God's great eye is open; God's eye looketh through, Seeing, comprehending What all tendeth to. Nought that Eye withstandeth; Its keen shafts of sight, Like electric arrows Cleave the depths of night, Thou canst not enshroud thee In a pall so dense, But God's eye hath tracked thee, And will draw thee thence. God is with thee, round thee, On thee like the meshes Of a wondrous net. There is no escaping! Death but brings thee nigher; Lays thee still more open To His glance of fire! Yet fear not but rather Let thy soul rejoice That God's Omnipresence, Is beyond thy choice. That from the All-Seeing For that ceaseless vision, MARY HOWITT. AD SEPULCRUM. A FRAGMENT. His plumy helm he laid aside, Agnes! Agnes ! Here he doff'd his knightly pride, His knees on the sod he leant, Where thou art sleeping: His brows to the cross he bent, Bitterly weeping. The gusts, that made the branches moan Betroth'd Agnes! Pierc'd his bosom always lone Betray'd Agnes! Billow-like swell'd the grief Over his heart anew: Prone to the ground he fell, Like a cold corse in hue. Word of grief none he spoke : There should his heart have broke Up! he'll fight in Palestina, Bare of his dishonour'd helm, He that left thine head uncover'd Unto scorns that overwhelm. There on grappled flag the dying Templars set Strained eyeballs,-and their flying Souls forget. There the horsehoofs, rearing wildly, Burst the pikemen's kneeling line Ere the scimitar-waving rider Sinks by cross-bow shaft supine. Under the fallen steed, Cloven in twain his arm, Over the slain his head, Feet on the groaning warm. Pass'd by the flying rout, Stiff as the quarry-stone. In the solitude of the many dead, From the bonds of numbness and of pain, From oblivion craved and coveted, Let to conscience wake his heart again. Saying, How shall he enter where Christ in all time is view'd? Faith is unbroken there, Love is not lewd. Ah, Christ! that I could breathe her tale Yet once more in his ears! To the proud man's eyes before he dies She twin'd herself a chaplet Of the white may and the red; She twin'd herself her chaplet, Then tore it from her head. |