Christmas Eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Out of the little chapel I burst | B |
Into the fresh night air again | C |
Five minutes full I waited first | B |
In the doorway to escape the rain | D |
That drove in gusts down the common's centre | E |
At the edge of which the chapel stands | F |
Before I plucked up heart to enter | E |
Heaven knows how many sorts of hands | F |
Reached past me groping for the latch | G |
Of the inner door that hung on catch | G |
More obstinate the more they fumbled | H |
Till giving way at last with a scold | I |
Of the crazy hinge in squeezed or tumbled | H |
One sheep more to the rest in fold | I |
And left me irresolute standing sentry | J |
In the sheepfold's lath and plaster entry | J |
Six feet long by three feet wide | K |
Partitioned off from the vast inside | K |
I blocked up half of it at least | L |
No remedy the rain kept driving | M |
They eyed me much as some wild beast | L |
That congregation still arriving | M |
Some of them by the main road white | N |
A long way past me into the night | N |
Skirting the common then diverging | M |
Not a few suddenly emerging | M |
From the common's self through the paling gaps | O |
They house in the gravel pits perhaps | O |
Where the road stops short with its safeguard border | E |
Of lamps as tired of such disorder | E |
But the most turned in yet more abruptly | J |
From a certain squalid knot of alleys | P |
Where the town's bad blood once slept corruptly | J |
Which now the little chapel rallies | P |
And leads into day again its priestliness | P |
Lending itself to hide their beastliness | P |
So cleverly thanks in part to the mason | Q |
And putting so cheery a whitewashed face on | R |
Those neophytes too much in lack of it | S |
That where you cross the common as I did | T |
And meet the party thus presided | T |
Mount Zion with Love lane at the back of it | S |
They front you as little disconcerted | S |
As bound for the hills her fate averted | S |
And her wicked people made to mind him | U |
Lot might have marched with Gomorrah behind him | U |
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II | A |
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Well from the road the lanes or the common | Q |
In came the flock the fat weary woman | Q |
Panting and bewildered down clapping | M |
Her umbrella with a mighty report | S |
Grounded it by me wry and flapping | M |
A wreck of whalebones then with a snort | S |
Like a startled horse at the interloper | E |
Who humbly knew himself improper | E |
But could not shrink up small enough | V |
Round to the door and in the gruff | V |
Hinge's invariable scold | S |
Making my very blood run cold | S |
Prompt in the wake of her up pattered | S |
On broken clogs the many tattered | S |
Little old faced peaking sister turned mother | E |
Of the sickly babe she tried to smother | E |
Somehow up with its spotted face | P |
From the cold on her breast the one warm place | P |
She too must stop wring the poor ends dry | A |
Of a draggled shawl and add thereby | A |
Her tribute to the door mat sopping | M |
Already from my own clothes' dropping | M |
Which yet she seemed to grudge I should stand on | R |
Then stooping down to take off her pattens | P |
She bore them defiantly in each hand one | Q |
Planted together before her breast | S |
And its babe as good as a lance in rest | S |
Close on her heels the dingy satins | P |
Of a female something past me flitted | S |
With lips as much too white as a streak | W |
Lay far too red on each hollow cheek | W |
And it seemed the very door hinge pitied | S |
All that was left of a woman once | P |
Holding at least its tongue for the nonce | P |
Then a tall yellow man like the Penitent Thief | X |
With his jaw bound up in a handkerchief | Y |
And eyelids screwed together tight | S |
Led himself in by some inner light | S |
And except from him from each that entered | S |
I got the same interrogation | Q |
What you the alien you have ventured | S |
To take with us the elect your station | Q |
A carer for none of it a Gallio | J |
Thus plain as print I read the glance | P |
At a common prey in each countenance | P |
As of huntsman giving his hounds the tallyho | Z |
And when the door's cry drowned their wonder | E |
The draught it always sent in shutting | M |
Made the flame of the single tallow candle | J |
In the cracked square lantern I stood under | E |
Shoot its blue lip at me rebutting | M |
As it were the luckless cause of scandal | J |
I verily fancied the zealous light | S |
In the chapel's secret too for spite | S |
Would shudder itself clean off the wick | A2 |
With the airs of a Saint John's Candlestick | A2 |
