POEMS.
121
We make an idol, then the word is spoken
Out of the lips of the great God and just;
If nought we heed, our hearts must needs be broken,
Till they be humbled to the very dust.
Out of the lips of the great God and just;
If nought we heed, our hearts must needs be broken,
Till they be humbled to the very dust.
Sometimes at even we can catch the gleaming,
And hear the rustle of angelic wings;
It cannot be that we are only dreaming—
That sweet, sweet voice is surely hers that sings!
And hear the rustle of angelic wings;
It cannot be that we are only dreaming—
That sweet, sweet voice is surely hers that sings!
Across our lives she comes oft in a vision,
And oh! the wondrous peace, the untold rest,
To know that she is in the fields Elysian,
For ever loving, and for ever blest.
And oh! the wondrous peace, the untold rest,
To know that she is in the fields Elysian,
For ever loving, and for ever blest.
We cannot murmur, for she did but leave us,
To draw our steps as with a beacon light
To Heaven's gate, where God grant she may meet us—
Our angel child in dazzling robes of white.
To draw our steps as with a beacon light
To Heaven's gate, where God grant she may meet us—
Our angel child in dazzling robes of white.
A little grave, where, on the breezes blowing,
Are sound of bells that in the distance ring,
And meek-eyed daisies round its base are growing,
And withered flowers of love still o'er it cling.
Are sound of bells that in the distance ring,
And meek-eyed daisies round its base are growing,
And withered flowers of love still o'er it cling.
A calm bright spot, for there the waving grasses
Seem ever whisp'ring of our darling's life,
And to the mourner onward as he passes
Doth banish far away earth's care and strife.
Seem ever whisp'ring of our darling's life,
And to the mourner onward as he passes
Doth banish far away earth's care and strife.
