VIII. God's sabbath morning sweeps the waves: I would not praise the pageant high, And miss the dedicature: I, drawn down toward the sunless graves By force of natural things,-should I Exult in only nature? IX. I could not bear to sit alone In nature's fixed benignities, While my warm pulse was moving. Too dark thou art, O glittering sun, Too strait ye are, capacious seas, To satisfy the loving. X. It seems a better lot than so, To sit with friends beneath the beech, Or follow children as they go In pretty pairs, with softened speech XI. Love me, sweet friends, this sabbath day. And kneel, where once I knelt, to pray, G XII. And though this sabbath comes to me And chanting congregation, XIII. He shall assist me to look higher, Where keep the saints, with harp and song, And, on that sea commixed with fire, To the full Godhead's burning. THE MASK. I. I HAVE a smiling face, she said, I have a garland for my head, - And all its flowers are sweet,And so you call me gay, she said. II. Grief taught to me this smile, she said, III. Behind no prison-grate, she said, Which slurs the sunshine half a mile, Are captives so uncomforted, As souls behind a smile. God's pity let us pray, she said. IV. I know my face is bright, she said,— If I dared leave this smile, she said. VI. And since that must not be, she said, VII. But in your bitter world, she said, Grief's earnest makes life's play, she said. VIII. Ye weep for those who weep ?—she said- Whom sadder can I say?—she said. CALLS ON THE HEART. I. FREE Heart, that singest to-day, Like a bird on the first green spray; Wilt thou go forth to the world, Where the tamer, thine own, will bind, The world, thou hast heard it told, And the pieces stick to the hand. The world goes riding it fair and grand, While the truth is bought and sold! World-voice east, world-voices west, They call thee, Heart, from thine early rest, "Come hither, come hither and be our guest." Heart, wilt thou go? "No, no! Good hearts are calmer so." |