 Most pure within thine eyes. 
 
 1 kiss her small white tender hand — 
 She smiles with pleasant grace ; 
 
 O Queen of love's enchanted land, 
 
 Let me but read thy face ; 
 Some hidden wisdom- she doth know, 
 Like wells of light her eyes do glow, 
 
 And mystic lore I trace 
 
154 THE CLOUDY TOWER. 
 
 In every word of her sweet speech, 
 In quiet and modest brow — 
 
 I wonder what the angels teach, 
 And, are they speaking now ; 
 
 O tender, smiling, lovely eyes 
 
 That hide the joys of Paradise ! 
 Before that light I bow. 
 
 Teach me the song that angels sing, 
 Teach me how roses blow, 
 
 And how the wild bird soars on wing, 
 And where the spices grow : 
 
 Tell me of fishes of the deep, 
 
 And why men dream, and how they sleep 
 Thy wisdom I would know. 
 
THE CLOUDY TOWER. 155 
 
 Where didst thou gather hidden gems 
 
 Of earth, and sea, and air ? 
 Thy brow doth shine with diadems 
 
 Of many a queen most fair ; 
 And Egypt's wonders live in thee ; 
 Assyria builds thy canopy ; 
 
 And Babel decks thy hair. 
 
 O cloudy Tower of Zion, thou 
 With meek and modest mien. 
 
 A greater crown adorns thee now, 
 Lost Israel's chosen queen. 
 
 O let the flowers of summer spring 
 
 Beneath her feet, and roses fling, 
 And make her pathway green. 
 
156 THE CLOUDY TOWER. 
 
 O Tower that shin'st — white cloud by day, 
 And glowing fire by night — 
 
 Leading the people on their way 
 To realms of endless light ; 
 
 O cloudy Tower, we follow thee 
 
 From bondage unto liberty ; 
 Re-build the City bright. 
 
 And Jacob shall thy judgments learn, 
 
 And Israel thy laws ; 
 Our Fathers' God, our hearts shall turn 
 
 To join Thy righteous cause ; 
 And love, like a celestial fire, 
 Shall purify each heart's desire, 
 
 And purge from stains and flaws. 
 
THE CLOUDY TOWER. 157 
 
 Arise, O Daughter, rise, and tread ; 
 
 As iron shall be thy horn, 
 And brass thy hoofs : our sins lie dead 
 
 Beneath thy righteous scorn : 
 And many peoples shalt thou beat 
 In pieces 'neath thy righteous feet, 
 
 Till holiness be born. 
 
 O God, and who is like to Thee 
 
 That takest sins away 
 And castest them beneath the sea ? 
 
 Our Lord, to Thee we pray — 
 In mercy Thou hast set us right, 
 And called us forth, from death, to light 
 
 Of everlasting daw 
 
158 THE CLOUDY TOWER. 
 
 Thou hast remembered Abraham, 
 
 Thy chosen friend of old ; 
 Of Moses, Thou the great " I am " — 
 
 Thy Names are manifold, 
 And in them Israel lives again ; 
 Thou hast rebuilt, in eyes of men, 
 
 Thy temple of pure gold. 
 
 A Holy Nation, purified 
 
 And cleansed by searching fire, 
 
 Yea, seven times in furnace tried. 
 Till hearts to thee aspire ; 
 
 For thy delights in us are found, 
 
 When harps of earth and heaven resound 
 With mutual desire. 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
i6i 
 
 EARLY LOVE. 
 
 How I would like to be with thee alone 
 
 For days and days together, 
 To talk, and laugh, and sing till days were done, 
 
 In the blue, cloudless weather ; 
 To pluck bright flowers where sucks the honey-bee ; 
 To laugh again, when waters laughed, for glee ; 
 Oh ! shall we ever that sweet Eden see ? — 
 
 I wonder whether. 
 
 Would'st thou not like to be alone with me 
 
 Forever and forever ? 
 We'd know what things had been, and what should be, 
 
 And what should sever ; 
 Sometimes, as birds, we'd build our little nest ; 
 Sometimes, as dolphins, pierce the waves' bright crest ; 
 Each day would bring some new delightful quest, 
 
 We'd weary never. 
 
162 EARLY LOVE. 
 
 Oh ! are we not indeed as one alone, 
 
 Through all our lives together ? 
 Were not our fates writ on the selfsame stone ? 
 
 Our souls, in tether, 
 Move through all time in mutual ecstacy, 
 Bound in one fate and yet forever free, — 
 Sweetheart, this Eden ours shall ever be 
 Through wind and weather. 
 
 Yet, not alone, since saints in Paradise 
 
 Are with us ever, 
 Our prayers with theirs continually do rise, 
 
 Death cannot sever ; 
 Live in us, Lord, and let us live in Thee ; 
 Thine heart, the haven where we fain would be ; 
 Drawn by Thy cords of loving kindness, we 
 
 Would leave Thee never. 
 
THE THREAD RESUMED. 
 
165 
 
 A SONG OF HOLY DEATH. 
 I. 
 
 " The last enemy that shall be overcome is death.' 
 " To live is Christ, to die is gain." 
 
 Death, holy death, slayer of all things mortal ; 
 
 Death, holy death, be mine that I ma)' live ; 
 O sweet white death, fling wide for me the portal 
 
 That leads to Paradise — life to me give. 
 
 Yea, Christ hath taught me love indeed past knowing, 
 His overcoming makes sweet death my friend — 
 
 O mystery supreme, beyond all showing — 
 
 For life and death are one, in Him they blend, 
 
 O Heavenly Slayer ! Priest of God Eternal ! 
 
 What joys are born of death's pure sacrifice : 
 O Christ, Thou giver of the life supernal, 
 
 Our life is bought — Thy blood the precious price. 
 
166 A SONG OF HOLY DEATH. 
 
 Yea, every human thing by Thee made holy, 
 And death itself filled with supremest light, 
 
 For Thou didst glorify the manger lowly, 
 
 And made the sepulchre than sun more bright. 
 
 My marriage day shall be when death shall take me 
 And lead me, all triumphant, to my Spouse ; 
 
 There shall the songs of victory awake me, 
 
 There shall the conqueror's crown adorn my brows. 
 
 Love of Christ, that crowns e'en death the slayer, 
 And makes mine enemy my chosen friend, ' 
 
 1 grieve no more for sin, the sad betrayer, 
 
 Since I have seen what shall be at the end. 
 
 O victory supreme ! supreme surrender ! 
 
 O death in life ! O life death shall achieve ! 
 Surrounded now by thy celestial splendour, 
 
 Earth fades away — Christ Jesus, 1 believe ! 
 
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 A SONG OF HOLY DEATH. 
 II. 
 
 " Death is swallowed up in victory." 
 
 Shall it be soon, sweet Lord ? 
 
 Shall it be soon ? 
 Fade now the stars away, 
 The sun, the moon, 
 Fade too ; I only see Thy risen light ; 
 I only see Thy face, than stars more bright ; 
 Sinks now my soul in death's entrancing swoon ; 
 
 My brightest day 
 Floods with its splendour life's completest noon. 
 
1 68 A SONG OF HOLY DEATH. 
 
 Shall it be swift, dear Friend ? 
 
 Shall it be swift ? 
 The holy moment stay, 
 Or sword uplift 
 In angel hands ? — I saw it flash and gleam 
 In sweet fulfilment of my life's long dream — 
 I thought to clasp at once the precious gift — 
 
 It fades away, 
 Then flashes bright once more through cloudy rift. 
 
 Is the day near, my Spouse ? 
 
 Is the day near ? 
 My holy marriage day ? 
 Shall it appear • 
 With streaks of light faint glimmering in the east ? 
 Shall earth awake as to a glad new feast 
 Where not one eye shall shed a crystal tear, 
 
 Nor one hand lay 
 A wreath of sorrow on my bridal bier ? 
 
A SONG OF HOLY DEATH. 169 
 
 Though it be far, dear Lord, 
 
 Though it be far, 
 Yet it shall surely come ; 
 Bright luminous star 
 Of promise flash in my blue firmament — 
 The day is past, the night perchance far spent. 
 The east is glowing with a crimson bar, — 
 
 Star, call me home 
 Through whirlwind, rushing steeds and fiery car. 
 
 "Ask what thou wilt have me to do for thee before I be taken 
 away from thee. And Eliseus said, I beseech thee that in me may- 
 be thy double spirit. 
 
 " And he answered : thou hast asked a hard thing ; nevertheless, 
 if thou see me when I am taken from thee, thou shalt have what 
 thou hast asked ; but if thou see me not, thou shalt not have it. 
 
 " And as they went on walking and talking together, behold a 
 fiery chariot parted them both asunder, and Elias went up by a 
 whirlwind into heaven. 
 
 " And Eliseus saw him, and cried, my father, my father, the 
 chariot of Israel and the driver thereof. And he saw him no 
 more : and he took hold of his own garments and rent them in 
 two pieces. 
 
 "And he took up the mantle of Elias that fell on him." 
 
 IV. Kings ii. 9-13. 
 
170 
 
 SWAN SONG. 
 
 My swan song to thee I sing — 
 
 My last, my best ; 
 
 Dying upon thy breast ; 
 Folded my weary wing, 
 
 Folded to rest. 
 
 My swan song to heaven I raise, 
 
 Dying with thee ; 
 
 Prisoned souls flying free 
 In upward songs of praise ; 
 
 Dying for liberty. 
 
 Sweet death with thee to die, 
 
 Ah ! who would live ? 
 
 What has life now to give ? 
 Here let me lie — 
 
 Jesus, our souls receive. 
 
SWAN SONG. 171 
 
 Triumphant, my last low song 
 
 Sings of sweet death ; 
 
 O failing breath ! 
 One last sweet note prolong ; 
 
 Hear what Love saith. 
 
 " Lo ! how our barren waste 
 
 With flowers doth bloom ; 
 
 Light fills our narrow tomb— 
 Oh ! sweet foretaste, 
 
 Banished is gloom. 
 
 " Hark ! how angelic choirs 
 
 Through heaven resound ; 
 
 Beasts of earth crouch around ; 
 Our souls aspire 
 
 With upward bound. 
 
SWAN SONG. 
 
 " Hell cannot harm us now, 
 
 O hearts, rejoice ! 
 
 Sing with one voice ! 
 Martyr's crown on each brow — 
 
 Death is our choice ! " 
 
 " Brother, is Christ now risen ? " 
 
 " Yea, risen indeed, 
 
 Woman's own seed 
 Burst forth from prison ; 
 
 Filled is each human need." 
 
 " Brother, is Christ the Spouse ? 
 
 " Yea, my beloved, 
 
 He is approved 
 Chief of our ancient house — 
 
 Stone unremoved." 
 
SWAN SONG. 173 
 
 "Is my beloved thine ? " 
 
 "Yea, loved no less; 
 
 Christ Jesus bless, 
 Make our death so divine, 
 
 All shall confess 
 
 " Thee King of Judah's line ; 
 
 Love's tenderness 
 
 Thy wounds redress ; 
 Thy Bread and Living Wine 
 
 All love express." 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
 IN ME MORI AM. 
 
IN MEMO RI AM. 177 
 
 I. 
 
 Now art thou gone, my friend, now art thou gone — 
 Tossing no more on life's tempestuous sea, 
 Thy weary bark is moored, thy soul set free, 
 
 Thy prison empty, and thy journey done ; 
 
 O poor dumb soul, what music hast thou won 
 In thy new life ? What heights of ecstacy 
 Hath thy freed spirit gained ? What joys to be 
 
 For thee whose joy-life hath but now begun ? 
 
 Here wast thou dark ? — yet there thou shalt be light 
 Here wast thou dumb ? — there shall thy spirit sing 
 
 Thy way, confused, perplexed, shall be made right ; 
 God will accept thy lowly offering, 
 
 Thy stains shall melt away in His pure sight, 
 
 Thy harp resound when He shall touch the string. 
 
178 IN ME MORI AM. 
 
 II. 
 
 Rest, rest in peace ! Oh ! blessed be thy sleep, 
 
 May God's own slumbers soothe thy aching breast ; 
 
 May heavenly anthems lull thy soul to rest ; 
 May angel-eyes above thee vigil keep — 
 Soft eyes, serene, that now no longer weep 
 
 As these poor eyes of earth, by grief possessed ; 
 
 The kiss of peace on thy calm brows be pressed — 
 The seal of love that answers from the deep. 
 Yea, He shall answer, O thou tempest-tossed ! 
 
 Thou wandering sheep, strayed from the Shepherd's 
 fold- 
 Did He not seek to save that which was lost ? 
 
 And oh ! His ways of love are manifold ; 
 He ransomed thee at death's most bitter cost, 
 
 And made thy life precious as Ophir's gold. 
 
IN MEM OR I AM. 179 
 
 III. 
 
 Half of my life lies with thee in the grave, 
 Half of my hope is buried with thee too, 
 Half of my love, for oh ! my heart was true 
 
 In dawning youth when its pure faith I gave 
 
 In patient trust, hoping its life might save 
 
 From wrecking time ; new springs will bud anew, 
 And summer skies spread their expanse of blue — 
 
 But will no season yield the past I crave ? 
 
 Now thou art dead, the gulf is not so wide, 
 Peace reigns in either breast, in either heart, 
 
 And where peace dwells, there love must too abide ; 
 Our mutual death doth mutual life impart, 
 
 Yea, holy death makes me, at last, thy Bride — 
 The veil is rent, I see thee as thou art ! 
 
Part IV 
 
 THE NEW EARTH 
 
i83 
 
 DEATH IN LIFE. 
 
 Away from thee I die, 
 
 Yet death is sweet to me, 
 For then my soul doth freely fly 
 
 To find its rest in thee. 
 
 Away from thee I fade 
 
 As rose torn from its tree, 
 From whose crushed leaves the perfume made, 
 
 Doth rise in incense free. 
 
 So, from our living death, 
 
 A freer life doth spring ; 
 From fainting heart and failing breath, 
 
 Love mounts on airy wing. 
 
ISRAEL. 
 I. 
 
 Turn again our captivity, O Lord, as the streams in the south. 
 
 I walk in the land of death — 
 Oh ! when will my love awaken ? 
 
 Come, with life-giving breath, 
 
 To his love, to his long-forsaken ? 
 
 I walk in the land of gloom — 
 
 When will my garden bloom ? 
 
 When from my barren tomb 
 Shall I be taken? 
 
