Yet both are near, and both are dear, His victim won: "We have his dearest, His only son !" VI. The rites prepared, the victim bared, He caught her away with a sudden cry; I am his dearest!" rush'd on the knife. "O, Father Odin, We give you a life. Which was his nearest? Who was his dearest? The Gods have answer'd; We give them the wife!" WAGES. G LORY of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong— Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she: Give her the glory of going on, and still to be. The wages of sin is death: if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky: Give her the wages of going on, and not to die. THE HIGHER PANTHEISM. HE sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? Is not the Vision He? tho' He be not that which He seems! Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Dark is the world to thee: thyself art the reason why; Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom, Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled splendor and gloom. Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God is law, say the wise; O Soul, and let us rejoice, Law is God, say some: no God at all, says the fool; For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool; And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man can. not see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision-were it not He? LOWER in the crannied wall, F1 pluck you out of the crannies, Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, THE VOICE AND THE PEAK. HE voice and the Peak THE Far over summit and lawn, The lone glow and long roar Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn! All night have I heard the voice Rave over the rocky bar, But thou wert silent in heaven, Hast thou no voice, O Peak, "A thousand voices go To North, South, East, and West; And moan and sink to their rest. "The fields are fair beside them, The chestnut towers in his bloom; But they they feel the desire of the deepFall, and follow their doom. "The deep has power on the height, And the height has power on the deep; They are raised for ever and ever, And sink again into sleep." Not raised for ever and ever, But when their cycle is o'er, Pass, and are found no more. The Peak is high and flush'd At his highest with sunrise fire; The Peak is high, and the stars are high, And the thought of a man is higher. A deep below the deep, And a height beyond the height! Our hearing is not hearing, And our seeing is not sight. The voice and the Peak The lone glow and long roar Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn! IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON. IGHTINGALES warbled without, Within was weeping for thee: Shadows of three dead men Walk'd in the walks with me, Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three. Nightingales sang in his woods: Nightingales warbled and sang Of a passion that lasts but a day; Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay. Two dead men have I known In courtesy like to thee: Two dead men have I loved With a love that ever will be : Three dead men have I loved, and thou art last of the three. CHILD-SONGS. I. THE CITY CHILD. DAINTY little maiden, whither would you wander? Whither from this pretty home, the home where mother dwells? "Far and far away," said the dainty little maiden, "All among the gardens, auriculas, anemones, Roses and lilies and Canterbury-bells." Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? |