CREDO How easily my neighbor chants his creed, Watching meantime the white, slow sunbeam move Whose free, wild song sounds through the open door. Thou God supreme I too, I too, believe! But O, forgive, if this one human word, Binding the deep and breathless thought of Thee And my own conscience with an iron band, - Stick in my throat. I cannot say it, thus And soul of majesty. 'Tis not man's faith In Thee that he proclaims in echoed phrase, Christ of Judea, look thou in my heart! Pure soul and tenderest of all that came Lead me, yea, lead me deeper into life, NON SINE DOLORE 181 And breathest still, and hold'st thy way divine. But lead me, Man Divine, Where'er thou will'st, only that I may find The very Word of Him, the unseen, unknown NON SINE DOLORE I WHAT, then, is Life what Death? Thus the Answerer saith; O faithless mortal, bend thy head and listen: Down o'er the vibrant strings, That thrill, and moan, and mourn, and glisten, A voiceless pause; then upward, see, it springs, While, shaken with woe, With breaks of instant joy all interwoven, Life is the downward stroke; the upward, Life; II Then spake the Questioner: If 't were only this, That plunges steep athwart each human breath? Meant only more of Life as mortals know it, If, having soared pure spirit at the last, Free from the impertinence and warp of flesh, Ah! who would care to die - From out these fields and hills, and this familiar sky; These firm, sure hands that compass us, this dear humanity? Again the Answerer saith: O ye of little faith, III Shall, then, the spirit prove craven, And Death's divine deliverance but give A summer rest and haven? By all most noble in us, by the light that streams Into our waking dreams, Ah, we who know what Life is, let us live! Clearer and freer, who shall doubt? Something of dust and darkness cast forever out; NON SINE DOLORE But Life, still Life, that leads to higher Life, 183 Even tho' the highest be not free from the immortal strife. The highest! Soul of man, O, be thou bold, And to the brink of thought draw near, behold! Where, where in all the universe of God, Hath strife forever ceased? When hath not some great orb flashed into space The terror of its doom? When hath no human face For that some horrid sin had stampt its image there? If at our passing Life be Life increased, And we ourselves flame pure unfettered soul, Like the Eternal Power that made the whole And lives in all He made From shore of matter to the unknown spirit shore; If, sire to son, and tree to limb, Cycle on countless cycle more and more We grow to be like Him; If He lives on, serene and unafraid, Through all His light, His love, His living thought, One with the sufferer, be it soul or star; If He escape not pain, what beings that are Can e'er escape while Life leads on and up the unseen way and far? If He escape not, by whom all was wrought, Whate'er of godlike solace still may be, For in all worlds there is no Life without a pang, and can be naught. No Life without a pang! It were not Life, If ended were the strife Man were not man, nor God were truly God! The lark thrill skyward in an arrow of song: Upsprings the exultant spirit, wild and free. Who never yet was crusht 'neath heavy woe. Nor can, the bliss of being brave Who never hath faced death, nor with unquailing eye hath measured his own grave. Courage, and pity, and divinest scorn - Self-scorn, self-pity, and high courage of the soul; The passion for the goal; The strength to never yield tho' all be lost All these are born Of endless strife; this is the eternal cost Of every lovely thought that through the portal But with extreme and terrible delight Know thou the truth, Nor let thy heart be heavy with false ruth. No passing burden is our earthly sorrow That shall depart in some mysterious morrow. 'Tis His one universe where'er we are One changeless law from sun to viewless star. Were sorrow evil here, evil it were forever, Beyond the scope and help of our most keen endeavor. God doth not dote, His everlasting purpose shall not fail. Here where our ears are weary with the wail |