 I live in the land of shades — 
 
 Are the mists dispelling ? 
 Will the sun light my gloomy glades 
 
 With his gladness, quelling 
 Sorrows and bitter tears — 
 Harvest of stormy years, 
 Banish the cloudy fears, 
 
 Joy-life compelling ? 
 
i8< 
 
 THE PARADISICAL GARDEN OF ROSESS 
 
 Oh ! my love is like a garden of continual delights — 
 I walk beneath the apple-tree and pluck the fragrant 
 flowers, 
 
 His cooling shade doth shelter me, his fruit my soul 
 invites 
 
 To taste its honeyed, spicy sweets, and rest 'neath 
 leafy bowers. 
 
 Oh ! my love is like a garden where the red pome- 
 granates grow, 
 And grapes put forth their tender bloom and give a 
 goodly smell, 
 
 Where gush the cooling fountains when the soft south 
 winds do blow, 
 
 Where the pleasant blossoms flourish, and the figs 
 begin to swell. 
 
1 86 " THE PARADISICAL GARDEN OF ROSES." 
 
 Oh ! my love is like a garden of cool refreshing shade, 
 
 I sat beneath his shadow and drank his spiced wine, 
 
 His banner — Love — was over me, my fainting soul he 
 stayed 
 
 With fairest flowers and apples ; oh ! my best beloved 
 is mine. 
 
 Yea, my love is like the shadow of a goodly apple-tree, 
 He calls me his fair Lily, he calls me Sharon's Rose ; 
 
 My desire to my beloved, and his desire to me — 
 
 Among the thorns I am his flower ; he, fairest tree 
 that grows. 
 
i8 7 
 
 A BATTLE CALL. 
 
 "In the name of our God we will set up our banners." — 
 
 Psalm xx. 5. 
 
 Wake ! for the light grows bright behind the hills, 
 
 Wake ! for the star is glimmering in the east, 
 
 Wake ! for the trump the silence breaks and thrills, 
 
 With four-fold power of angel, man, and bird, and 
 beast. 
 
 Wake ! for the day-spring draweth nigh, more nigh, 
 Red grows the dawning of the coming day, 
 
 Breaks now the splendour in the eastern sky, 
 
 The conquering race has risen the evil power to slay. 
 
 Spread wide thy banners on the east and west, 
 Lift high thy standards on the north and south, 
 
 Summon thy mighty ones, the hosts of Israel blest, 
 Blow, blow the trumpet loud from priestly mouth. 
 
A BATTLE CALL. 
 
 Wake, Israel ! wake ! lost Israel, to thy tents, 
 
 Thy God hath called thee, with thunders in His 
 voice ; 
 
 The Bridegroom swiftly rideth, the willing Bride 
 consents — 
 Oh ! bring her forth rejoicing and hail a people's 
 choice. 
 
 Flash, flash ye lightnings, far from eastern skies, 
 Reddening the west with keen and glorious flame ; 
 
 Loud roars the whirlwind, chaff and stubble flies, 
 Our idols fall and perish before His wondrous Name. 
 
 Come, glorious Spirit, rewarder of the meek ; 
 
 Come, chosen people, reclaim the promised land ; 
 Come, wandering exiles, again your country seek ; 
 
 Ye multitudes of heaven as numberless as sand. 
 
A BATTLE CALL. 189 
 
 O Israel's God, restore us, restore Thy chosen race, 
 
 Build Jerusalem, our City, and crown our chosen 
 queen, 
 Bring the Exiled and the Hidden, each one to his 
 own place, 
 
 And let Thy glory cover us with bright and cloudy 
 sheen. 
 
 Let the nations fear before us ; let us come beneath 
 Thy Hand ; 
 
 With outstretched Arm deliver us, Almighty God, 
 our King ; 
 
 Give us Abraham's inheritance — bright Canaan's 
 promised land ; 
 
 Let the captives, now returning, with joy exult and 
 sing. 
 
 Jerusalem, our City, we love her very stones, 
 
 Her walls are our salvation, her pearly gates are 
 praise ; 
 
igo A BATTLE CALL. 
 
 And the Holy Land, that sepulchred our fathers' 
 sacred bones, 
 
 Is the Land where God's own glory those mighty 
 bones shall raise. 
 
 O God, who chose our father, great Abraham, for 
 friend, 
 
 Who blest the barren Sarah with holy fruitful seed, 
 
 Again Thy mercy blesseth us, again Thy dews descend, 
 
 And all the house of Israel are filled beyond their 
 need. 
 
 Again the fig-trees flourish, again the deserts bloom ; 
 
 The wasted City 's builded, the Holy Place restored ; 
 
 Burst forth in singing, barren one, for lo ! thy fruitful 
 womb 
 
 Hath given us Immanuel, our God and Man adored. 
 
A BATTLE CALL. 191 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice ! sing praises with pipes, and harp, 
 and lute, 
 
 With trumpets, and with minstrelsy, ten thousand 
 voices raise ; 
 
 He shall sit as a refiner, and our earth to gold 
 transmute — 
 
 Our Alpha and Omega, our Ancient One of Days. 
 
ig2 
 
 y/ LOVE SONG. 
 
 White Dove, bright Dove, in rocky clefts abiding, 
 
 Let me see thy countenance, oh ! let me hear thy 
 voice ; 
 
 White Dove, bright Dove, in rock) 7 places hiding, 
 Coo to me, and sing to me, and make my heart 
 rejoice. 
 
 Bright Dove, white Dove, lonely am I waiting, 
 
 Let me see thy countenance with soft and tender 
 eyes ; 
 
 Bright Dove, white Dove, other birds are mating, 
 
 Coo to me, and sing to me, before the red rose dies. 
 
 Lone love, one love, fades the night in morning, 
 
 Far behind the brown old hills the reddening light 
 doth glow ; 
 
LOVE SONG. 193 
 
 Arise, my love, my fair one, make haste to thine 
 adorning, 
 
 And come unto the valleys where a thousand roses 
 blow. 
 
 Fleet love, sweet love, all the earth is springing, 
 
 Green the pastures spreading rich with verdure new ; 
 
 Sweet love, fleet love, come with gladness, bringing 
 Blessings of the spring-tide like soft distilling dew. 
 
ig 4 
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE TO THE ROSE. 
 
 O sweet red Rose ! 
 
 O Rose with heart of fire ! 
 O sweet red Rose ! 
 
 O Rose of my desire ! 
 The south wind woos thee, yea, the soft breeze blows 
 Open, my Rose, 
 
 Before my heart expire ! 
 
 O sweet red Rose ! 
 
 My heart doth faint for thee ; 
 Soft leaves, unclose, 
 
 Let in thy honey-bee ; 
 On thy fair bosom let thy love repose ; 
 My fragrant Rose, 
 
 Open thy heart to me. 
 
THE NIGHTINGALE TO THE ROSE. 195 
 
 O sweet red Rose ! 
 
 How swift the dark night flies, 
 How stealthily she goes ; 
 
 Gray dawn in eastern skies 
 Is breaking, soon a golden glory glows ; 
 My eastern Rose, 
 
 Open thy dove-like eyes. 
 
 O sweet red Rose ! 
 
 Behind the eastern hills 
 The red sun glows, 
 
 His light the morning fills 
 With gladness, and the dancing river flows, 
 While the eternal snows 
 .Blush red with sudden thrills. 
 
iq6 THE NIGHTINGALE TO THE ROSE. 
 
 O Rose, red Rose ! 
 
 Rose of my heart's desire, 
 The south wind blows, 
 
 Open thy heart of fire ; 
 On thy soft bosom let thy love repose, 
 My own sweet Rose, 
 
 Before thy life expire. 
 
 Yea, in a single night my red Rose bloomed, 
 
 In a single night she oped her heart, 
 
 And there, among the petals, is m}^ soul entranced, 
 entombed, 
 
 Pierced by the sweetness of Love's dart. 
 
197 
 
 THE SILENT HARP. 
 
 I. 
 
 Oh ! for the Harp that should again awake 
 The sleepers, and the dreamers, and the dead ; 
 
 Oh ! for the trump that should this silence break, 
 'Till scattered Israel flock to Christ, the Head ; 
 
 O voice of thunder, shake their dread repose ! 
 
 O voice of merc} r , heal their ancient woes ! 
 
 God of my fathers, let the Word be said. 
 
 Your barren land unfruitful is — untilled ; 
 
 Ye wandering exiles, doomed afar to roam, 
 On alien soil }^our sacred blood is spilled ; 
 
 Your country desolate of shrine or home ; 
 Your altar fires have long since ceased to burn ; 
 O chosen people ! when will ye return ? — 
 
 Cast now on many shores like wind-blown foam, 
 
iq8 THE SILENT HARP. 
 
 Might I but sing, once more, the frozen strain, 
 'Till memor} T woke deep echoes in your breasts ; 
 
 Yea, though the life recalled should come through pain, 
 I would sing on as one who never rests 
 
 "Till longed for goal be won ; my heart, on fire, 
 
 Shall burn 'till Israel's hearts wake with desire 
 
 To hear the Word fulfilling Love's behests. 
 
 Might I but light the sacrificial flame ; 
 
 Lost Israel, the nations wait for thee ! 
 Might I but speak the Holy wondrous Name, 
 
 The Truth, the blessed Truth, that makes us free ; 
 O dear Jerusalem, when I forget 
 Thine exiles, let m} r sun forever set, 
 
 Teach me no more thy law of liberty. 
 
THE SILEXT HARP. 193 
 
 Might I but draw the tribes with bands of love, 
 And comfort all God's people with my voice, 
 
 As tenderly as a full-throated dove 
 
 Sings to its mate, would I their hearts rejoice 
 
 With songs of-Zion, } T ea, with songs of praise 
 
 And exultation as in olden days ; 
 
 Your fathers' God again makes you His choice. 
 
 Yea, as the Bridegroom honoureth the Bride 
 With love, and all her beauty doth adorn. 
 
 So cometh now thy King, the Crucified, 
 
 To heal thy wounds and wipe away thy scorn ; 
 
 Your fathers' curse came down the ages past, 
 
 But, oh ! the children shall be blest at last, 
 For Israel's glory — risen Christ — was born: 
 
THE SILENT HARP. 
 
 A Light to lighten all the Gentile lands- 
 
 His Bride He shall adorn with Israel's crown, 
 The Throne of David now forever stands — 
 
 A Child to us is born in Bethlehem town, 
 A Child that shall forever be our King — 
 To Him our offerings and our tribute bring ; 
 
 O Wonderful ! O Counsellor of renown ! 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
20 3 
 
 WHEN. 
 
 When I am gone, 
 Read what my hand hath writ : 
 O Love ! love on 
 
 Over my silent head ; 
 When summer swallows to the southward flit. 
 
 And every drooping flower is withered, 
 When sings no more the drowsy honey-bee. 
 When the last leaf has fallen from the tree — 
 Remember, Love, the words that I have said. 
 
 When sunset skies 
 Grow dark with coming night, 
 Then turn thine eyes : 
 Beyond the solemn sea 
 Another morning waits ; the dawn's gray light 
 
 Shall break once more, mine own, for thee and me,- 
 There waits the love death hath no power to slay, 
 There breaks the morn of love's perpetual da}", 
 There shall the prisoned soul from chains go free. 
 
2o 4 WHEN. 
 
 When death draws near, 
 Cover my weary face, — 
 I shall not fear, 
 
 But wait with quiet soul ; 
 Beside the sea be my last resting place, 
 
 Where I can hear the far waves beat and roll, — 
 Watching the sea-birds wheel above thy head, 
 Thou wilt not dream of me among the dead, 
 But feel my spirit their white wings control. 
 
 When life is past, 
 Gone like a restless dream ; 
 When at the last 
 
 I see the vision fade, 
 Thy sighs of love shall waft me o'er the stream 
 
 Whose swift strong current no man yet hath stayed 
 Oh ! fill my heart with blessings of deep rest, 
 Pillow my weary head upon thy breast, 
 
 And weep no more when in the grave I'm laid. 
 
THE THREAD RESUMED. 
 
207 
 
 HEBREW PRAYERS. 
 
 " O sound thy great cornet as a signal for our freedom : and 
 lift up thy banner to collect our captives, and gather us speedily 
 together from the four corners of the earth, unto our own land. 
 Blessed art thou O Lord ! who gatherest together the outcasts 
 of thy people Israel." 
 
 " Oh ! restore our judges as aforetime, and our counsellors as 
 at the beginning ; and remove from us sorrow and sighing : and 
 speedily, O Lord ! reign thou alone over us in mercy, righteousness 
 and justice. Blessed art thou, O Lord ! the King who lovest 
 righteousness and justice." 
 
 " Oh ! dwell in the midst of Jerusalem, thy city, as thou hast 
 spoken, and speedily establish therein the throne of David, oh ! 
 build it speedily in our days, a structure of everlasting fame. 
 Blessed art thou, O Lord, who buildest Jerusalem." 
 
 Joy, like a fire, burns within one, when I bring to mind how 
 I went forth from Egypt. But I can only raise lamentations 
 when I remember how I went forth from Jerusalem." 
 
208 
 
 THE NINTH OF AB* 
 
 Come, mourn with me for one who sits alone 
 
 And solitary as the desert bird, 
 Come, weep with me, and let our tears atone ; 
 
 Shall Zion's songs of joy no more be heard ? 
 To comfort her distress she hath found none, 
 She suffers for the deeds she hath not done. 
 
 The fathers sinned, and now the children weep, 
 With tears is choked the music of the voice, 
 
 They sowed the wind, and we the whirlwind reap ; 
 Oh ! when shall Israel, as of old, rejoice ? 
 
 Thou, watching her, dost slumber not nor sleep, 
 
 Through the long night Thou dost Thy vigil keep. 
 
 * A Fast-day of the Jews on which they commemorate their 
 departure from Jerusalem. 
 
THE XI NTH OF AB. zoq 
 
 Thou hast not pitied us, Thou hast pulled down, 
 Thou hast fulfilled all Thy righteous Word ; 
 
 Long in the dust hath lain Jerusalem's crown, 
 Her men and maidens victims of the sword, 
 
 Yea desolate sits our city of renown, 
 
 For no one buildeth up great David's town. 
 
 THE VOICE OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 Peace, He will comfort you in banishment ; 
 
 Peace, He will heal the breach, and still your cries 
 Behold, the heavenly Dove to you is sent ; 
 
 The Comforter, with subtlest tones, replies ; 
 Your many wails at length the Heavens have rent, 
 And choirs above with earthly choirs are blent. 
 
THE PEOPLE. 
 
 The Name of Sovereign Great be sanctified ; 
 
 Renew our life, O Lord ! revive the dead ; 
 Prepare Thy people as Thy chosen Bride, 
 
 And place the crown once more on Israel's head ; 
 Rebuild Jerusalem — let her tears be dried, 
 She sufTereth long — let her be justified. 
 
THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 
 When we go forth, 
 From East and West return, 
 From South and North ; 
 From Egypt we went forth in days of old 
 Our wondrous triumph shall again be told. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 Our days of mourning past,^ 
 
 We weep no more ; 
 Our fathers' God, at last 
 Doth life restore ; 
 With many tears we left Jerusalem, 
 The wrath of God cast down our diadem. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
2 THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 My house He hath rebuilt — 
 
 The cloud abides ; 
 He hath wiped out my guilt, 
 And none derides ; 
 He shall restore us to our promised land, 
 And strengthen us with His Almighty Hand. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 He blesseth us with corn, 
 
 And wine, and oil ; 
 Exalteth Israel's horn ; 
 Rewards our toil. 
 Forth from Jerusalem in grief we went — 
 Outcasts in many lands, by sorrow sent. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 213 
 
 By Babel's streams I wept — 
 
 Now do I sing ; 
 Our harps on willows slept — 
 With joy they ring ; 
 And tuneful voices chant sweet melodies ; 
 And lute and lyre awake to songs of praise. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 With glory, forth I came 
 
 From Egypt's night, 
 Sustained by Thy great Name 
 And wondrous might ; 
 When from Jerusalem I did depart, 
 The sharpened sword was ready for my heart, 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
214 THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 With days of sabbath rest, 
 
 With sign, and feast, 
 Our coming forth was blest 
 From great to least ; 
 But from Jerusalem with mourning fast 
 I went, and mourn till exile shall be past. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 There were divisions four, 
 
 And goodly tents, 
 Beside the Red Sea's shore ; 
 Now battlements 
 Our tribe withstand ; and warring Ishmaelites 
 A sword of flame Jerusalem's exiles smites. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 215 
 
 The year for land's release 
 
 Was then ordained, 
 Then rest and fruits' increase 
 The land obtained ; 
 But when we left Jerusalem land was sold 
 Forever ; and our homes the aliens hold. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 When Egypt I resigned, — 
 
 The Ark was made, 
 The Mercy-seat designed, 
 And stones were laid 
 For a memorial ; but when I left 
 Jerusalem, I was of all bereft. 
 
 Jo}^ like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
2i 6 THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 Levites were there, and Priests — 
 
 Threescore and ten 
 Elders ; and solemn feasts 
 Ordained were then ; 
 But when Jerusalem was left behind, 
 All men oppressed us with one common mind. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 From Egypt wandering, — 
 
 Moses me fed, 
 And Miriam's voice did ring, 
 Aaron me led ; 
 But I of Adrian was sore oppressed, 
 When of Jerusalem no more possessed. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 217 
 
 When for victorious right 
 
 We did prepare, 
 We saw the cloudy light, 
 The Lord was there ; 
 When from Jerusalem we wandered far, 
 He guided us no more by cloud or star. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 The secret place within 
 
 The holy veil — 
 Where cleansed is Israel's sin, 
 Where prayers prevail — 
 Ordained was when the Lord led me forth 
 From Egypt; but Jerusalem met His wrath. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
2i8 THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 With whole burnt offering 
 
 And sacrifice 
 Of fire, we gifts did bring, 
 And all sweet spice ; 
 When from Jerusalem my face was set, 
 The precious children sword and whirlwind met. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 Bonnets of honour, worn 
 
 By holy Priests, 
 Whose glory did adorn 
 Our ancient feasts ; 
 When from Jerusalem, uncrowned, we came, 
 Our glory turned to scorn, honour to shame. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 219 
 
 The plate of gold, for power, 
 ' On me conferred ; 
 Dominion was my dower ; 
 I was preferred 
 Above the other nations ; now no more 
 Is seen the crown Jerusalem proudly wore. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 With prophecy He led 
 
 From Egypt's soil, 
 On heavenly manna fed, 
 Redeemed from toil 
 Of cruel tasks, our hosts ; His presence blest 
 His people, gave them days of sabbath rest. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
> THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 Jerusalem once lost, 
 
 With souls unclean, 
 We wandered, tempest-tossed, 
 No pathway seen 
 When from our City we were rudely thrust 
 To meet the sword or bow us in the dust. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
 I had a glorious song 
 
 Of triumph when 
 I o'ercame Egypt's wrong ; 
 Salvation then 
 Rang in the trumpets' loud and silvery blast, 
 When Pharaoh's hosts in the Red Sea were cast. 
 Joy like a lire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 23 r 
 
 Our children's wailing cries 
 
 • And piercing groans 
 
 Resounded to the skies 
 When Temple stones 
 Were scattered, and Jerusalem to the ground 
 Was razed ; her exiled sons to bondage bound. 
 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 
 When we return, 
 
 Our candlestick re-light ; 
 
 Our table spread ; 
 Our ancient woes requite ; 
 Let us be fed ; 
 Again be sanctified by Holy Flame ; 
 Again be led by power of wondrous Name. 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
2 THE SONG OF DELIVERANCE. 
 
 When shall we cease to mourn 
 
 Our fallen crown ? 
 Immanuel, art Thou born 
 In Bethlehem town ? 
 Restore the Kingdom, O our Righteous King 
 With songs of gladness back Thy people bring 
 Joy like a fire shall burn 
 When we return. 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
225 
 
 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 I. 
 
 "And thus we must be bound with the woman till we send 
 
 her to the grave, and then shall she be a Shadow and a Figure ; 
 
 and the Virgin shall be our Bride and precious dower." — "The 
 
 Three Principles." 
 
 Jacob Behmen. 
 
 The dark eyes of my lover 
 Shine in the pale moonlight, 
 
 And the curls upon his brow 
 
 Are wet with the dews of night : 
 
 And to my heart he presses 
 
 With a thousand fond caresses. 
 Doth my love his love requite ? 
 
 Kiss not my lips, fond lover, 
 Red lips will soon grow pale, 
 
 And though their speech be now 
 As the song of the nightingale, 
 
226 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 Believe not their consenting, 
 For death knows no relenting, 
 And prayers will not prevail. 
 
 Why wilt thou love a shadow, 
 A dream born of the night ? 
 
 Why should I plight a vow 
 
 To break with the morning's light ? 
 
 Thou canst not seize and bind me ; 
 
 Thy love will never find me 
 In the grave, far out of sight. 
 
227 
 
 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 II. 
 
 I saw the moon behind a fleecy veil ; 
 
 I looked and saw my lover's cheek grow pale, — 
 
 " Why dost thou sigh ? " 
 " Alas ! my soul, my heart doth faint and fail 
 
 Lest thou should'st die." 
 
 I said " Our love, like the moon's silver bow. 
 Soon to a round and golden fruit will grow ; 
 
 Why dost thou weep ? " 
 41 Oh ! lest those eyes, that now so brightly glow, 
 
 Should close in sleep ; 
 
 " And then, oh ! then would wane my harvest moon, 
 And then my winter nights come all too soon ; 
 
 If thou should'st fade, 
 Let me, love, sink with thee in death's deep swoon, 
 
 Heart-pulses stayed. - ' 
 
228 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 I said " Our harvest moon will grow more bright, 
 Dear heart, for many a long warm summer night, 
 
 Why dost thou fear ? " 
 " Thy little hands, love, are so cold and white, 
 
 Thine eyes so clear ; 
 
 " Yet lay thy hands upon my burning brow. 
 And give me kiss for kiss, and vow for vow. 
 
 My only love ; 
 Death shall not steal my bride clasped closely now, 
 
 Nor woo my dove." 
 
 She laid her head upon his yearning breast, 
 • And softly sighed her soul away to rest ; 
 
 O failing breath ! 
 Love cannot stay thee from immortal quest, 
 
 Nor vanquish death. 
 
229 
 
 SONG. 
 
 O my lady ! O my lady ! 
 In the garden cool and shady ; 
 Roses in thy finger-tips, 
 Warm red roses on thy lips ; 
 See the honey-bee that sips 
 Honey from the roses' lips. 
 
 O my lady ! O my lady ! 
 'Neath the branches cool and shady 
 Where the warm red roses blow, 
 Comes a honey-bee I know, 
 Sings a love-song sweet and low — 
 
 Lovers' songs are sweet I know. 
 
2 3 o SONG. 
 
 O my lad} T ! O my lady ! 
 When the night grows cool and shady, 
 When the moon shines round and red, 
 When the honey-bee hath fled, 
 Comes the nightingale instead, 
 Singing when the bee hath fled. 
 
THE THREAD RESUMED. 
 
233 
 
 ISRAEL. 
 
 II. 
 
 " Mine eyes fail in watching for the fulfilment of thy promise, 
 saying, when wilt thou comfort me ? " 
 
 My soul is weary waiting — 
 
 Waiting for the day, 
 Oh ! when will come the morning 
 
 That I may flee away ? 
 Oh ! when will come the morning ? 
 
 Oh ! when will end the night ? 
 Oh ! when will rise my glorious sun 
 
 In floods of golden light. 
 
234 ISRAEL. 
 
 My heart is wear}^ weeping, 
 
 Mine eyes are wet with tears, 
 Oh ! when will come the daybreak, 
 
 Dispelling clouds and fears ? 
 Oh ! when will come the daybreak, 
 
 My resurrection morn, 
 When I, as one among the dead, 
 
 To life shall be re-born ? 
 
 When I among the nations 
 
 Again shall take my place. 
 My crown restored in glory, 
 
 Recalled mine exiled race ; 
 My crown restored in glory, 
 
 Replanted mine own land, 
 Rejoicing then in Israel's God 
 
 Who stretched forth His hand 
 
ISRAEL. 235 
 
 And shook the earth beneath us, 
 
 And shook the heavens above, 
 And woke all hearts to praise Him 
 
 With tones of mighty love, 
 Who woke all hearts to praise Him ; 
 
 His chosen race he set 
 An ensign for the people — 
 
 A shining coronet. 
 
 Then shall the songs of Judah 
 
 Again be songs of praise, 
 His harps no more lamenting 
 
 The long and barren days, 
 His harps no more lamenting 
 
 By Babylonian streams, 
 But filled with plenteous vision 
 
 And clear prophetic dreams. 
 
236 ISRAEL. 
 
 His eyes no longer darkened 
 
 But gifted with strange light, 
 Beholding cloudy pillar 
 
 By day, and fire by night, 
 Beholding cloudy pillar, 
 
 Beholding Bethlehem's star, 
 Guiding him through the desert, 
 
 To promised land afar. 
 
 My face toward Jerusalem 
 
 I now again will turn ; 
 The silver trump resounding, 
 
 Joy like a fire shall burn ; 
 The silver trump resounding, 
 
 Shall call the people forth ; 
 Oh ! come from East, and come from West, 
 
 And come from South and North. 
 
ISRAEL. 237 
 
 Again, ye exiled people, 
 
 To your own country come, 
 Return ye priestly nation, 
 
 Your God hath called you home, 
 Return ye priestly nation, 
 
 Thou joy of the whole earth, 
 Break forth again with singing, 
 
 Whom God hath given re-birth. 
 
2 3 8 
 
 TWO VOICES. 
 
 And dost thou love me ? — lo ! thou art repaid, 
 
 For something of me is forever thine ; 
 
 The sun and moon with softer glory shine ; 
 Mysterious splendour fills the moonlit glade ; 
 And deeper meaning now hath been conveyed, 
 
 Through Nature's moods, from out thy heart to mine. 
 
 Have we not tasted of the draught divine ? 
 And seen the wondrous power of God displayed ? 
 The clouds are brighter now because thine eyes 
 
 Have looked on them with me, the skies more clear, 
 The flowers are tinged with softer, richer dyes, 
 
 The starry splendours bring thy spirit near, 
 Within my soul a mirrored heaven lies', 
 
 And at thy coming, sorrows disappear. 
 
■yj 
 
 THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 " The Word, the Redeemed is such as needs to be washed, 
 and cleansed, and clothed upon. 
 
 " In her lives the Imrah, the Word which is distilled and 
 purified." 
 
 " The feminine Imrah, or seven times purified words of 
 Elohah and of Jehovah." 
 
 "It is a quickening Word, which comforts in affliction, and 
 is the reward of all who keep Jehovah's precepts." 
 
 Mrs. Brewster Macpherson. 
 
 I am beloved of the Prince of the garden of pleasure, 
 
 I am beloved ; 
 
 I am his pearl, and his dove, and his heart's hidden 
 treasure, 
 
 I am approved ; 
 
 To-day he has given his love, oh ! his love without 
 measure, 
 
 Which can never be moved. 
 
2 4 o THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 He has called me " Beloved of my soul," and my heart 
 beats, repeating 
 
 " Beloved of my soul," 
 And my blood dances swift through my veins in a 
 musical beating ; 
 
 The twin currents roll, 
 Pouring forth their wild love, then again to their centre 
 retreating 
 
 Under righteous control. 
 
 O king of my life's hidden spring ! O lord of my being I 
 
 Beloved of my heart ; 
 Our lips breathed one prayer, and our souls, in a 
 sudden, agreeing, 
 
 Knit, joining each part 
 Of the long-severed Word that the prophets beheld in 
 their seeing — 
 
 Beloved thou art. 
 
THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 241 
 
 The long-severed name of the Lord we are loving and 
 fearing ; 
 
 Our Sabbaths of rest 
 Do welcome the Son ; the Redeemed hail the Bride- 
 groom's appearing — 
 
 His Name ever blest ; 
 
 The Word in our hearts spoken now, in soft accents 
 endearing, 
 
 With joy is confest. 
 
 Yea ! Imrah — -the Word, the Redeemed, the Bride of 
 the Morning, 
 
 The joy of the earth ; 
 
 O Imrah, beloved, whom the world had outcast in its 
 scorning, 
 
 Rejoice in thy birth ; 
 
 Ten thousands shall bless thee and bring thee thy gems 
 of adorning, 
 
 And comfort thy dearth. 
 
242 THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 The gifts of thy lover, with gladness and joy, now 
 receiving — 
 
 The jewels and crown ; 
 
 Thou hast trusted in Israel's God, and behold, thy 
 believing 
 
 Shall make thy renown ; 
 
 Thy comforting love shall flow forth with a boundless 
 relieving, 
 
 Re-building the Town. 
 
 Thou art builded like Eve — from a man, thou art 
 builded for blessing, 
 
 And thou shalt be blest ; 
 
 Thy vineyard shall yield the best grapes with our 
 pruning and dressing, 
 
 Yea, thy vine shall be dressed, 
 
 And our Dove shall return to her land and receive our 
 caressing, 
 
 And build her soft nest. 
 
THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 243 
 
 Thou comest with wine and with joy, O Jerusalem's 
 daughter — 
 
 Thou comest with love, 
 And thy wine, like the wine of the Master that turned 
 from water, 
 
 Brings joy from above, 
 For Wisdom, thy Mother, instructed her daughter and 
 taught her ; 
 
 Thou art Israel's Dove ! 
 
 Thou comest with love and the Olive — the Branch thou 
 art bearing — 
 
 The promise of peace ; 
 
 And all the wild tumults of waters art braving and 
 sharing 
 
 To bring our release ; 
 
 And thy voice, in sweet accents of love, now to us is 
 declaring 
 
 That tumults shall cease. 
 
244 THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 O Israel's Dove, hie thee swift, for our lone hearts are 
 waiting 
 
 And calling for thee ; 
 
 Art thou near, O my Dove ? Are the waters of strife 
 now abating 
 
 O'er the wide rolling sea ? 
 
 Or are the fierce waves of destruction their cruelty 
 sating 
 
 On the bond and the free ? 
 
 O Dove of our peace, hie thee swift, and thy love shall 
 restore us — 
 
 Thou art Israel's dower ; 
 Thy banner of love soon in triumph shall flutter before 
 us — 
 
 The symbol of power ; 
 And a voice from the sky shall descend like a vast 
 blessing o'er us — 
 
 Behold here thy tower. 
 
THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 245 
 
 Yea, tower of our strength, rocky fortress, a thousand 
 defending 
 
 By power of the Word ; 
 
 O accents where justice and love in accord now are 
 blending, 
 
 Yet sharper than sword ; 
 
 Thou fire that consumest our sins, yet, in mercy 
 descending, 
 
 Revealest the Lord. 
 
 Lo ! our desert doth bloom, and our wells of fresh 
 water, upspringing, 
 
 Shall comfort and heal ; 
 
 Our mourning shall turn into joy, and our sadness to 
 singing, 
 
 For thou dost reveal 
 
 The deep hidden treasures of Wisdom, to light thou 
 art bringing 
 
 What time did conceal. 
 
246 THE KING'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 Oh ! turn us again Father-God, yea, our hearts are 
 returning, 
 
 Our faces are set ; 
 
 Jerusalem, our Mother, for thee all thy children are 
 yearning ; 
 
 Shall Judah forget ? 
 
 Lo ! the altar fires deep in our souls are rekindled 
 and burning, 
 
 Our eyes still are wet. 
 
 Oh ! bring us again to our land, let the loud trumpet 
 calling, 
 
 Gather in from afar ; 
 
 The temples of Babel are shattered, the stones now 
 are falling — 
 
 Follow Bethlehem's star, 
 
 It has risen in splendour ; comes now, with a beauty 
 appalling, 
 
 The chariot car. 
 
2 4 7 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 " Prayer is Israel's only weapon, a weapon inherited from its 
 fathers, a weapon tried in a thousand battles." — The Talmud. 
 
 "Watch and pray lest ye enter into temptation." 
 
 If temptation bar thy way, 
 Ceaseless watch and ceaseless -pray- 
 Evil powers, resisted, flee, 
 Prayer shall give thee victoiy. 
 
 If there lurketh secret sin, 
 Hidden deep the heart within — 
 Ceaseless watch and ceaseless pray, 
 Prayer the evil power shall slay. 
 
248 PRAYER. 
 
 If the soul, o'erwhelmed with pain, 
 Feeleth deadly foes regain, 
 For a moment, rule and power — 
 Prayer shall rescue in that hour. 
 
 Watch and pray, thy God shall hear- 
 " Trouble not your hearts -with fear " 
 Brother, Rescuer, and Friend, 
 Be Thou with us to the end. 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
"Love your wife like yourself, honour her more than yourself: 
 whosoever lives unmarried, lives without joy, without comfort, 
 without blessing. * * * He who sees his wife die before him, 
 has, as it were, been present at the destruction of the sanctuary 
 itself; around him the world grows dark. * * * It is woman 
 alone through whom God's blessings are vouchsafed to a house. 
 She teaches the children, speeds the husband to the place of 
 worship and instruction, welcomes him when he returns, keeps 
 the house godly and pure, and God's blessings rest upon all these 
 things." — The Talmud. 
 
252 
 
 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 III. 
 
 " Why are thine eyes so bright to-night ? 
 
 " Sweetheart, because I love thee so." 
 " Why is thy cheek so wan and white — 
 
 Thy little hands like flakes of snow ? 
 Thou can st not hide that falling tear, 
 Tell me, my love, what dost thou fear ? " 
 
 " Lest I must leave thee, dear, and go." 
 
 " Thou shalt not go my love, my bride, 
 Death shall not tear thee from my heart, 
 
 The cruel grave shall never hide 
 
 Thy dear white form — where'er thou art 
 
 There will thy faithful lover be, 
 
 Then take me to the grave with thee, — 
 Death shall not hold us long apart." 
 
LOVE AND DEATH. 253 
 
 " Nay, loved one. live ! — the sun will shine, 
 The birds will sing, the flowers will bloom, 
 
 And other eyes will glow like mine 
 When I am hidden in the tomb ; 
 
 Thou can'st not stay my fleeting breath ; 
 
 Thou can'st not rescue me from death ; 
 
 Why would' st thou share my silent doom ? 
 
 " Live on, love on, when I am dead. 
 
 The rose must fade that bloomed to-day ; 
 When others bloom above my head. 
 
 Drink in their fragrance while ye ma}-, 
 And scatter their bright crimson leaves 
 Above the heart that no more grieves 
 
 At any word thy lips can say. 
 
254 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 " Live on, love on a little while, 
 Perchance the echoes of my song 
 
 Thy lonely heart will then beguile ; 
 Life cannot vex thee very long, 
 
 And thou again shalt see my face, 
 
 And come to my abiding place, — 
 
 Though death be sure, yet love is strong. 
 
 " Yea, thou again shalt bring me rest, 
 I shall but sleep and dream of thee, 
 
 And long to lie upon thy breast, — 
 The grave were not too cold for me 
 
 If thou wert sleeping by my side ; 
 
 Methinks with thee I might abide 
 In blessed dreams eternally. 
 
LOVE AND DEATH. 255 
 
 " I shall not wish again to wake, 
 
 Nor any further joy to know ; 
 The everlasting day may break, 
 
 The seasons come, the seasons go, 
 The long slow ages onward creep, 
 If heart to heart we, dreaming, sleep ; 
 
 Let time like a smooth river flow. 
 
 " Life lasteth but a little hour, 
 
 And then the soul must flee away, 
 
 Nor any word of love hath power 
 To bid the fleeting spirit stay, — 
 
 It bursts from shell with airy wings, 
 
 And in exultant freedom sings, 
 Leaving its prison-house of clay. 
 
256 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 " And tenderest beaut)- turns to dust, 
 E'en as the rose must droop and fade ; 
 
 As worn-out tools corrupt with rust. 
 So years destroy the youth they made,- 
 
 Yea, the inevitable years 
 
 Cancel our smiles and dry our tears — 
 Nor life, nor death, can make afraid." 
 
257 
 
 IN ME MORI AM. 
 
 MARIE. 
 
 And do men call thee dead thou blighted flower ? 
 
 And do men call thee dead because blind Love 
 Hath slain thee with his tumults in an hour ? — 
 
 One fatal hour ; thy soul still waits above 
 For consummation of thy vision bright, 
 
 For consummation of thy vision blest, 
 That soon shall turn earth's darkness into light, 
 
 And bring our labouring days to sabbath rest. 
 Thy prisoned heart on earth no longer beats ; 
 
 Thy soul, in anguish, bursts its fragile shell, 
 But lo ! a seraph's voice thy song repeats 
 
 As thou art borne afar where angels dwell. 
 Soon shalt thou walk Jerusalem's golden streets — ' 
 
 Ere our sad hearts have ceased to weep "farewell. 
 
258 
 
 SONG. 
 
 This love that surgeth in my breast, 
 
 That surgeth like a sea, 
 This love that will not give me rest, 
 
 That panteth to be free, — 
 Calm thou its tides, O vision blest, 
 
 And bid it come to thee ! 
 
 This love that burnetii in my heart, 
 That burneth like a flame, 
 
 Of sacrificial fires a part, 
 
 Ascending whence it came, — 
 
 Oh ! let it guide me where thou art, 
 Revealer of the Name. 
 
SONG. 259 
 
 This love that fluttereth in my soul, 
 
 That trembleth like a bird, — 
 Do thou its fiery breath control, 
 
 But let its voice be heard 
 Clear when the seven thunders roll, 
 
 Revealer of the Word. 
 
26o 
 
 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 IV. 
 
 Live, live with me to see the white clouds float 
 Across the azure sky, -to watch the sea, 
 
 To hear the music from the skylark's throat, 
 To know the joy of life — the ecstacy ; 
 
 Live, live with me through long warm summer days, 
 
 And hear the woodlands thrill with songs of praise, 
 And watch the plover piping o'er the lea. 
 
 The earth is fair, beloved, the spring is sweet, 
 The wild flowers bloom within the bosky dell, 
 
 The grass grows green beneath our gladsome feet, 
 And notes of many a bird, that we love well, 
 
 Come ringing through the shadows of green boughs ; 
 
 Ah ! twine spring's fragrant blossoms on my brows, 
 And let our eyes our heart's great rapture tell. 
 
LOVE AND DEATH. 261 
 
 The spring is sweet, beloved, the earth is fair, 
 And tender are the blossoms of the vine, 
 
 Wild music floats on waves of golden air, 
 And floods the earth with melody divine, 
 
 And yet, O sweetest heart, if thou should'st die, 
 
 Silent would grow my life, and dark my sky ; 
 Open thy grave and lay my heart with thine. 
 
 Live, live with me, beloved, or let me die ; 
 
 When thy dear eyes do close, shut out my sight, 
 I will not see the azure of the sky, 
 
 But only deepest gloom and dark midnight, — 
 The earth will be my tomb when thou art dead, 
 Then lay my heart on thine, pillow my head 
 
 Upon thy breast, and let our souls take flight. 
 
THE THREAD RESUMED. 
 
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 ISRAEL. V 
 
 III. 
 
 O Israel ! with my latest breath, 
 
 And with my dying hand, 
 I'll sing of thee and write thy praise, 
 
 And long for thee, my land, 
 For thy quiet streams, deep flowing, 
 For thy hills where grapes are growing, 
 
 For thy trees whose fruits expand. 
 
 Jerusalem, my dying eyes 
 
 Toward thy hills shall turn, 
 My last deep sigh shall breathe thy name, 
 
 My heart's last throb shall burn 
 With love of thee, poor city 
 O'er which Christ's heart in pity 
 
 Like a mother's heart did yearn. 
 
266 ISRAEL. 
 
 O holy land ! O sacred soil ! 
 
 I would my feet might tread 
 Where Abraham and Sarah dwelt, 
 
 Whither the tribes were led ; 
 Oh ! where their bones are lying, 
 There would I fain be dying, 
 
 There rest with mine own dead. 
 
267 
 
 THE CHARIOT OF ISRAEL. 
 
 My life doth grow more lovely at its close, 
 And green the pastures for my weary feet, 
 The chariot is near, yet now more sweet 
 
 Than ever blooms each red-lipped fragrant rose ; 
 
 The peace of God in music round me flows ; 
 
 Nature's full hands, with bounteous joys replete, 
 Bring corn and wine and oil, her songs repeat 
 
 The praise of sabbath rest and Heaven's repose ; 
 
 We have not laboured long, yet rest is near — 
 Our exile ended, God doth call us home, 
 
 Through the bright clouds the chariot-wheels appear, 
 The voice, as of a trumpet, bids us come ; 
 
 Beyond the whirlwind shines the amber clear, 
 The fiery temple, and the azure dome. 
 
268 
 
 THE IMMUTABLE. 
 
 Talk to the fire and bid it cease from burning, 
 Talk to the wind and bid it cease to blow, 
 
 Talk to my heart and bid it cease from yearning, 
 Talk to the waves and make them cease to flow, — 
 
 As fruitless words 'gainst water, wind, and fire, 
 
 So are your words against my heart's desire ! 
 
 The fire aspireth upward in its burning, 
 
 And like the Spirit's breath the wind doth blow, 
 
 And God will cleanse my heart through its deep 
 yearning, 
 
 His waves of judgment round about me flow, 
 
 He purgeth me by water, wind, and fire, 
 
 His Word shall give me all my heart's desire. 
 
269 
 
 THE TRUE FRIEND. 
 
 Who is my friend ? — not he who bids me rest 
 Because the rocky steep is hard to climb, 
 
 Whose summer roses, in my pale hands pressed, 
 Have withered in the winds of autumn time, 
 
 But he whose voice arouses me from sleep, 
 
 And bids me brave the rocks and chasms deep, 
 To breathe the air on lonely heights sublime. 
 
 My Master calls, and I must haste away, 
 He maketh me to rest in my sore need, 
 
 Again through lonely vigils bids me pray, 
 Or follow where his blessed footsteps lead ; 
 
 The thorns press deep, sharp are the flinty stones. 
 
 The quivering flesh in anguish sobs and groans, 
 The tears fall fast, the weary feet do bleed : 
 
270 THE TRUE FRIEND. 
 
 And yet Thy yoke is easy, my Lord ! 
 
 Thy rest secure and sweet, Thy burden light, 
 The awful smitings of Thy two-edged sword 
 
 Have roused my slumbering soul to seek the right ; 
 In righteousness our only joy is found, 
 With praise to God let heights and deeps resound, — 
 
 The joys of heaven the woes of earth requite. 
 
271 
 
 THE EVENING OF THE SABBATH. 
 
 HEBREW PRAYERS. 
 
 " Come, my beloved, to meet the bride ; the presence of the 
 Sabbath let us receive." 
 
 " O come let us go to meet the Sabbath, for it is the fountain 
 of blessing ; in the beginning, of old it was appointed ; though 
 last in act yet it was first in thought." 
 
 " Sanctuary of a King, O royal city, arise Jerusalem ! come 
 forth from thy subversion ; too long didst thou abide in the vale 
 of tears; He (thy God) will surely compassionate thee." 
 
 "Shake off the dust, O my people! Arise! array thyself in 
 glorious apparel, for through the son of Jesse the Bethlehemite 
 shall redemption draw nigh to thy soul." 
 
 "Arouse! arouse! thy light is come, arise and shine forth! 
 Awake ! awake ! chaunt a hymn ! for the glory of the Lord is 
 revealed upon thee." 
 
 "Be not ashamed, Jerusalem! neither be thou confounded. 
 Why art thou dejected ? why disquieted? In thee shall the poor 
 of my nation again find a refuge, when the city shall be built 
 in her own ruins." 
 