There was no standing it much longer | E |
Good folks thought I as resolve grew stronger | E |
This way you perform the Grand Inquisitor | E |
When the weather sends you a chance visitor | E |
You are the men and wisdom shall die with you | B2 |
And none of the old Seven Churches vie with you | B2 |
But still despite the pretty perfection | Q |
To which you carry your trick of exclusiveness | P |
And taking God's word under wise protection | Q |
Correct its tendency to diffusiveness | P |
And bid one reach it over hot ploughshares | P |
Still as I say though you've found salvation | Q |
If I should choose to cry as now 'Shares ' | - |
See if the best of you bars me my ration | Q |
I prefer if you please for my expounder | E |
Of the laws of the feast the feast's own Founder | E |
Mine's the same right with your poorest and sickliest | S |
Supposing I don the marriage vestiment | S |
So shut your mouth and open your Testament | S |
And carve me my portion at your quickliest | S |
Accordingly as a shoemaker's lad | S |
With wizened face in want of soap | C2 |
And wet apron wound round his waist like a rope | C2 |
After stopping outside for his cough was bad | S |
To get the fit over poor gentle creature | E |
And so avoid distrubing the preacher | E |
Passed in I sent my elbow spikewise | P |
At the shutting door and entered likewise | P |
Received the hinge's accustomed greeting | M |
And crossed the threshold's magic pentacle | J |
And found myself in full conventicle | J |
To wit in Zion Chapel Meeting | M |
On the Christmas Eve of 'Forty nine | D2 |
Which calling its flock to their special clover | E |
Found all assembled and one sheep over | E |
Whose lot as the weather pleased was mine | D2 |
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III | A |
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I very soon had enough of it | S |
The hot smell and the human noises | P |
And my neighbor's coat the greasy cuff of it | S |
Were a pebble stone that a child's hand poises | P |
Compared with the pig of lead like pressure | E |
Of the preaching man's immense stupidity | S |
As he poured his doctrine forth full measure | E |
To meet his audience's avidity | S |
You needed not the wit of the Sibyl | J |
To guess the cause of it all in a twinkling | M |
No sooner our friend had got an inkling | M |
Of treasure hid in the Holy Bible | J |
Whene'er 't was the thought first struck him | U |
How death at unawares might duck him | U |
Deeper than the grave and quench | E2 |
The gin shop's light in hell's grim drench | E2 |
Than he handled it so in fine irreverence | P |
As to hug the book of books to pieces | P |
And a patchwork of chapters and texts in severance | P |
Not improved by the private dog's ears and creases | P |
Having clothed his own soul with he'd fain see equipt yours | P |
So tossed you again your Holy Scriptures | P |
And you picked them up in a sense no doubt | S |
Nay had but a single face of my neighbors | P |
Appeared to suspect that the preacher's labors | P |
Were help which the world could be saved without | S |
'T is odds but I might have borne in quiet | S |
A qualm or two at my spiritual diet | S |
Or who can tell perchance even mustered | S |
Somewhat to urge in behalf of the sermon | Q |
But the flock sat on divinely flustered | S |
Sniffing methought its dew of Hermon | Q |
With such content in every snuffle | J |
As the devil inside us loves to ruffle | J |
My old fat woman purred with pleasure | E |
And thumb round thumb went twirling faster | E |
While she to his periods keeping measure | E |
Maternally devoured the pastor | E |
The man with the handkerchief untied it | S |
Showed us a horrible wen inside it | S |
Gave his eyelids yet another screwing | M |
And rocked himself as the woman was doing | M |
The shoemaker's lad discreetly choking | M |
Kept down his cough 'T was too provoking | M |
My gorge rose at the nonsense and stuff of it | S |
So saying like Eve when she plucked the apple | J |
I wanted a taste and now there's enough of it | S |
I flung out of the little chapel | J |
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IV | Y |
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There was a lull in the rain a lull | J |
In the wind too the moon was risen | Q |
And would have shone out pure and full | J |
But for the ramparted cloud prison | Q |
Block on block built up in the West | S |
For what purpose the wind knows best | S |
Who changes his mind continually | J |
And the empty other half of the sky | A |
Seemed in its silence as if it knew | B2 |
What any moment might look through | B2 |
A chance gap in that fortress massy | P |
Through its fissures you got hints | P |
