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IN THE WOOD.
N the wood where shadows are deepest
From the branches overhead, Where the wild wood-strawberries cluster, And the softest moss is spread, L met to-day with a fairy,
And I followed her where she led.
Some magical words she uttered,
I alone could understand,
While there rose on either hand
That was built in Fairy-land.
And I stood in a strange enchantment;
I had known it all before :
Of days that will come no more,
The magic of joy departed,
That Time can never restore.
That never, ah, never, never,
Never again can be :Shall I tell you what powerful fairy
Built up this palace for me? It was only a little white Violet
I found at the root of a tree.
O D'S world is bathed in beauty,
God's world is steeped in light; 29 It is the self-same glory
That makes the day so bright,
Or hangs the stars in night.
Hid in earth's mines of silver,
Floating on clouds above,
His own great name of Love !
In God's world Strength is lovely,
And so is Beauty strong,
To both great gifts belong ;
And they all melt into sweetness,
And fill the earth with Song.
Above God's world bends Heaven,
With day's kiss pure and bright,
In the tender shade of night;
In fragrant love and light.
God's world has one great echo;
Whether calm blue mists are curled, Or lingering dew-drops quiver,
Or red storms are unfurled ; The same deep love is throbbing
Through the great heart of God's world.
Man's world is black and blighted,
Steeped through with self and sin;
Some feeble good begin,
By Leprosy within.
Man's world is bleak and bitter ;
Wherever he has trod He spoils the tender beauty
That blossoms on the sod, And blasts the loving Heaven
Of the great, good world of God.
There Strength on coward weakness
In cruel might will roll;
That eat away the soul;
The plague-spot of the whole.
Man's world is Pain and Terror;
He found it pure and fair,
The golden summer air.
Man's curse, not God's, is there.
And yet God's world is speaking :
Man will not hear it call;