 "Then those who spoiled thee shall become a spoil, and those 
 who would fain have devoured thee shall be removed away ; thy 
 God will rejoice in thee as a bridegroom rejoices with his bride." 
 
 " To the right and to the left shalt thou extend ; and the eternal 
 God thou wilt revere, and we, by means of a man, a descendant of 
 Parez, will rejoice and be glad." 
 
 " Then come in peace, crown of thy husband; come with joy 
 and exultation amidst a faithful and beloved nation. O come ! 
 come, O bride ! " 
 
272 THE EVENING OF THE SABBATH. 
 
 Our glorious rest shall be sanctified, 
 
 Our labour ended from eve to eve ; 
 Come, beloved, to meet the Bride, 
 
 The Sabbath presence let us receive. 
 
 Come, beloved, go forth to meet 
 
 The Sabbath — the fountain of blessing and rest, 
 Labour is ended, let joy complete 
 
 With sevenfold praises the Name most blest. 
 
 Come, beloved, to meet the Bride ; 
 
 Our labour is ended from eve to eve, 
 Our glorious rest shall be sanctified, 
 
 The Sabbath presence let us receive. 
 
 O royal City ! arise ! come forth ! 
 
 Long hast thou dwelt in the vale of tears, — 
 Now will He pity, who once was wroth, 
 
 Tenderly banish thy griefs and fears. 
 
THE EVENING OF THE SABBATH. 273 
 
 Come, beloved, the Bride to meet, — 
 Fountain of blessing and garden of rest, 
 
 Roses bloom 'neath her happy feet, 
 Lilies sleep on her virgin breast. 
 
 Come, from the darkness of death arise, 
 Shine again, for thy ligdit is come, 
 
 Day of sadness forever dies, 
 
 Words of song call thy spirit home. 
 
 Let us go forth to meet the Bride, — 
 
 Fountain of blessing and garden of bloom, 
 
 The Eternal His people hath sanctified, 
 Raised them up from the barren tomb. 
 
 With beautiful garments of light adorn 
 Yourselves, my people, the Bride is near ; 
 
 In clouds of glory the Sabbath morn 
 
 Shall break, the Bridegroom with joy appear. 
 
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274 THE EVENING OF THE SABBATH. 
 
 Come, beloved, the Bride to meet, — 
 Garden of roses, and fountain of rest, 
 
 With words of song make her welcome sweet ; 
 With fine white linen let saints be dressed. 
 
 O royal City be not cast down, 
 
 Neither confounded, nor yet ashamed, 
 
 The poor of my people beneath thy crown 
 Shall shelter, the outcasts shall be reclaimed. 
 
 Come, beloved, to meet the Bride ; 
 
 Blessings of rest and of joy complete 
 Flow from the fountain — the sanctified, 
 
 Bitter waters by streams made sweet. 
 
 The spoilers soon shall become the spoil, 
 Those who distressed thee removed away ; 
 
 Rejoice in labour, — then rest from toil, 
 In holy peace keep thy Sabbath day. 
 
THE EVENING OF THE SABBATH. 275 
 
 Come, beloved, the Bride to meet ; 
 
 As the Bridegroom glad, doth thy God rejoice 
 Honour, and glory, and praises sweet, 
 
 Lift, O my people, with trumpet voice. 
 
 The Son of Jesse the Bethlehemite 
 
 Hath brought redemption — it draweth nigh ; 
 O come, beloved, let us invite 
 
 The Sabbath blessing that waits on high. 
 
 Come in peace, yea, in joy and mirth, 
 
 The crown of thy husband, the sanctified ; 
 
 The faithful, the chosen redeemed from dearth 
 Cry — enter, oh ! enter, a Bride ! a Bride ! 
 
 Let us go forth, for the way is sweet, 
 Garden of spices and fountain of rest ; 
 
 Roses bloom 'neath thy happy feet, 
 Lilies sleep on thy virgin breast. 
 
276 
 
 THE ETERNAL REFUGE, 
 
 " The Eternal God is thy refuge and underneath are the 
 everlasting arms." — Deuteronomy xxxiii. 27. 
 
 May He watch over thee, 
 May His wings cover thee, 
 
 Soothe thee to rest, 
 While thou art sleeping free 
 He will watch keeping be, 
 
 Over thy nest. 
 
 If woe should thee betide, 
 
 Then may'st thou with Him hide- 
 Safe and secure ; 
 
 When foes shall thee deride, 
 
 Under His wings abide, 
 With Him endure. 
 
THE ETERXAL REFUGE. 277 
 
 He shall defend thee still, 
 By power of righteous will 
 
 Make thy way plain, 
 He shall thy prayers fulfil. 
 Guard all thy life, until 
 
 Joy end tlry pain. 
 
 His mercy shall not cease. 
 
 Blessings of love increase- 
 
 Corn, wine and oil. 
 Rest, wean* heart, in peace. 
 Soon shall He bring release, 
 
 Rest from thy toil. 
 
 Under His brooding wing, 
 There let thy spirit sing 
 Praises of love ; 
 
278 THE ETERNAL REFUGE. 
 
 Angels to thee shall bring 
 Songs sweet, and cherubs fling 
 Flowers from above. 
 
 Oh ! let thy spirit rest, 
 Sleep on the holy breast — 
 
 He bids thee sleep ; 
 Ended thy weary quest, 
 See now, God's visions blest, 
 
 Eyes that did weep. 
 
 Open thine inner eyes, 
 Joy reigns within the skies, 
 
 Dost thou not see ? 
 Darkness before him flies, 
 Earth now to heaven replies 
 
 Israel is free ! 
 
THE ETERNAL REFUGE. 279 
 
 Prophet, oh ! weep no more, 
 In joy thy God adore, — 
 
 His face doth shine, 
 On thee His blessings pour, 
 Naught that thou can'st implore 
 
 But shalt be thine. 
 
 With love thy life is crowned, 
 Loud let His praise resound. 
 
 Let tongue confess, 
 Blessings of joy abound ; 
 Thou yet shalt be renowned, 
 
 All hearts shall bless ; 
 
 Bless thee, for thou did'st find 
 Help for the weak and blind ; 
 Thy work shall stand ; 
 
280 THE ETERNAL REFUGE. 
 
 Teach men thy law so kind, 
 Till all of willing mind 
 Uphold thy hand. 
 
 God shall establish thee, 
 Set thine own people free, 
 
 Make thee His own ; 
 O blessed company, 
 Soon shalt thou gathered be, 
 
 Under the Throne. 
 
THE SPACES OF SWEET GARDENS, 
 
 " The female searches sea and land for gratifications to the male 
 genius, who, in return, clothes her in gems and gold, and feeds her 
 with the food of Eden, hence all her beauty beams ; she creates, at 
 her will, a little moony night and silence with spaces of sweet 
 gardens and a tent of elegant beauty closed in by a sandy desert 
 and a night of stars shining and. a little tender moon and hovering 
 angels on the wing." — William Blake. 
 
 Come, beloved, where the roses 
 
 Bloom and bloom throughout the night, 
 
 Where the soul in sleep reposes 
 'Till the early dawning light, — 
 
 Dim old garden of sweet spaces, 
 
 Shady nooks and hallowed places, 
 Tender moon and blossoms white. 
 
282 THE SPACES OF SWEET GARDENS. 
 
 Come, beloved, where the spices 
 Shed and spread their odours rare, 
 
 Where the crimson rose entices 
 Nightingale to thrill the air ; 
 
 Wide the desert gleams behind us, 
 
 Here secure, no foe can find us, 
 No wild creature spring from lair. 
 
 Far above the clouds are shining, 
 And the tender crescent moon 
 
 On the fleecy clouds reclining 
 
 Makes the night as clear as noon, 
 
 And the trees, above us bending, 
 
 Shed their pure white blossoms, sending 
 Petal showers like snow in June. 
 
THE SPACES OF SWEET GARDENS. 283 
 
 Bough's and branches, interlacing, 
 
 Form a green tent overhead, 
 And the darkness now is tracing 
 
 Curtains where the shadows spread, 
 While angelic wings above us 
 Silently caress and love us, 
 
 While our souls in sleep are fed. 
 
284 
 
 THE LOVE TREE. 
 
 " Of two spiritual martyrdoms wherewith God cleanseth the soul 
 that He unites with Himself." 
 
 " They cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered 
 them out of their distresses." — Psalms. 
 
 " Now you shall know that God uses two ways for cleansing the 
 souls which he would perfect and enlighten to unite them closely 
 to Himself. 
 
 " The first is with the bitter waters of affliction, anguish, distress, 
 and inward torments. 
 
 " The second is with the burning fire of an inflamed love, a love 
 impatient and hungry. 
 
 " Sometimes He makes use of both in those souls which He 
 would fill with perfection. Sometimes He puts them into the 
 strong steeping of tribulation and inward and outward bitterness ; 
 scorching them with the fire of rigorous temptation ; sometimes 
 He puts them into the crucible of anxious and distrustful love, 
 making them fast there with a mighty force. 
 
 " O that thou wouldest understand the great good of tribulation." 
 
 Molinos. 
 
 My love it grew and grew, 
 But whether a rank strong weed. 
 Or a giant fungus growth, 
 Or a stately goodly tree, 
 
THE LOVE TREE. 285 
 
 Alas ! I never knew ; 
 
 To kill it, my heart was loth. 
 
 Nor could its death decree ; 
 
 Nor smother its fatal seed. 
 
 Until the thunder and lightning came, 
 
 And shattered the tree with bolt and flame. 
 
 And then a cross was made 
 
 From the trunk of the stricken tree, 
 
 And on it hung a pale wan shade. 
 
 And the mount was Calvary ; 
 
 My cries are stilled, I weep no more. 
 
 But my Saviour God I do adore, 
 
 Who brought me victorv. 
 
286 
 
 THE LILY FLOWER. 
 
 " I will plant my Lily-Branch in my Garden of Roses, which 
 brings me forth fruit, after which my soul craves, of which my sick 
 Adam shall eat, that he may be strong and may go into Paradise." 
 
 Jacob Behmen. 
 
 O my pallid lily ! 
 
 Lily of the valley- — 
 O my fragile lily ! 
 
 Wan and white and fair, 
 Let no winds blow chilly, 
 O'er my tender lily, 
 But let south winds dally 
 
 With her soft bright hair. 
 
THE LILY FLOWER. 287 
 
 Lily, fair and tender, 
 
 Lean upon my breast, 
 Lily, lithe and slender, 
 
 Sleep, and dream, and rest. 
 Oh ! may Heaven send her 
 Dews of health, and lend her 
 
 Visions of the blest. 
 
 Doth my lily languish, 
 
 Fading like the rose, — 
 Then my heart, in anguish, 
 
 Throbs 'till south wind blows, 
 Yea, my heart it yearneth, 
 'Till the spring returneth, 
 
 Melting: winter's snows. 
 
288 THE LILY FLOWER. 
 
 Lily, pallid lily, 
 
 Mid the green leaves hiding, 
 When the airs grow stilly, 
 
 I, with thee abiding, 
 Watch the starry night, 
 And the moonbeams white, 
 
 Through the tree-tops gliding. 
 
 my pale white lily ! 
 Like a moonbeam flower, 
 
 In the moonlight stilly, 
 
 Bloom for me an hour ; 
 And thy rippling laughter 
 
 1 shall hear hereafter, 
 
 Like a moonbeam shower. 
 
THE LILY FLOWER. 289 
 
 O my lily blossom ! 
 
 Flower of strange delight, 
 Live within my bosom 
 
 Hidden out of sight : 
 Be my heart thy bower, 
 O my sacred flower ! 
 And thy tent of beauty, 
 
 Be the silent night. 
 
2go 
 
 ''LIVING OR DYING, WE ARE THE LORD'S." 
 
 All comes from Thee, my Lord, all comes from Thee, 
 Whether it be the sunshine or the rain, 
 Whether it be heart -joy or weary pain, 
 
 The storm-crowned mountain or the rolling sea ; 
 
 Thou givest me defeat or victory, 
 
 Thou woundest me and Thou dost heal again, 
 I live by Thee, and I by Thee am slain, 
 
 Thou bindest me with cords, Thou sett est free ; 
 
 If I with Thee upon the altar die, 
 Or if I wander lone on rocky steeps, 
 
 Or if on incense-laden air I fly, — 
 
 Thy hand in righteousness my spirit keeps, 
 
 Thou bear'st me up through the great watery deeps ; 
 
 Yea, though Thou slay me, I on Thee rely. 
 
2gi 
 
 O STARRY SKIES. 
 
 O starry skies, wherein my loved one dwells, 
 O skies serene ! O dome of heavenly blue ! 
 Lift up my heart in silence unto you, 
 Ye glorious lights whose harmony foretels 
 The rapture that shall be ; whose joy compels 
 The prisoned soul to break its chains anew, 
 
 And with bright wings pierce the dark storm-clouds 
 through 
 
 Above the tolling of earth's solemn knells. 
 
 Yea, let me rise to those celestial heights 
 
 Where I may drink of pure and living streams ; 
 A melody supreme my soul invites, 
 
 And in its music fades all earthly dreams : 
 My sun has risen, and earth's lesser lights 
 
 Pale in the splendour of his glorious beams. 
 
292 
 
 THE HOLY DAY. 
 
 Draws nearer and more near the holy day 
 
 When our two souls shall be as one in Him, — 
 Earth fades away, the starry host grows dim. 
 
 O fiery chariot wheels, make no delay, 
 
 x\ppear, 'mid amber clouds, to bear away 
 
 Our souls through aisles of kneeling cherubim, 
 Through holy choirs of chanting seraphim, 
 
 While trumpets sound, 'mid harps the harpers play. 
 
 Harmonic waves and chords of golden light, 
 Entrancing visions fade and disappear, 
 
 The throne of splendour gleams within our sight — 
 Our spirits pale with love, and throb with fear ; 
 
 Upon the throne sits One in raiment white 
 
 Whose eyes shine deeper than the heavens clear. 
 
293 
 
 THE BRIDE'S DESIRE. 
 
 jesus, make me like to Thee, 
 Pour in Thy righteousness, 
 
 1 hunger, and I thirst to see 
 Thy living tenderness ; 
 
 The multitudes I fain would feed 
 With Thy pure love — the bread indeed. 
 
 O Jesus, make me like to Thee, 
 Thou bruised and broken one ! 
 
 That waiting eyes may in me see 
 Thy will fulfilled and done ; 
 
 Pour in, sweet Lord, Thy righteousness, 
 
 And give me power to save and bless. 
 