Of the flying moon by the shifting tints | P |
Now a dull lion color now brassy | P |
Burning to yellow and whitest yellow | J |
Like furnace smoke just ere flames bellow | J |
All a simmer with intense strain | D |
To let her through then blank again | C |
At the hope of her appearance failing | M |
Just by the chapel a break in the railing | M |
Shows a narrow path directly across | P |
'T is ever dry walking there on the moss | P |
Besides you go gently all the way up hill | J |
I stooped under and soon felt better | E |
My head grew lighter my limbs more supple | J |
As I walked on glad to have slipt the fetter | E |
My mind was full of the scene I had left | S |
That placid flock that pastor vociferant | S |
How this outside was pure and different | S |
The sermon now what a mingled weft | S |
Of good and ill Were either less | P |
Its fellow had colored the whole distinctly | P |
But alas for the excellent earnestness | P |
And the truths quite true if stated succinctly | P |
But as surely false in their quaint presentment | S |
However to pastor and flock's contentment | S |
Say rather such truths looked false to your eyes | P |
With his provings and parallels twisted and twined | S |
Till how could you know them grown double their size | P |
In the natural fog of the good man's mind | S |
Like yonder spots of our roadside lamps | P |
Haloed about with the common's damps | P |
Truth remains true the fault's in the prover | E |
The zeal was good and the aspiration | Q |
And yet and yet yet fifty times over | E |
Pharaoh received no demonstration | Q |
By his Baker's dream of Baskets Three | E |
Of the doctrine of the Trinity | E |
Although as our preacher thus embellished it | S |
Apparently his hearers relished it | S |
With so unfeigned a gust who knows if | Y |
They did not prefer our friend to Joseph | Y |
But so it is everywhere one way with all of them | F2 |
These people have really felt no doubt | S |
A something the motion they style the Call of them | F2 |
And this is their method of bringing about | S |
By a mechanism of words and tones | P |
So many texts in so many groans | P |
A sort of reviving and reproducing | M |
More or less perfectly who can tell | J |
The mood itself which strengthens by using | M |
And how that happens I understand well | J |
A tune was born in my head last week | W |
Out of the thump thump and shriek shriek | W |
Of the train as I came by it up from Manchester | E |
And when next week I take it back again | C |
My head will sing to the engine's clack again | C |
While it only makes my neighbor's haunches stir | E |
Finding no dormant musical sprout | S |
In him as in me to be jolted out | S |
'T is the taught already that profits by teaching | M |
He gets no more from the railway's preaching | M |
Than from this preacher who does the rail's officer I | A |
Whom therefore the flock cast a jealous eye on | R |
Still why paint over their door Mount Zion | Q |
To which all flesh shall come saith the pro phecy | P |
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V | E |
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But wherefore be harsh on a single case | P |
After how many modes this Christmas Eve | Y |
Does the self same weary thing take place | P |
The same endeavor to make you believe | Y |
And with much the same effect no more | E |
Each method abundantly convincing | M |
As I say to those convinced before | E |
But scarce to be swallowed without wincing | M |
By the not as yet convinced For me | E |
I have my own church equally | E |
And in this church my faith sprang first | S |
I said as I reached the rising ground | S |
And the wind began again with a burst | S |
Of rain in my face and a glad rebound | S |
From the heart beneath as if God speeding me | E |
I entered his church door nature leading me | E |
In youth I looked to these very skies | P |
And probing their immensities | P |
I found God there his visible power | E |
Yet felt in my heart amid all its sense | P |
Of the power an equal evidence | P |
That his love there too was the nobler dower | E |
For the loving worm within its clod | S |
Were diviner than a loveless god | S |
Amid his worlds I will dare to say | P |
You know what I mean God's all man's naught | S |
But also God whose pleasure brought | S |
Man into being stands away | P |
As it were a handbreadth off to give | Y |
Room for the newly made to live | Y |
And look at him from a place apart | S |
And use his gifts of brain and heart | S |
Given indeed but to keep forever | E |
Who speaks of man then must not sever | E |
Man's very elements from man | G2 |
Saying But all is God's whose plan | G2 |
Was to create man and then leave him | U |
