You have heard in a far country Vowed to rescue Christian captives And these gentle-hearted strangers I was freed: they broke the tidings Hour by hour sped on, I knew not Better so, perhaps ; while sorrow (More akin to earthly things) Only strains the sad heart's fibres, Joy, bright stranger, breaks the strings. Yet at last it rushed upon me, And my heart beat full and fast; What were now my years of waiting, What was all the dreary past? Nothing to the impatient throbbing I must bear across the sea: Nothing to the eternal hours Still between my home and me! How the voyage passed I know not; In the gentle voice that echoed, Should I see her start of wonder, And the child! but why remember So at last we reached the harbor. Till I stood, my sick heart throbbing, I had had lest she were dead. It was evening in late autumn, But I never told to mortal What I saw, until this day. She was seated by the fire, In her arms she held a child, But she rose and turned towards me I drew nearer, nearer to her, And I took her trembling hand, Looking on her white face, looking That her heart might understand All the love and all the pity That my lips refused to say. I thank God no thought save sorrow Bitter tears that desolate moment, Till he till her husband said That my boy, (I had forgotten The poor child,) that he was dead. Then at last I rose, and, turning, Wrung his hand, but made no sign; That God would ever guard and bless her, Over the great restless ocean LIFE AND DEATH. HAT is Life, father?" "A battle, my child, Where the strongest lance may fail, Where the wariest eyes may be beguiled And the stoutest heart may quail. Where the foes are gathered on every hand, And rest not day or night, And the feeble little ones must stand In the thickest of the fight." "What is Death, father?" "The rest, my child, When the strife and the toil are o'er; The angel of God, who, calm and mild, Who, driving away the demon band, Bids the din of the battle cease; Takes banner and spear from our failing hand, And proclaims an eternal peace." "Let me die, father! I tremble, and fear To yield in that terrible strife!" "The crown must be won for heaven, dear, In the battle-field of life: My child, though thy foes are strong and tried, The angels of heaven are on thy side, NOW. ISE! for the day is passing, A place in the ranks awaits you, The Past and the Future are nothing, In the face of the stern To-day. |