Poems (Argent)/Between Two Worlds
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BETWEEN TWO WORLDS.
"Betwixt two worlds life hovers like a star."
A TENDER touch athwart the sky, A soft sweet light,Drawn by a Spirit Hand that parts The day from night.
A dying red, a faint pink hue— A purple shroudStrewn round the setting sun that drops 'Neath rolling cloud.
And myriad stars creep out and shine O'er that still breastOf vaulted blue, so calm and deep In tranquil rest.
A hush, a silence o'er the earth, A look divine,As from the eyes of One who sees Farther than mine!
A visionary dream weaves round My listening heart,Oh, night! how wonderful and grand To me thou art.
Far off the ripples of the sea Break on the sand,Most musical the echoes steal 'Cross sky and land.
One bird is warbling loud and clear, The nightingaleSings to the moon in rapturous notes Her oft-told tale.
What time the shadows sweep betwixt The radiant sky,She loves to pour her liquid tones In one low sigh.
Between two worlds we live and move Of joy and woe,The spirit and the fleshly school Whose wavelets flow,
Adown the rugged shores of Time Unto the goalThat lies in earthly mists, yet guides The struggling soul.
Two worlds! the unseen and the seen, Like day and night, Parted by that same Hand that wields The dark and light.
Dear God! who giveth each and all,— The stars and sun,—Help us to say, through storm and cloud, "Thy will be done!"