 O Jesus, clothe me with Thy love, 
 
 Pure linen fine and white, 
 Pour down Thy graces from above, 
 
294 THE BRIDE'S DESIRE. 
 
 Let gentleness invite 
 The worn and weary hearts to rest, 
 As children sleep on mother's breast. 
 
 Jesus, my Love, my Lord, my Spouse, 
 Oh ! make me worthy Thee ; 
 
 My sterile soul awake, arouse, 
 And set my spirit free ; 
 
 Thy wondrous eyes I long to meet, 
 
 Thy voice to hear in accents sweet. 
 
 O Lamb of God ! Incarnate Word ! 
 
 Where the full Godhead dwells, 
 My soul's Beloved, my Life, my Lord, 
 
 Whose Word my soul compels, 
 Come, re-create Thyself in me, 
 Proclaim the law of liberty. 
 
295 
 
 EPITHALAMIUM. 
 
 Oh ! in thine arms to lie 
 While the night floateth by, 
 
 The dark majestic night ; 
 To watch the stars grow pale, 
 When dawn doth night assail 
 
 W 7 ith pinions vast and bright. 
 
 Oh ! in thine arms to sleep, 
 While stars do vigil keep, 
 
 On thy true heart to rest, 
 'Till from the golden morn 
 Another day is born, 
 
 In radiant splendour drest. 
 
296 EPITHALAMWM. 
 
 Pale moon and golden sun, 
 My bride-day hath begun, 
 
 My holy marriage morn ; 
 Sun, moon, and starry skies 
 Sing, while glad earth replies, — 
 
 True Love, sweet Love is born. 
 
 O dark blue dome of heaven, 
 O stars whose lights are seven, 
 
 Night melts to golden day, 
 And life eternal streams 
 From warm and living beams 
 
 'Till death consumes away. 
 
 Our souls triumphant stand, 
 Lords of the sea and land, 
 Nor time nor space debars, 
 
EPITHALAMIUM. 297 
 
 We reach celestial heights. 
 In our swift eagle flights, 
 
 Beyond sun, moon, and stars. 
 
 The tree of Paradise, 
 Lost to our parents' eyes, 
 
 The living holy tree 
 With twelve celestial fruits, 
 With healing leaves and roots, 
 
 Is ours eternally. 
 
 The sword of Cherubim 
 Before our love grows dim, 
 
 And at our wondrous word 
 The beasts of earth uprise, 
 With glad benignant eyes, 
 
 To see man as their lord. 
 
298 EPITHALAMIUM. 
 
 The rapture of our peace 
 Brings souls in torment ease, 
 
 Our holy love doth flow 
 To all created things, 
 And jo)' eternal brings 
 
 To souls above, below. 
 
 The great and holy One 
 Dotli know, His Will is done, 
 
 And His inspiring breath 
 Fills now, with new-made life, 
 The risen man and wife 
 
 Born from the womb of death. 
 
 Yea, breathe upon us, Lord, 
 Created by Thy word, 
 
 Pure Bride and holy Spouse, 
 
EPITHALAMIUM. 299 
 
 Breathe now upon Thy siain ; 
 Dear Lord, we live again, 
 Rebuild our ancient house. 
 
 O great foundation stone, 
 Built by Thy love alone 
 
 Our house shall ever be, 
 This shall forever stand, 
 For God's own righteous hand 
 
 Hath set His people free. 
 
 Christ Jesus, righteous King, 
 Our crowns to Thee we fling, 
 
 Hail, hail, O holy Lord ! 
 Henceforth ail wars shall cease, 
 King of our righteous peace, 
 
 Immanuel — the Word. 
 
3QO EPITHALAMIUM. 
 
 Thou art our righteousness, 
 Saviour, Thy Name we bless, 
 
 Thou art our living King, 
 Ever and evermore 
 Thee shall our souls adore, 
 
 And rapturous praises sing. 
 
 Praise with the harp and voice, 
 Peoples and tribes rejoice, 
 
 Nations, throughout the earth. 
 Join with the heavenly choir, 
 Let earth to heaven aspire, 
 
 Praising a nation's birth. 
 
 Ring, ring, O marriage bells ! 
 'Till all your music tells 
 
 What triumph love hath won, 
 
EPITHALAMIUM. 301 
 
 Ring, ring, and never cease 
 'Till the earth cries at peace, 
 " This holy love hath done." 
 
 Ring out o'er land and sea 
 Of the glad victory, 
 
 Let your wild music float, 
 'Till earth's remotest isles 
 Grow green beneath our smiles 
 
 And learn our glad sweet note. 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
305 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Thine anguish for my sin 
 
 Pierced my heart like the slayer's knife, 
 
 And the new life did begin ; 
 
 From the woe, and the waste, and the strife. 
 And from thy holy pain, — 
 My soul was born again, 
 
 Eternal Bride and Wife. 
 
3° 6 
 
 SONG. 
 
 As silver moonlight on the sea, 
 As crystal fountains flowing forth, 
 
 So is thy pure white love to me. 
 As " chaste as ice " in frozen north, 
 
 Like the clear beam of moon or star, 
 
 It shines upon me from afar. 
 
 As snow on the eternal hills 
 
 Where cold clear airs blow fresh and keen, 
 As bubbling founts and rushing rills, 
 
 And grots where lily-blooms are seen, — 
 So is thy love's unchanging light 
 Than flowers more fair, than snows more white. 
 
SONG 307 
 
 As dews reflect the shining morn 
 
 On leaf and blade and blossoming tree, 
 
 So doth thy purity adorn 
 
 My risen soul, my spirit free, 
 
 So doth thy bride with jewels shine, 
 
 Whose depths reveal thy love divine. 
 
THE THREAD RESUMED. 
 
3ii 
 
 THE SILENT HARP. 
 II. 
 
 O silent harp, awake ! lost Israel's joy, 
 
 Awake ! awake ! with glad triumphant song, 
 
 To tune thy strings shall be my dear employ, 
 'Till thy sweet melodies ring loud and long, 
 
 'Till Israel camps on her forsaken hills, 
 
 And Judah's praise the prophet's word fulfils. 
 
 O silent harp, neglected were thy strings, 
 Broken thy music, dumb thy sweet refrain, 
 
 And now on alien shores one lone voice sings 
 Of Israel's exile, and of Judah's pain, 
 
 But tens of thousands yet shall sing that note 
 
 In unison as from a single throat. 
 
312 THE SILENT HARP. 
 
 Ye scattered sheep, ye lost and wandering tribes, 
 The Shepherd calls you back unto one fold, 
 
 Judah no more shall fear the scorns and gibes 
 Of alien people, envious of his gold, — 
 
 Refined seven times in furnace fire, 
 
 His soul shall upward mount with pure desire. 
 
 On Joseph rests the everlasting trust, 
 
 The birthright is on him, though counted dead ; 
 
 The treasure, incorrupt of moth or rust, 
 
 Shall feed the multitudes ; and Christ, the Head, 
 
 Through the sweet bounty of His chosen Bride, 
 
 Shall see His people fed and satisfied. 
 
 Almighty Father, glorious, wondrous King, 
 
 I am Thy daughter — be it unto me 
 According to Thy Will ; with joy I sing 
 
THE SILENT HARP. 313 
 
 A nation's birth — a risen people free ; 
 In David's harp I bid the music wake, 
 And all its thousand strings with rapture shake. 
 
 It is enough, for Joseph is alive, — 
 
 All the long years of woe and lonely pain 
 
 Forgotten are — his corn doth make us thrive ; 
 The nations, saved by Joseph's garnered grain, 
 
 Atone for all the exile and the loss ; 
 
 God's glory streams triumphant from the Cross. 
 
 If Israel cast away the Gentiles brought, 
 What shall the glory of our gathering be ? 
 
 When God shall find, at last, the love He sought, 
 When willing hearts yield tribute glad and free, 
 
 When all the tribes in Judah's King rejoice, — 
 
 Shall not all nations praise Him with one voice ? 
 
3 i 4 THE SILENT HARP. 
 
 Joseph and Judah ! lo ! the sticks were twain, 
 But now are one — Beauty and loving Bands ; 
 
 Our hearts are turned to Thee, O Lord, again ! 
 With sacrifices filled are priestly hands : 
 
 Build us again, O Lord, by Thy pure Word, 
 
 Redeem us from the fire and blood-red sword. 
 
 The silver now is Thine, the gold is Thine, 
 The cattle, too, upon a thousand hills ; 
 
 And Thou hast sanctified our bread and wine ; 
 Thy love within our hearts Thy law fulfils, 
 
 We time our harps, and Thy sweet Name we praise, 
 
 Which giveth honour, wealth, and length of days. 
 
INTERLUDE. 
 
3i7 
 
 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 V. 
 
 With three white roses on her breast, 
 And a white rose in her hair, 
 
 I thought my maid the loveliest, 
 I thought my love most fair, 
 
 She seemed, in her white raiment drest, 
 A rose beyond compare. 
 
 With three white lilies in her hands, 
 
 And lilies on her head, 
 My maiden wife before me stands, 
 
 And smiles as smile the dead ; 
 An hour-glass drops its golden sands 
 
 'Till one full hour has sped. 
 
3i8 LOVE AND DEATH. 
 
 O maiden wife ! O dear lost love ! 
 
 Pale rose, and lily white, 
 O my full-throated nestling dove, 
 
 My morn, my noon, my night, — 
 Take my sad soul to thine above, 
 
 And teach me heaven's delight. 
 
3i9 
 
 FOREVER. 
 
 Forever ! — who can say ? And yet I know 
 
 That while I live I never shall forget, 
 
 Nor thou in all the long years coming yet ; 
 
 Through summer's heat, through winter's frost and 
 snow, 
 
 Through tempests wild and softest airs that blow, 
 Through smiling lips and eyes with tear-drops wet,- 
 Shall shine one hour, the hour our spirits met, 
 
 For heaven above forecasts the life below. 
 
 Forever !— yes ; while this immortal soul 
 
 Knows conscious life, one thought must ever be 
 
 Its central fiery breath, must life control, 
 
 And to that life yield strength and impulse free ; 
 
 A dual power doth now between us roll — 
 Essential joy and new-found liberty. 
 
THE THREAD RESUMED. 
 
323 
 
 THE NEW MARY. 
 
 This is the place and this the shrine 
 Where my sweet Mary prays for me, 
 
 My prayers are hers as hers are mine, 
 Hope, faith, desire, in each agree, 
 
 We honour our dear Spouse and Lord, 
 
 Jesus — sweet Name, with joy adored ! 
 
 Our willing hearts shall be His Throne, 
 Our blended souls His Temple white, 
 
 There shall He reign as King alone, 
 And fill our darkness with His light, 
 
 And through our veins, like fire, shall run 
 
 The righteousness of God the Son. 
 
3 2 4 THE NEW MARY. 
 
 Pour in, sweet Lord, thy golden fire, 
 'Till every sense be purified, 
 
 Let hope and faith and love conspire 
 To cleanse the bod}^ of the Bride, — 
 
 With gold her clothing shall be wrought, 
 
 When she shall to her King be brought. 
 
 As Bride upon the Bridegroom waits, 
 And yields, with love, to do his will, 
 
 So our sweet Spouse in us creates 
 Desire that shall His Word fulfil ; 
 
 And springs and founts of tenderness 
 
 Shall all the land with gladness bless. 
 
325 
 
 A VISION OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 "And now, little children, abide in him; that when he shall 
 appear, we may have confidence, and not be ashamed before him 
 at his coming." — I. John ii. 28. 
 
 I. 
 
 Not in Thy wrath, O Lord ! did'st Thou appear, 
 
 But in Thy beauty, seen of every eye, 
 
 And every tongue confessed Thee passing by, 
 And every heart saw its beloved draw near — 
 And, in the knowing, quaked with inward fear, 
 
 And longed to meet Thy gaze and longed to fly ; 
 
 I mourned, as others mourned, scarce knowing why, 
 'Tili soul's beloved called me by name most dear, — 
 Then suddenly the woe of banishment 
 
 My heart subdued, and love's most righteous scorn, 
 Like piercing arrows, through my soul was sent, 
 
 Until I wept and wailed like one forlorn ; 
 And myriad anguish cries with mine were blent 
 
 When love at last from stony hearts was torn. 
 
326 A VISION OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ah ! shall I see my soul's dear Spouse and King, 
 
 Only to feel severed from my true Lord ? 
 
 I know love holds the separating sword ; 
 The conqueror aside in scorn must fling 
 The rebel hosts, who their forced tribute bring. 
 
 He seeketh out the doers of His Word, — 
 
 The flock who followed when His voice was heard, 
 And waited not for trumpet blast to ring. 
 Seeing Thy beauty then, alas ! too late, 
 
 In darkness and in gloom our souls, outcast, 
 Deprived of their Adored, must weep and wait 
 
 Until the judgment cloud be overpast, — 
 Then He, perchance, Himself will ope Heaven's gate, 
 
 And His sweet Bride proclaim the pardon vast. 
 
THE DOVE. 
 
 " In the inmost being of every man is a sanctuary of everlasting 
 being ; wherein, in man's true craving for salvation, the everlasting 
 Godhead enters to make it His dwelling place." 
 
 Biblical Psychology. Delitzsch. 
 
 Weary with flying o'er the watery waste, 
 Finding no tree nor any place of rest, 
 
 To my beloved one I flew in haste, 
 
 And folded my wild wings upon his breast, — 
 
 " Oh ! art thou come at last, my hidden part ? " 
 
 He cried, " Thou soul of my eternal heart ! " 
 
^28 
 
 THE NEW COVENANT. 
 
 " Behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that I will make a new 
 covenant with the house of Israel, and with the house of Judah : 
 
 " This shall be the covenant that I will make with the house of 
 Israel ; After those days, saith the Lord, I will put my law in their 
 inward parts, and write it in their hearts ; and will be their God, 
 and they shall be my people." — Jeremiah xxxi. 31, 33. 
 
 " Morever I will make a covenant of peace with them : it shall 
 be an everlasting covenant with them : and I will place them, and 
 multiply them, and will set my sanctuary in the midst of them for 
 evermore. 
 
 " My tabernacle also shall be with them; yea, I will be their 
 God, and they shall be my people. 
 
 " And the heathen shall know that I the Lord do sanctify Israel, 
 when my sanctuary shall be in the midst of them for evermore." 
 
 Ezekiel xxxvii. 26-28. 
 
 "I will dwell in them, and walk in them ; and I will be their 
 God, and they shall be my people. 
 
 " And I will receive you, and will be a Father unto you, and ye 
 shall be my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty." 
 
 II. Corinthians vi. 16-18. 
 
 " And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we 
 beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) 
 full of grace and truth." — John i. 14. 
 
