The laurel-leaves are cool and green, But the thorns are hot and sharp ; Lean Hunger grins and stares between The poet and his harp, Though of Love's sunny sheen his woof have been, Grim want thrusts in the warp. And if, beyond this darksome clime, That keeps unjarred the blissful chime Of its golden infancy,— Where the harvest-time of faith sublime Not always is to be ; Yet would the true soul rather choose A home where sorrow is, Than in a sated peace to lose Its life's supremest bliss,— The rainbow hues that bend profuse O'er cloudy spheres like this,— The want, the sorrow, and the pain, That are Love's right to cure, The sunshine bursting after rain,— The gladness insecure, That makes us fain strong hearts to gain, To do and to endure. High natures must be thunder-scarred From mother Sorrow's breasts the bard Sucks gifts of deepest song; Nor all unmarred with struggles hard Dear Patience, too, is born of woe, Patience, that opes the gate Where through the soul of man must go Up to each nobler state, Whose voice's flow so meek and low Smooths the bent brows of Fate. Though Fame be slow, yet Death is swift, And, o'er the spirit's eyes, Life after life doth change and shift With larger destinies : As on we drift, some wider rift Shows us serener skies. And, though naught falleth to us here When climbed to, seems but dross, Yet all, though ne'er Christ's faith they wear, At least may share his cross. That ever drew the air, The wildest and most wayward, A breath of summer wind. Into the eternal shadow That girds our life around, Into the infinite silence Wherewith Death's shore is bound, Thou hast gone forth, beloved! And I were mean to weep, That thou hast left Life's shallows And dost possess the Deep. Thou liest low and silent, Thy heart is cold and still, Thine eyes are shut for ever, And Death hath had his will; He loved and would have taken, Let him possess thy body, Thy soul is still with me, More sunny and more gladsome Than it was wont to be: Thy body was a fetter That bound me to the flesh, Thank God that it is broken, And now I live afresh! |