And scatter far afield, Till it, in turn, shall yield Of grains of gold To feed the waiting children of my God? Show me the desert, Father, or the sea. Is it Thine enterprise? Great God, send me. And though this body lie where ocean rolls, Count me among all Faithful Souls. OBEDIENCE GEORGE MACDONALD I said: "Let me walk in the fields." I said: "But the skies are black; There is nothing but noise and din." And He wept as He sent me back"There is more," He said; "there is sin." I said: "But the air is thick, And fogs are veiling the sun." He answered: "Yet souls are sick, And souls in the dark undone !" I said: "I shall miss the light, And friends will miss me, they say." He answered: "Choose tonight I pleaded for time to be given. He said: "Is it hard to decide? It will not seem so hard in heaven To have followed the steps of your Guide." I cast one look at the fields, Then set my face to the town; He said, "My child, do you yield? Will you leave the flowers for the crown?" Then into His hand went mine; And into my heart came He; The path I had feared to see. THE REPLY OF SOCRATES EDITH M. THOMAS This from that soul incorrupt whom Athens had doomed to the death, When Crito brought promise of freedom: "Vainly thou spendest thy breath! Dost remember the wild Corybantes? feel they the knife or the rod? Heed they the fierce summer sun, the frost, or winterly flaws?If any entreat them they answer, 'We hear but the flutes of the God!' "So even am I, O my Crito! Thou pleadest a losing cause! Thy words are but sound without import-I hear but the voice of the Laws; And, know thou, the voice of the Laws is to me as the flutes of the God." Thus spake that soul incorrupt, and wherever, since hemlock was quaffed, A man has stood forth without fear-has chosen the dark, deep draught! Has taken the lone one way, nor the path of dishonour has trod Behold! He, too, hears but the voice of the Laws, the flutes of the God! ODE TO DUTY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love, From vain temptations dost set free, And calmst the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot, Who do Thy work and know it not: Oh! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power! around them cast. Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet seek thy firm support according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried; The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, But in the quietness of thought: I feel the weight of chance desires: My hopes no more must change their name, Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Flowers laugh before thee upon their beds Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most fragrant heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions. Awful Power! I call thee: I myself commend And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! 8. Creeds CREEDS KARLE WILSON BAKER Friend, you are grieved that I should go And I-I know not how you bear Yet, that same light that floods at dawn MY CREED ALICE CARY I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men. I hold all else, named piety, A selfish scheme, a vain pretense; Where center is not-can there be Circumference? This I moreover hold, and dare Affirm where'er my rhyme may go,— Whatever things be sweet and fair, Love makes them so. Whether it be the lullabies That charm to rest the nursling bird, Or the sweet confidence of sighs And blushes, made without a word. Whether the dazzling and the flush 'Tis not the wide phylactery, Nor stubborn fast, nor stated prayers, That make us saints: we judge the tree By what it bears. |