Arouse him then: - this is thy part: Show him the claim; point out the need; And nerve his arm, and cheer his heart; Then stand aside, and say, "God speed!" Smooth thou his path ere it is trod; And then, I think, thy soul shall feel And even that very deed shall shine A LOST CHORD. EATED one day at the Organ, I do not know what I was playing, Like the sound of a great Amen. It flooded the crimson twilight, It quieted pain and sorrow, It linked all perplexed meanings I have sought, but I seek it vainly, That came from the soul of the Organ, It may be that Death's bright angel It may be that only in Heaven TOO LATE. JUSH! speak low; tread softly; Yet stern want and sorrow Restless, helpless, hopeless, She who toiled and labored Yes, they did forgive her; Strove to cover over Their relentless past. Ah, they would have given They strove hard to please her, If she had but lingered Just a few hours more; I can almost pity Even him to-day; Though he let this anguish Yet she never blamed him :- Even these words, so longed for, Do not stir her rest; Well, I should not murmur, For God judges best, She needs no more pity, But I mourn his fate, When he hears his letter Came a day too late. THE REQUITAL. OUD roared the Tempest, A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing pinions, And weary feet. The moon was hidden; She beat her wings At each window-pane, "To the pelting rain!" She sobbed, as the laughter And mirth grew higher, "Give me rest and shelter Beside your fire, And I will give you Your heart's desire." The dreamer sat watching |