Able his own word saith to grieve him | U |
But able to glorify him too | S |
As a mere machine could never do | S |
That prayed or praised all unaware | E |
Of its fitness for aught but praise and prayer | E |
Made perfect as a thing of course | P |
Man therefore stands on his own stock | H2 |
Of love and power as a pin point rock | H2 |
And looking to God who ordained divorce | P |
Of the rock from his boundless continent | S |
Sees in his power made evident | S |
Only excess by a million fold | S |
O'er the power God gave man in the mould | S |
For note man's hand first formed to carry | E |
A few pounds' weight when taught to marry | E |
Its strength with an engine's lifts a mountain | Q |
Advancing in power by one degree | E |
And why count steps through eternity | E |
But love is the ever springing fountain | Q |
Man may enlarge or narrow his bed | S |
For the water's play but the water head | S |
How can he multiply or reduce it | S |
As easy create it as cause it to cease | P |
He may profit by it or abuse it | S |
But 't is not a thing to bear increase | P |
As power does be love less or more | E |
In the heart of man he keeps it shut | S |
Or opes it wide as he pleases but | S |
Love's sum remains what it was before | E |
So gazing up in my youth at love | Y |
As seen through power ever above | Y |
All modes which make it manifest | S |
My soul brought all to a single test | S |
That he the Eternal First and Last | S |
Who in his power had so surpassed | S |
All man conceives of what is might | S |
Whose wisdom too showed infinite | S |
Would prove as infinitely good | S |
Would never my soul understood | S |
With power to work all love desires | P |
Bestow e'en less than man requires | P |
That he who endlessly was teaching | M |
Above my spirit's utmost reaching | M |
What love can do in the leaf or stone | I2 |
So that to master this alone | I2 |
This done in the stone or leaf for me | E |
I must go on learning endlessly | E |
Would never need that I in turn | J2 |
Should point him out defect unheeded | S |
And show that God had yet to learn | J2 |
What the meanest human creature needed | S |
Not life to wit for a few short years | P |
Tracking his way through doubts and fears | P |
While the stupid earth on which I stay | P |
Suffers no change but passive adds | P |
Its myriad years to myriads | P |
Though I he gave it to decay | P |
Seeing death come and choose about me | E |
And my dearest ones depart without me | E |
No love which on earth amid all the shows of it | S |
Has ever been seen the sole good of life in it | S |
The love ever growing there spite of the strife in it | S |
Shall arise made perfect from death's repose of it | S |
And I shall behold thee face to face | P |
O God and in thy light retrace | P |
How in all I loved here still wast thou | K2 |
Whom pressing to then as I fain would now | K2 |
I shall find as able to satiate | S |
The love thy gift as my spirit's wonder | E |
Thou art able to quicken and sublimate | S |
With this sky of thine that I now walk under | E |
And glory in thee for as I gaze | P |
Thus thus Oh let men keep their ways | P |
Of seeking thee in a narrow shrine | D2 |
Be this my way And this is mine | D2 |
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VI | A |
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For lo what think you suddenly | E |
The rain and the wind ceased and the sky | A |
Received at once the full fruition | Q |
Of the moon's consummate apparition | Q |
The black cloud barricade was riven | Q |
Ruined beneath her feet and driven | Q |
Deep in the West while bare and breathless | P |
North and South and East lay ready | E |
For a glorious thing that dauntless deathless | P |
Sprang across them and stood steady | E |
'T was a moon rainbow vast and perfect | S |
From heaven to heaven extending perfect | S |
As the mother moon's self full in face | P |
It rose distinctly at the base | P |
With its seven proper colors chorded | S |
Which still in the rising were compressed | S |
Until at last they coalesced | S |
And supreme the spectral creature lorded | S |
In a triumph of whitest white | S |
Above which intervened the night | S |
But above night too like only the next | S |
The second of a wondrous sequence | P |
Reaching in rare and rarer frequence | P |
Till the heaven of heavens were circumflexed | S |
Another rainbow rose a mightier | E |
Fainter flushier and flightier | E |
Rapture dying along its verge | L2 |
Oh whose foot shall I see emerge | L2 |
Whose from the straining topmost dark | M2 |
On to the keystone of that are | E |
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VII | A |
