XIX. To us, us also open straight! The outer life is chilly Are we, too, like the earth, to wait XX. -Oh, my own baby on my knees, XXI. Too well my own heart understands . . . My little feet, my little hands, And hair of Lily's colour! XXII. -But God gives patience, Love learns strength, And Faith remembers promise; And Hope itself can smile at length On other hopes gone from us. XXIII. Love, strong as Death, shall conquer Death, Through struggle, made more glorious: This mother stills her sobbing breath, Renouncing, yet victorious. XXIV. Arms, empty of her child, she lifts, "God will not all take back His gifts: XXV. "Still mine!-maternal rights serene The crystal bars shine faint between XXVI. 66 Meanwhile," the mother cries, "content! Its sweetness following where she went, XXVII. "Well done of God, to halve the lot, XXVIII. "To us, this grave-to her, the rows XXIX. "For her, to gladden in God's view,- XXX. "Grow fast in Heaven, sweet Lily clipped, XXXI. "While none shall tell thee of our tears, These human tears now falling; Till, after a few patient years, One home shall take us all in; XXXI. "Child, father, mother-who, left out? XXXIII. "Some smiling angel close shall stand, In old Correggio's fashion, Bearing a LILY in his hand, For death's ANNUNCIATION." SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE. I I. THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears But, there, The silver answer rang.. "Not Death, but Love." II. BUT only three in all God's universe Have heard this word thou hast said; Himself, beside So darkly on my eyelids as to amerce My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died, III. UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Our ministering two angels look surprise Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art Than tears, even, can make mine, to ply thy part With looking from the lattice-lights at me, A poor, tired, wandering singer?.. singing through |