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The signs of Heaven she reads : My face is all the Heaven she sees
Is all the Heaven she needs,
And she is well, yea, bathed in bliss,
faceBehind it all is tenderness,
And truthfulness and grace.
I mean her well so earnestly,
Unchanged in changing mood; My life would go without a sigh
To bring her something good.
I also am a child, and I
Am ignorant and weak;
gaze upon the starry sky,
For all behind the starry sky,
Behind the world so broad, Behind men's hearts and souls, doth lie
The Infinite of God.
If true to her, though dark with doubt
I cannot choose but be,
Art surely true to me.
If I am low and sinful, bring
; Thou knowest what an awful thing
It is to be a Life.
Hast Thou not wisdom to enwrap
My waywardness around, And hold me quietly on the lap
Of Love without a bound?
And so I sit in Thy wide space,
My child upon my knee ; She looketh up into my face, And I look up to Thee.
Sleeping the firs on the bleak rock above; Nought wakes, save grateful hearts, silently creeping Up to their Lord in the might of their love.
What Thou hast given to me, Lord, here I bring
Thee, Odour, and light, and the magic of gold; Feet which must follow Thee, lips which must
sing Thee, Limbs which must ache for Thee 'ere they grow
What Thou hast given to me, Lord, here I render,
From the Saint's Tragedy-CHARLES KINGSLEY
A CHILD'S a plaything for an hour ; Its pretty
tricks we try For that or for a longer space
Then tire, and lay it by.
But I knew one that to itself
All seasons could control; That would have mock'd the sense of pain
Out of a grieved soul.
Thou straggler into loving arms,
Young climber up of knees, When I forget thy thousand ways Then life and all shall cease.
FONDLY the wise man said that foolishness
In a child's heart was bound, and said the rod Could perfect that which surelier one caress Lays, love-baptized, before the feet of God.
And fondly he, the passionate saint who steeped
They erred. The child is, was, and still shall be,
I, at the least, who knew and ever grieve
ELIZABETH RACHEL CHAPMAN