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This sight was shown me there and then | C |
Me one out of a world of men | C |
Singled forth as the chance might hap | N2 |
To another if in a thunderclap | N2 |
Where I heard noise and you saw flame | O2 |
Some one man knew God called his name | O2 |
For me I think I said Appear | E |
Good were it to be ever here | E |
If thou wilt let me build to thee | E |
Service tabernacles three | E |
Where forever in thy presence | P |
In ecstatic acquiescence | P |
Far alike from thriftless learning | M |
And ignorance's undiscerning | M |
I may worship and remain | D |
Thus at the show above me gazing | M |
With upturned eyes I felt my brain | D |
Glutted with the glory blazing | M |
Throughout its whole mass over and under | E |
Until at length it burst asunder | E |
And out of it bodily there streamed | S |
The too much glory as it seemed | S |
Passing from out me to the ground | S |
Then palely serpentining round | S |
Into the dark with mazy error | E |
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VIII | A |
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All at once I looked up with terror | E |
He was there | E |
He himself with his human air | E |
On the narrow pathway just before | E |
I saw the back of him no more | E |
He had left the chapel then as I | A |
I forgot all about the sky | A |
No face only the sight | S |
Of a sweepy garment vast and white | S |
With a hem that I could recognize | P |
I felt terror no surprise | P |
My mind filled with the cataract | S |
At one bound of the mighty fact | S |
I remember he did say | P |
Doubtless that to this world's end | S |
Where two or three should meet and pray | P |
He would be in the midst their friend | S |
Certainly he was there with them | F2 |
And my pulses leaped for joy | P2 |
Of the golden thought without alloy | P2 |
That I saw his very vesture's hem | F2 |
Then rushed the blood back cold and clear | E |
With a fresh enhancing shiver of fear | E |
And I hastened cried out while I pressed | S |
To the salvation of the vest | S |
But not so Lord It cannot be | E |
That thou indeed art leaving me | E |
Me that have despised thy friends | P |
Did my heart make no amends | P |
Thou art the love of God above | A |
His power didst hear me place his love | A |
And that was leaving the world for thee | E |
Therefore thou must not turn from me | E |
As I had chosen the other part | S |
Folly and pride o'ercame my heart | S |
Our best is bad nor bears thy test | S |
Still it should be our very best | S |
I thought it best that thou the spirit | S |
Be worshipped in spirit and in truth | Q2 |
And in beauty as even we require it | S |
Not in the forms burlesque uncouth | Q2 |
I left but now as scarcely fitted | S |
For thee I knew not what I pitied | S |
But all I felt there right or wrong | M |
What is it to thee who curest sinning | M |
Am I not weak as thou art strong | M |
I have looked to thee from the beginning | M |
Straight up to thee through all the world | S |
Which like an idle scroll lay furled | S |
To nothingness on either side | S |
And since the time thou wast descried | S |
Spite of the weak heart so have I | A |
Lived ever and so fain would die | A |
Living and dying thee before | E |
But if thou leavest me | E |
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IX | P |
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Less or more | E |
I suppose that I spoke thus | P |
When have mercy Lord on us | P |
The whole face turned upon me full | J |
And I spread myself beneath it | S |
As when the bleacher spreads to seethe it | S |
In the cleansing sun his wool | J |
Steeps in the flood of noontide whiteness | P |
Some defiled discolored web | R2 |
So lay I saturate with brightness | P |
And when the flood appeared to ebb | R2 |
Lo I was walking light and swift | S |
With my senses settling fast and steadying | M |
But my body caught up in the whirl and drift | S |
Of the vesture's amplitude still eddying | M |
On just before me still to be followed | S |
As it carried me after with its motion | Q |
What shall I say as a path were hollowed | S |
And a man went weltering through the ocean | Q |
Sucked along in the flying wake | M |
Of the luminous water snake | M |
Darkness and cold were cloven as through | S |
I passed upborne yet walking too | S |
And I turned to myself at intervals | P |
So he said so it befalls | P |
God who registers the cup | N2 |
Of mere cold water for his sake | M |
To a disciple rendered up | N2 |
Disdains not his own thirst to slake | M |
At the poorest love was ever offered | S |
And because my heart I proffered | S |
With true love trembling at the brim | U |
He suffers me to follow him | U |
