He who saw in children's eyes Who made the poor man's lowly And sweat of work more sweet Than incense at God's feet; Who turned the God of Fear Who looked through shame and sin Whose memory, since he died, Hath been the stay and the hold And the world on its upward path II Ah, no! If the Christ you mean Shall pass from this time, this scene, These hearts, these lives of ours, 'Tis but as the summer flowers Pass, but return again, To gladden a world of men. For he, the only, the true, In each age, in each waiting heart, Tho' he pass, he shall not depart. Behold him now where he comes! But the lord of our hearts, of our homes, THE PASSING OF CHRIST Of our hopes, our prayers, our needs; The lover of women and men, 'Tis he, as none other can, That strikes through the dreadful pain Of life, a reason sane That word divine which brought The universe from naught. Ah, no, thou life of the heart, Never shalt thou depart! Not till the leaven of God Not till the world shall climb To thy hight serene, sublime, Shall the Christ who enters our door Pass to return no more. 179 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! Binding the deep and breathless thought of Thee 'Tis not man's faith In Thee that he proclaims in echoed phrase, But faith in man; faith not in Thine own Christ, 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 NON SINE DOLORE WHAT, then, is Life I 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, On, on the ceaseless music sings, Restless, intense, serene; 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; |