THE NEW COVENANT. 329 
 
 " In his days Judah. shall be saved, and Israel shall dwell safely ; 
 and this is his name whereby he shall be called, ' The Lord our 
 Righteousness.'" — Jeremiah xxiii. 6. 
 
 " Eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither have entered into the 
 heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that 
 love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit." 
 
 I. Corinthians ii. 9, 10 
 
 The air is filled with thoughts of thee, 
 I dream of thee, asleep, awake ; 
 My heart doth golden silence break 
 
 With silver chords of minstrelsy ; 
 
 In songs of summer melody 
 My voice is lifted for thy sake. 
 
 My harp I laid aside with tears,- — 
 Again is tuned to silver sound, 
 Its strings beneath thy touch rebound 
 With echoes of my youthful years, 
 And many a lost hope re-appears 
 
 Like blossoms springing from the ground. 
 
330 THE NEW COVENANT. 
 
 The violet's dewy eye is there, 
 
 The wind-flower lifts its sweet shy face, 
 Hepaticas, with modest grace, 
 
 Shed their faint odours on the air ; 
 
 The spring is sweet, the earth is fair, 
 Because it is thy dwelling place. 
 
 The spring is sweet because of thee ; 
 And soon the rose will blush more red, 
 Because that love, once counted dead, 
 
 Has risen to brighter victory ; 
 
 And over land and over sea 
 
 The rosy light of love hath spread, — 
 
 The rosy light of love's new morn ; 
 Because of thee the earth is glad, 
 Because of thee the earth is clad 
 
THE NEW COVENANT. 331 
 
 In brighter green ; the spring, re-born. 
 Bids nature now, no more forlorn, 
 Forget her woes and sorrows sad. 
 
 Because of thee, thou loveliest one, 
 
 Each starry flower more brightly glows, 
 A sweeter fragrance fills the rose, 
 
 The moss is greener on the stone, — 
 
 I cannot love thee, love, alone, 
 
 Thy sweetness through all nature flows. 
 
 And all earth's nascent life is thrilled 
 With love outpoured from me to thee ; 
 The ripples of the flowing sea, 
 
 With a diviner music filled, 
 
 Bid warnings cease — discords are stilled — 
 From heaven descends new harmony. 
 
332 THE NEW COVENANT. 
 
 Yea, heavenly airs about us blow, 
 
 And heavenly music breathes its voice, 
 And bids our human hearts rejoice ; 
 With rapture all shall learn to know 
 When heaven arid earth together flow 
 In mutual love and mutual choice. 
 
 Beneath there is not any deep, 
 Nor any highest height above, — 
 Man cannot pierce with wings of love ; 
 
 Nor any way of love too steep 
 
 For those who God's commandments keep, 
 And His eternal mandates prove. 
 
333 
 
 THE PERFECT LAW. 
 
 God gives us songs to lighten weary days, 
 And dreams celestial — visions of the night ; 
 Through day, a cloud, — in darkness, fiery bright, — 
 
 His pillar leads us on through devious ways, 
 
 Bids us advance, and then our steps it stays ; 
 In peaceful rest, in swift victorious fight, 
 His arm doth shelter us, and His great might 
 
 Endues with strength while one a hundred slays. 
 
 Thou art the living God, and Thee we serve, 
 We have no other God, O Lord, but Thee ! 
 
 Thy law engraven, now, on every nerve, 
 
 In every inward part Thy Word we see, 
 
 And from Thy perfect law we cannot swerve, 
 
 Since hearts do hold the truth that makes them free. 
 
334 
 
 THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 
 
 " Thou shalt call his name Jesus, for he shall save his people 
 from their sins." — Matthew i. 21. 
 
 " That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith ; that ye, being 
 rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all 
 saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height ; 
 
 "And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that 
 ye might be filled with all the fulness of God." 
 
 Ephesians iii. 17-19. 
 
 "And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given 
 himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet- 
 smelling savour." — Ephesians v. 2. 
 
 " For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, 
 nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to 
 •come, 
 
 " Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to 
 separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our 
 Lord." — Romans viii. 38, 39. 
 
 Higher, and higher burns the flame, 
 
 The sacrificial fire ; 
 Deeper, and deeper glows the Name 
 
 To which our hearts aspire ; 
 The Son, ascending whence he came, 
 
 Descends at love's desire ; 
 
THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 335 
 
 His mercy round about us flows, 
 
 His love our being thrills ; 
 Blushes a deeper red the rose ; 
 
 Diviner music fills 
 The southern air that round us blows 
 
 From far-off sacred hills. 
 
 Sweet is the smell of tender vines, 
 And sweet the budding spring ; 
 
 In vineyards, down the steep inclines, 
 The blossoms, clustering, 
 
 Are spreading far their fragrant signs 
 Of fruitful gathering. 
 
 O sunny land where lilies bloom ! 
 
 And where the wild flowers spread, 
 Weaving a carpet, like a loom- — 
 
 Sad blue and golden red, 
 Fit purples for a royal tomb 
 
 Emblazoned for the dead. 
 
336 THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 
 
 O land where our great fathers sleep, — 
 
 The mighty men of old, 
 Who watched their flocks and called their sheep 
 
 By name into each fold ; 
 Shall not lost Israel's Shepherd keep 
 
 The names by Love foretold ? 
 
 Elected now by special grace, 
 
 Called forth by deed and sign, 
 The remnant of the chosen race — 
 
 To hold the power divine, 
 And bring each prophet to his place 
 
 Beneath his tree and vine. 
 
 Again the mighty hand puts forth ; 
 
 The Thunderer's oath is heard ; 
 By mingled tones of love and wrath 
 
THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 337 
 
 The slumbering bones are stirred ; 
 From east to west, from south to north, 
 The power of life conferred. 
 
 Awake ! lost Israel, awake ! 
 Behold your rising sun, 
 
 Your golden day begins to break, 
 
 Your sabbath hath begun. 
 The nations, blessed for thy sake, 
 Toward thy Light shall run. 
 
 An ensign for the nations, set 
 As stones within a crown, 
 
 Proclaiming God cannot forget, 
 Nor love by floods be drown ; 
 
 Behold His people living yet, 
 A nation of renown. 
 
33$ THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 
 
 Behold His righteous oath fulfilled 
 In Abraham's chosen seed, — 
 
 The holy land again is tilled 
 By husbandmen indeed ; 
 
 His word is fruitful as He willed, 
 Replenished every need. 
 
 Yea, we shall live in Abraham's land, 
 
 Beneath the holy sky, — 
 A little flock, a chosen band, 
 
 The apple of God's eye, 
 Gathered again by His right hand, — 
 
 A blessed company. 
 
 He is the Rock, His way is plain, 
 
 And we His portion are ; 
 Though we by our own sins were slain. 
 
THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 
 
 Those sins are set afar, 
 And love hath planted us again, 
 And healed each wound and scar. 
 
 Redeemed we are by love's great might 
 
 The Lord, our Righteousness, 
 
 Hath set us up in all men's sight, 
 That we might all men bless ; 
 
 Our robes in blood were washed white- 
 That blood we now confess. 
 
 Jesus, the Christ, Immanuel, 
 Hath washed away our stains, 
 
 And He within our hearts doth dwell, 
 His throne in us regains ; 
 
 Let heavenly choirs our rapture tell, 
 In high seraphic strains. 
 
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34© THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 
 
 Yea, let the choirs in heaven above. 
 And tribes on earth below. 
 
 Sing praises to the King of love, 
 Whose mercies round us flow. 
 
 Who gave His life that He might prove 
 That love all souls must know. 
 
VALEDICTION. 
 
34 3 
 
 VALEDICTION. ; 
 
 To Israels scattered house, my songs I send. — 
 May mighty tones with my meek accents blend ; 
 May cloven tongues of bright celestial fire. 
 Proclaim the coming of each heart's desire. 
 That Israel, dwelling in all lands, may hear, 
 In its own speech, prophetic voices clear 
 Declaring mercy deep, and broad, and vast. 
 Exiled, and hidden, sinner, and outcast. 
 May each, in Christ, their God Incarnate see, 
 And know that Jesus fills humanity 
 With Father's boundless love — a flowing tide, 
 That knowledge of the Lord sweeps far and wide 
 As seas about the broad earth sweep and roam, 
 So love of God doth seek to call men home, — 
 His chosen ones unto their land of rest, 
 His children all to Paradise most blest. 
 
344 VALEDICTION. 
 
 For Israel cast away the Gentiles brought, 
 And Israel now, with love, by Gentiles sought, 
 Shall be as precious gems within His crown, 
 Shall build the house of bread — King David's town. 
 O Israel, to holiness restored, 
 Call all mankind to love and praise the Lord; 
 Let fountains gush, and clear pure rivers flow, 
 Till every soul shall learn its God to know ; 
 Raise Abraham and Sarah from their tomb, 
 And let their land with sweetest blossoms bloom : 
 Let Israel camp upon her ancient hills, 
 And know that God His sacred oath fulfils. 
 The righteous Shepherd-King to us descends 
 To feed his precious flock — His lambs he tends 
 With gentle care, He leadeth them beside 
 The waters still, and in His breast doth hide 
 The feeble ones, the lost He doth reclaim, 
 And calleth each one tenderly by name ; 
 
VALEDICTION. 345 
 
 So gentle is His look, so meek His speech, 
 It doth the hardest melt, the stoniest reach ; 
 All willing hearts may know him as their Friend, 
 May feel His loving hands above them bend, 
 May all the joys of His sweet comfort taste, — 
 For at His feet flowers spring in desert waste, 
 And gushing waters in dry sands abound, 
 And shadowing Rock in sultry land is found ; 
 New earth, new deeps beneath, new heavens above, 
 Proclaim, in rapturous tones, that God is Love ; 
 Mankind, the tidings glad at last believing, 
 The boundless, endless, love of God receiving, 
 Becomes the Temple-throne where King may dwell, 
 Brings forth, with joy, the Child Immanuel. 
 
 " O most gracious and deep love of God in Christ Jesus, I 
 beseech thee grant me thy Pearl, impress it into my Soul, and 
 take my Soul into Thine arms." 
 
 Jacob Behmen. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 ORDER. 
 
 I. Dedication 
 
 THE CROSS. 
 
 II. The Cross 
 
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 III. Sub Silentio, I. . . . iC 
 
 IV. The Cherubim ..... 19 
 V. Purification . . .23 
 
 VI. Palm Sunday, I. . . . . 24 
 
 VII. Palm Sunday, II. . . .27 
 
 VIII. A Dream ...... 32 
 
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 THE RESURRECTION. 
 IX. Easter Monday . . . . .41 
 
 X. Song: "Be thy Heart with Valour filled " 44 
 XI. Marie . . . . . .46 
 
 XII. Easter Dawn — Christian and Jew . . 54 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 ORDER. 
 
 XIII. Three Roses .... 
 
 XIV. The Beloved 
 
 XV. The< Prayer of Elijah 
 XVI. The Song of the King's Daughter 
 XVII. Sub Silentio, II. 
 XVIII. A" Message .... 
 XIX. An Answer .... 
 XX. My Sabbath 
 XXI. The Unspoken Word . 
 XXII. The Song of Judah 
 
 XXIII. My Lady's Bower 
 
 XXIV. The Song of Songs 
 XXV. The Child Bride 
 
 XXVI. The Knowledge of the Lord . 
 XXVII. The New Song . . . 
 
 XXVIII. O Wondrous Eyes! 
 XXIX. The Lily of the Field 
 XXX. Two Visions 
 XXXI. The Harp of David . 
 XXXII. The Bride .... 
 XXXIII. Unexpressed .... 
 
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 XXXIV. The Holy of Holies 
 XXXV. The Song of Holy Rest 
 XXXVI. Magnificat . 
 XXXVII. The Rest of God 
 XXXVIII. The Cloudy Tower 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 ORDER. PAGE. 
 
 Interlude. 
 
 XXXIX. Early Love . . .'*'". .161 
 
 The Thread Resumed. 
 
 XL. A Song of Holy Death, I. . . 165 
 
 XLI. A Song of Holy Death, II. . . . 167 
 
 XLII. Swan Song . " . . . . 170 
 
 Interlude. 
 
 XLIII. In Memoriam, I. .... 177 
 
 XLIV. „ II. . . . I? 8 
 
 XLV. „ III. . ' . .179 
 
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 XLVI. Death in Life . . . , 183 
 
 XLVII. Israel, I. ..... 184 
 
 XLVIII. "The Paradisical Garden of Roses" . 185 
 
 XLIX. A Battle Call ..... 187 
 
 L. Love Song ..... 192 
 
 LI. The Nightingale to the Rose 
 LII. The Silent Harp, I. 
 
 Interlude. 
 LIII. When 
 
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 The Thread Resumed. 
 LIV. The Ninth of Ab .... 208 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Interlude. 
 
 LV. Love and Death; I. 
 LVI. Love and Death, II. 
 LVII. Song: "O my Lady! O my Lady! 
 
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 The Thread Resumed. 
 
 LVIII. TSRAEL, II. 
 
 LIX. Two Voices 
 LX. The King's Daughter 
 LXI. Prayer 
 
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 Interlude. 
 
 LXII. Love and Death, III. 
 LXIII. In Memoriam —Marie .... 
 LXIV. Song: "This Love that surgeth in my 
 Breast" . 
 
 LXV. Love and Death, IV. 
 
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 The Thread Resumed. 
 
 LXVI. Israel', III. 
 LXVII. The Chariot of Israel 
 LXVIII. The Immutable . 
 LXIX. The True Friend 
 LXX. The Evening of the Sabbath 
 LXXI. The Eternal Refuge 
 LXXII. The Spaces of Sweet Gardens 
 LXXIII. The Love Tree 
 LXXIV. The Lily Flower 
 LXXV. Living ok Dying, we are the Lord 
 LXXVI. O Starry Skies . 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 ORDER. PAGE. 
 
 LXXVII. The Holy Day .... 292 
 
 LXXVIII. The Bride's Desire .... 293 
 
 LXXIX. Epithalamium .... 295 
 
 Interlude. 
 
 LXXX. Song: " Thine Anguish for my Sin" . 305 
 LXXXI. Song : "As Silver Moonlight on the Sea" 306 
 
 The Thread Resumed. 
 
 LXXXII. The Silent Harp, II. . . .311 
 
 Interlude. 
 
 LXXXIII. Love and Death, V. . . . 317 
 
 LXXXIV. Forever . . . . 319 
 
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 The Thread Resumed. 
 
