Which most leave undone, or despise : She hath no scorn of common things, Blessing she is God made her so, She is most fair, and thereunto She is a woman: one in whom Though knowing well that life hath room For many blights and many tears. I love her with a love as still And, on its full, deep breast serene, It flows around them and between, And makes them fresh and fair and green, Sweet homes wherein to live and die. ABOVE AND BELOW. I. DWELLERS in the valley-land, Who in deep twilight grope and cower, Till the slow mountain's dial-hand Shortens to noon's triumphal hour, While ye sit idle, do ye think The Lord's great work sits idle too? That light dare not o'erleap the brink Of morn, because 't is dark with you? Though yet your valleys skulk in night, The night-shed tears of Earth she dries! The Lord wants reapers: O, mount up, The Master hungers while ye wait; II. Lone watcher on the mountain-height, The first long surf of climbing light Flood all the thirsty east with gold; But we, who in the shadow sit, Know also when the day is nigh, Seeing thy shining forehead lit With his inspiring prophecy. Thou hast thine office; we have ours; But not the less do thou aspire Plunge deep the rowels of thy speech. Yet God deems not thine aeried sight More worthy than our twilight dim; For meek Obedience, too, is Light, And following that is finding Him. THE CHANGELING. HAD a little daughter, And she was given to me To lead me gently backward To the Heavenly Father's knee, That I, by the force of nature, Might in some dim wise divine The depth of his infinite patience To this wayward soul of mine. I know not how others saw her, And the light of the heaven she came from To what can I liken her smiling Upon me, her kneeling lover, How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids, And dimpled her wholly over, |