Nor ever shall he be, in praise, by wise or good forsaken, Named softly as the household name of one whom God hath taken. With quiet sadness and no gloom I learn to think upon him, With meekness that is gratefulness to God whose heaven hath won him Who suffered once the madness-cloud to His own love to blind him, But gently led the blind along where breath, and bird could find him; And wrought within his shattered brain, such quick poetic senses Wild timid hares were drawn from woods to share his home caresses, Uplooking to his human eyes with sylvan tendernesses; The very world, by God's constraint, from falsehood's ways removing, Its women and its men became beside him true and loving. But while in blindness he remained unconscious of the guiding, Like a sick child that knoweth not his mother whilst she blesses, And drops upon his burning brow the coolness of her kisses; That turns his fevered eyes around-"My mother! where's my mother?" As if such tender words and looks could come from any other! The fever gone, with leaps of heart he sees her bending o'er him, Her face all pale from watchful love, the unweary love she bore him! Thus woke the poet from the dream his life's long fever gave him, Beneath those deep pathetic Eyes, which closed in death to save him! Thus? oh, not thus! no type of earth could image that awaking, Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him breaking, Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted, But felt those eyes alone, and knew, "My Savior! not deserted!" Deserted! who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested Upon the Victim's hidden face no love was manifested! What frantic hands outstretched have e'er the atoning drops averted? What tears have washed them from the soul, that one should be deserted? Deserted! God could separate from His own essence rather; And Adam's sins have swept between the righteous son and Father; Yea, once, Immanuel's orphaned cry his universe hath shakenIt went up single, echoless, "My God, I am forsaken!" It went up from the Holy's lips amid his lost creation, And I, on Cowper's grave, should see his rapture in a vision! Victoria's Tears. ["When the Princess Victoria was first informed that she was Queen of Great Britain, she was so affected by the responsibilities of her new position, that she burst into tears." ] “་ MAIDEN, heir of kings, A king has left his place; The Majesty of death has swept All other from his face. And thou, upon thy mother's breast But take the glory for the rest, And rule the land that loves thee best." The maiden wept; She wept to wear a crown! They decked her courtly halls They reined her hundred steedsThey shouted at her palace gate, "A noble Queen succeeds!" Her name has stirred the mountains' sleep, Who wept to wear a crown. She saw no purple shine, For tears had dimmed her eyes: And while the heralds played their part "God save the Queen," from hill to martShe heard, through all, her beating heart, And turned and wept! She wept to wear a crown. God save thee, weeping Queen! As those pure tears have moved; Strange blessing on the nation lies Yea, wept, to wear its crown. God bless thee, weeping Queen, With blessing more divine; And fill with better love than earth's That when the thrones of earth shall be A pierced hand may give to thee To wear that heavenly crown. When We Two Parted. W HEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. |