Part 5 (1/2)

And as an inland lake Lies tranquil mid the hills, Unruffled by the storms that break Beyond, and mirrors Heaven; So, to her spirit, freed from ills, A blessed calm was given.

Encircled by War's strife Peace ruled her life.

Christ's teachings were her constant guide, And naught beside, Christ's Death and Pa.s.sion were her plea-- None needed she; For that amid earth's fiercest strife Her life was patterned on His life.

Now when her eyes grow dim She lives so close to Him, The radiance of His smile Envelops her the while.

As when the Prophet's figure shone With light reflected from the Throne, So, ever in her face s.h.i.+nes Heaven's divinest grace.

Her soul is fresh and mild As is a little child.

And as the fleshly tenement With age grows worn and bent, Her Spirit's unabated youth Is aye to me The mind-compelling truth Of Immortality.

Her voice is, as it were, A silver dulcimer, Tuned like the seraph's lays Eternally to praise.

The blessings of Christ's chosen friends Are doubly hers, whose mind, To charity inclined, No selfish ends Have ever for an instant moved: Who served like Martha And like Mary loved.

HER INFLUENCE

The tender Earth that smiles when kissed by Spring; The flowers; the budding woods; the birds that sing The Summer's song her spirit to me bring.

The meadows cool that breathe their fragrant myrrh; Deep, placid pools that little breezes blur; Soft-tinkling springs speak to my heart of her.

Heaven's purple towers upon the horizon's rim; The dove that mourns upon his lonely limb, Fill my soul's cup with memories to its brim.

In evening's calm when in the quiet skies, The l.u.s.trous, silent, tender stars uprise, I feel the holy influence of her eyes.

That deeper hour when Night with Dawn is blent, And Silence stirs, its languors well-nigh spent, I hear her gently sigh with sweet content.

I hear young children laughing in the street: Catch rays of suns.h.i.+ne from them as we meet, And smile content to know what makes them sweet.

Yea, everywhere, in every righteous strife, I find her spirit's fragrant influence rife, Like Mary's precious spikenard sweetening Life.

MATTHEW ARNOLD

He challenged all that came within his ken, And Error held with steadfast mind aloof.

E'en Truth itself he put upon the proof: Holding that Light was G.o.d's first gift to men.

THE STRANGER

Straying one day amid the leafy bowers, A Presence pa.s.sed, masked in a sunny ray, Tossing behind him carelessly the hours, As one shakes blossoms from a ravished spray,-- Strewing them far and wide.

Nor glanced to either side.

A-sudden as he strolled he chanced upon A flower which full within his pathway blew, White as a lily, modest as a nun, Sweeter than Lilith's rose in Eden grew-- Her beauty he espied, Approached and softly sighed.

His breath the blossom stirred and all the air Grew fragrant with a subtle, rich perfume; The spiced alleys glowed, the while a rare And crystal radiance did illume All the adjacent s.p.a.ce As 't were an angel's face.

Kneeling, he gently laid his glowing lips, Like softest music on her lips, when came A thrill that trembled to her petal-tips, And on the instant, with a sudden flame, Leaped forth the s.h.i.+ning sun, And Earth and Heaven were one.

”Who art thou?” queried she, ”Tell me thy name, To whom G.o.dlike this G.o.dlike power is given, That thus for me, without or fear or shame, But by thy lips' soft touch Greatest Heaven?”