 LXXXV. The New Mary .... 
 
 LXXX VI. A Vision of Judgment, I. . . , 325 
 
 LXXXVII. „ „ II. . 326 
 
 LXXXVUI. The Dove . . . . .327 
 
 LXXXIX. The New Covenant ... 328 
 
 XC. The Perfect Law .... 333 
 
 XCI. The Love of Christ . . . 334 
 
 XCII. Valediction .... 343 
 
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 The TRIUMPH of LOVE 
 
 Mystical Poem 
 
 IN SONGS, SONNETS, AND VERSE. 
 
 BY 
 
 ELLA DIETZ. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 E. W, ALLEN. L AVE MARIA LANE. 
 
 and Stationers' Hall Court. 
 
 mdccclxxvii. 
 
THE ENGLISH PRESS. 
 
 THE EXAMINER. 
 
 There is no ordinary depth and tenderness of feeling in these 
 poems. They have a curious resemblance in sentiment to the 
 mystical poetry of the seventeenth century. Such a song as the 
 following might have been written by a female George Herbert : — 
 
 " O touch me not, unless thy soul 
 
 Can 'claim my soul as thine; 
 Give me no earthly flowers that fade, 
 
 No love, but love divine : 
 For I gave thee immortal flowers, 
 That bloomed serene in heavenly bowers. 
 
 Look not with favour on my face, 
 
 Nor answer my caress, 
 Unless my soul have first found grace 
 
 Within thy sight ; express 
 Only the truth, though it should be 
 Cold as the ice on northern sea. 
 
 O never speak of love to me, 
 
 Unless thy heart can feel 
 That in the face of Deity 
 
 Thou wouldst that love reveal : 
 For God is love, and His bright law 
 Should find our hearts without one flaw." 
 
 THE ACADEMY. 
 
 If the book is simply an expression of human love, it is very 
 graceful and full of poetical feeling. In their first and obvious 
 meaning some of the sonnets are beautiful. We quote one from 
 the early part of the book : — 
 
 " Should we part now ? O love, how can we part ? 
 Leave if thou wilt, thou canst not take away 
 Tlit glory and the brightness of the day. 
 My soul will be with thine where'er thou art : 
 Till thou canst send the red blood from thy heart 
 Thou canst not banish me, though I may stay 
 As silently ; still shall my silence pray 
 Until thy spirit feel the vital smart. 
 
I would not have thee suffer. O my own, 
 
 I would not hold thee, thou shouldst still be free. 
 
 For when thou goest I am not alone. 
 
 Thou canst not take thyself away from me : - 
 
 But thou canst dim the brightness of the sun 
 
 With clouds. O love! I would not have thee gone !" 
 
 SUNDAY TIMES. 
 
 Few volumes of modern poetry deserve a warmer welcome than 
 The Triumph of Love of Miss Ella Dietz. Tender, thoughtful, and 
 womanly throughout, it rises at points into absolute inspiration, 
 and it has every variety of charm that cultivation, fervent aspiration, 
 and poetic perception can bestow. Its attractions for the reader 
 will be increased when he knows that the author is an artist who 
 has won herself position upon the stage. A work must, of course, 
 stand upon its own merits and be judged apart from all personal 
 claim of the author. When, however, tested by the most rigid 
 standard, it wins admiration, the fact that the author has claims 
 of another class cannot fail to enhance the interest it possesses. 
 
 Not so accustomed, indeed, are our artists to go out of themselves 
 and seek distinction in kindred walks that we can be otherwise 
 than grateful when we find an instance such as this in question. 
 
 We accord thus a warm reception to a book that needs no 
 such recommendation, for the fact that its writer is one who has 
 won our admiration by the display of other phases of her talent. 
 
 As Miss Dietz supplies as the second title of her book the words 
 "A Mystical Poem," it is pardonable on our part if we fail to 
 grasp its entire significance or to set before our readers the full 
 scope of its aim. Not at all the kind of victory ordinarily chaunted 
 is the triumph Miss Dietz sings. To those who look only on 
 the surface of things that may, indeed, seem like defeat which is 
 advanced as victory. The crown of martyrdom, phantom-like as 
 is its circlet, is, in fact, as real as those "golden rounds" which 
 have come to stand as the symbol of authority. Love stronger 
 than death, love immortal, living beyond the grave, love that 
 " Lives and spreads aloft by those pure eye.-. 
 And perlect witness of all-judging Jove." 
 
is what she sings. A sonnet from the Portuguese of Mrs. Barrett 
 
 Browning, who is evidently a strong favourite of the modern 
 
 poetess, might, indeed, serve as a motto to the volume. The 
 
 sonnet referred to is that familiar one commencing 
 
 •' How do I love thee, let me count thy ways," 
 and ending 
 
 " If God please, 
 I shall but love thee better after death." 
 
 Two lines, indeed, from the author's own prologue, might serve 
 
 the same purpose. They are as follows: 
 
 " And fight once fought, the crown's forever won, 
 For what God doeth cannot be undone." 
 
 It is involved in the very conditions under which a poem like 
 this is written that it is impossible to give by separate extracts an 
 idea of the sustained grace, beauty and tenderness of the whole. 
 This, however, is the only resource left us. The reader who seeks 
 to comprehend the relation to each other of the different portions 
 headed by such names as "Retrospection," "Introspection," 
 " The Reality," " The Temptation," and " The Triumph," the re- 
 current sweetness of the refrains or the pathos of the " Interludes " 
 must turn to the volume. 
 
 THE PHYSCHOLOGICAL REVIEW. 
 
 Every true poet, yea, every original thinker, is a mystical 
 teacher for some stage of initiation into the hidden life, and every 
 one by birthright has entered into one or more of its degrees. He 
 is more immediately and widely heard w r hb can give expression to 
 the mystic feeling of the greater number. * * * The writer 
 seems to have drank deeply of the well of our best Elizabethan 
 poets ; some verses remind us of Spenser, and the unity of purpose 
 and subject of the sonnets of those of Shakespere. 
 
 The poem called " Emanation " reads like pages of Jacob Bohme 
 turned into musical verse, and gaining in force and clearness by 
 the translation ; it is suggestive of the true origin and progress of 
 species. 
 
The TRIUMPH of TIME 
 
 Mystical Poem. 
 
 BY 
 
 ELLA DIETZ. 
 
 A Sequel to " The Triumph of Love. 
 
 LONDON : 
 E. W. ALLEN. 4, AVE MARIA LANE. 
 
 MDCCCLXXXIV. 
 
 [All Rights Reserved.: 
 
THE ENGLISH PRESS. 
 
 THE ACADEMY. 
 
 The Triumph of Time. By Ella Dietz. (E. W. Allen.) Miss 
 Dietz's name was familiar in London two or three years ago as 
 that of a young actress and public reader. Since then, the lady 
 has spent some time in America in the pursuit of her profession, 
 and the English public have heard but little of her. Shortly before 
 leaving England, she published a mystical poem entitled The 
 Triumph of Love, and it is as a sequel to that work that the 
 present book is published. Like its predecessor, the new poem is 
 chiefly remarkable for a somewhat vivid delineation of ascetic 
 passion. It has a pathetic and obvious human interest, quite 
 apart from its hidden intention. Indeed, we must frankly confess 
 to some unwillingness to dig beneath the surface for the meaning 
 of Miss Dietz's work. The psychical problems that lie buried 
 beneath a series of short poems, which tell the simple story of the 
 triumph of time over love, need not be disturbed in their tomb. 
 Setting aside the mystical pretensions of Miss Dietz's book, we 
 find much to commend in its sweetness and simplicity, its direct- 
 ness and force. There is the ease of mastery in not a few of these 
 poems. The writer knows what she can do, and does it without 
 effort. Certain of the slighter pieces show that Miss Dietz has 
 .studied Goethe's lyrics and ballads to some purpose. 
 
 "Let those who will forget 
 
 Love's sacred ways ; 
 Mine eyes with tears are wet 
 
 For love's lost days. 
 
 Mine eyes with tears are wet 
 
 My heart is sad, 
 Let those who will forget 
 
 To make it glad." 
 
 There is a pure and tender womanliness in everything this book 
 contains. There are a few ambitious poems in the volume — poems 
 in which the simple human significance of a situation does not 
 
serve, and symbol is aimed after. Of these, the best is the sonnet 
 
 headed, "Waters in the Desert.'-' It does no injustice to Miss 
 
 Christina Rossetti to say that, but for the cumbrousness of the 
 
 tenth line, the following might almost be mistaken for her writing : — 
 
 " Long time I wandered in a barren land, 
 
 My stumbling feet beset by unknown ways, 
 
 The scorching sun blinding my weary gaze, 
 
 A brazen sky above a waste of sand, 
 
 No shelter from the torturing burning rays: 
 
 God! I cried, end now my nights and days, 
 Smite me with death, yea, strike me where I stand. 
 And Thou didst smite, as Moses smote the rock, 
 
 Not unto death, for forth there gushing flowed 
 A stream of life, and suddenly there glowed 
 
 Bright roses where had been an earthquake's shock. 
 And grasses green appeared, and cattle lowed, 
 
 And by a stream a shepherd fed his flock." 
 
 THE LITERARY WORLD. 
 
 The Triumph of Time. A mystical poem of considerable power 
 and beauty, composed of lyrics and sonnets on the varying 
 phases of religious feeling and human love. A rare grace and 
 a tender beauty breathe in these strange songs. The flow of 
 the verse is as easy as if the writer's thought was metrical. 
 One is surprised to find so little demand made on the tolerance 
 for obscurity which is generally accorded to mystical poetry. 
 Some of these sonnets are of uncommon excellence — for example, 
 the series entitled " When Beauty Fades,'' from which we give 
 
 the second : — 
 
 So I be fair to thee, I care not when 
 
 1 loose the bloom that other eyes admire ; 
 When I lose grace for thee let kind hands 'tire 
 
 Me in my burial-robes and hide me; then 
 I shall have lived too long in sight of men 
 
 If thy love fickle prove ; let me retire 
 
 To some dim solitude, and there expire 
 Alone, forgotten, out of sight and ken. 
 Tell me what grace in me first won thy heart? 
 
 ,What didst thou find in me worthy to prize ? 
 Oh ! was it not for some immortal part 
 
 Rather than for that fair which fades and dies ? 
 Didst thou not say, " I love thee as thou art 
 
 And as thou shalt be when the dead shall rise? " 
 
" The Winged Harp " and " Henceforth 1 will believe that thou 
 dost love " are equally well worth quoting. It is peculiarly difficult 
 to make selections from this poem, because in many instances a 
 great part of the happy effect of sonnet or song is due to its 
 position, and is dependent on what precedes and follows. Just as- 
 in a beautiful country the artist finds it impossible to satisfy 
 himself with a prospect that will fit into the limits of a picture, and 
 as no musician will offer a few bars as a specimen of a sonata, so 
 from this poem of sudden transition of thought, and feeling, and 
 metre, we cannot cull without injustice. Yet, notwithstanding our 
 scruples about cutting and carving, we must have a few verses 
 from the " Hymn of Praise.'' 
 
 Father of all, who hast given the dawn and the dew. 
 The night and the stars, which are but as shadows of Thee ; 
 
 We bathe in Thy light, and our souls are reborn and made new. 
 We kneel in Thy sight, and arise with our pinions set free. 
 
 Thou hast given us songs for our joy, and laments for our sorrow. 
 
 Thou hast given the rushing of rivers, the murmurs of seas, 
 Thou hast given us dreams of the night, and new life on the morrow, 
 
 Thy hand is the hand that hath made and hath given us these. 
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 Each June brings its roses, the shadows of roses supernal. 
 
 Each autumn its vintage, its harvest of fruits and of flowers, 
 And these blessings of earth are but types of the blessings eternal. 
 
 Eternal as time with its pageant of days and of hours. 
 
 Oh : hide not Thy face nor Thy light, though in darkness thou shinest. 
 We know and acknowledge that Thbuart our Lord and our God ; 
 
 Without Thee all pleasures are dead, and joys e'en the divinest 
 Become as the dust of the earth which our feet have downtrod. 
 
 THE CHURCH REFORMER. 
 
 Review. The Triumph of Time. Mystical Poem. By Ella Dietz. 
 A Mystical Poem runs the risk of obtaining but few readers in 
 these days in which men boast, with what terribly ludicrous 
 results, of being so practical. We hope in some future numbers 
 to be able to offer to our readers a few papers on Mysticism 
 by the anthoress of this volume. Of this poem we would say- 
 that any one who is in the habit of making a reverential studv 
 
of the Holy Scriptures both of the Old and New Testament, 
 will find it in much to help them and a good deal to suggest 
 new thoughts. That the writer is one of the most exquisite 
 "Rosalinds" ever seen on the stage will perhaps induce some 
 to read the book who would otherwise have been frightened by 
 its description as "mystical" : and will also perhaps make them 
 demand much more than they get in the ordinary interpreters 
 ■of "Rosalind." We quote a few verses from "The Virgin 
 
 Mother " 
 
 " They have no wine " the Mother said 
 To Him who was the fountain head 
 
 Of wine the great joy giver ; 
 "They have no wine;" the vessels till 
 With water, and the Royal will 
 
 Made wine flow like a river. 
 
 "They have no wine," the Mother prays 
 E'en now when tearful voices raise 
 
 Their tones of sad repenting 
 O blessed Mother-prayers, prevail 
 To bring forth wine that shall prevail 
 
 To heal past all relenting. 
 
 O Tli on who art the very vine 
 
 From which flows forth the living wine 
 
 Strengthen our feeble praying : 
 Sweet Mother Mary near us stand. 
 The people faint make swift demand, 
 
 Our need brooks no delaying. 
 
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 Mother all joy is withered 
 From men let tender words be said, 
 
 To call down marriage blessing, 
 Speak to thy Son but once again, 
 Bring joy unto the sons of men, 
 
 Yea, rapture past expressing. 
 
 Thou blessed Virgin Mother mild 
 Who nurturdest at thy breast the child 
 
 For which the earth is groaning ; 
 Breathe words of wisdom in our ear 
 That hungering, thirsting hearts may hear 
 
 And cease their restless moaning 
 
 Fresh springs "of joy are found in Thee 
 Tabors and pipes and minstrelsy, 
 And ecstacy of motion ; 
 
Who made the birds' swift-winged grace, 
 The courser— fleet to run his race, 
 The finny tribes of ocean. 
 
 From thee all human joy doth spring, 
 The insect world on gauzy wing 
 
 Quivers with exultation — 
 And shall not man as happy find 
 His wealth of joy in one great Mind 
 
 That formed the whole creation. 
 
 There is no joy but what He gives, 
 Supremest joy within Him lives, 
 
 Yea, joy beyond comparing ; 
 Reject Him and we suffer loss, 
 Nailing His love upon the cross ; 
 
 Such grief must God be sharing. 
 
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