Forever my own way dispensed | S |
From seeking to be influenced | S |
By all the less immediate ways | P |
That earth in worships manifold | S |
Adopts to reach by prayer and praise | P |
The garment's hem which lo I hold | S |
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X | P |
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And so we crossed the world and stopped | S |
For where am I in city or plain | D |
Since I am 'ware of the world again | C |
And what is this that rises propped | S |
With pillars of prodigious girth | S2 |
Is it really on the earth | S2 |
This miraculous Dome of God | S |
Has the angel's measuring rod | S |
Which numbered cubits gem from gem | F2 |
'T wixt the gates of the New Jerusalem | T2 |
Meted it out and what he meted | S |
Have the sons of men completed | S |
Binding ever as he bade | S |
Columns in the colonnade | S |
With arms wide open to embrace | P |
The entry of the human race | P |
To the breast of what is it yon building | M |
Ablaze in front all paint and gilding | M |
With marble for brick and stones of price | P |
For garniture of the edifice | P |
Now I see it is no dream | U2 |
It stands there and it does not seem | U2 |
Forever in pictures thus it looks | P |
And thus I have read of it in books | P |
Often in England leagues away | P |
And wondered how these fountains play | P |
Growing up eternally | E |
Each to a musical water tree | E |
Whose blossoms drop a glittering boon | V2 |
Before my eyes in the light of the moon | V2 |
To the granite lavers underneath | W2 |
Liar and dreamer in your teeth | W2 |
I the sinner that speak to you | S |
Was in Rome this night and stood and knew | S |
Both this and more For see for see | E |
The dark is rent mine eye is free | E |
To pierce the crust of the outer wall | J |
And I view inside and all there all | J |
As the swarming hollow of a hive | A |
The whole Basilica alive | A |
Men in the chancel body and nave | A |
Men on the pillars' architrave | A |
Men on the statues men on the tombs | P |
With popes and kings in their porphyry wombs | P |
All famishing in expectation | Q |
Of the main altar's consummation | Q |
For see for see the rapturous moment | S |
Approaches and earth's best endowment | S |
Blends with heaven's the taper fires | P |
Pant up the winding brazen spires | P |
Heave loftier yet the baldachin | Q |
The incense gaspings long kept in | Q |
Suspire in clouds the organ blatant | S |
Holds his breath and grovels latent | S |
As if God's hushing finger grazed him | U |
Like Behemoth when he praised him | U |
At the silver bell's shrill tinkling | M |
Quick cold drops of terror sprinkling | M |
On the sudden pavement strewed | S |
With faces of the multitude | S |
Earth breaks up time drops away | P |
In flows heaven with its new day | P |
Of endless life when He who trod | S |
Very man and very God | S |
This earth in weakness shame and pain | Q |
Dying the death whose signs remain | Q |
Up yonder on the accursed tree | E |
Shall come again no more to be | E |
Of captivity the thrall | J |
But the one God All in all | J |
King of kings Lord of lords | P |
As His servant John received the words | P |
I died and live forevermore | E |
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XI | E |
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Yet I was left outside the door | E |
Why sit I here on the threshold stone | Q |
Left till He return alone | Q |
Save for the garment's extreme fold | S |
Abandoned still to bless my hold | S |
My reason to my doubt replied | S |
As if a book were opened wide | S |
And at a certain page I traced | S |
Every record undefaced | S |
Added by successive years | P |
The harvestings of truth's stray ears | P |
Singly gleaned and in one sheaf | A |
Bound together for belief | A |
Yes I said that he will go | M |
And sit with these in turn I know | M |
Their faith's heart beats though her head swims | P |
Too giddily to guide her limbs | P |
Disabled by their palsy stroke | M |
From propping mine Though Rome's gross yoke | M |
Drops off no more to be endured | S |
Her teaching is not so obscured | S |
By errors and perversities | P |
That no truth shines athwart the lies | P |
And he whose eye detects a spark | M |
Even where to man's the whole seems dark | M |
May well see flame where each beholder | E |
Acknowledges the embers smoulder | E |
But I a mere man fear to quit | S |
The clue God gave me as most fit | S |
To guide my footsteps through life's maze | P |
Because himself discerns all ways | P |
Open to reach him I a man | Q |
Able to mark where faith began | Q |
To swerve aside till from its summit | S |
Judgment drops her damning plummet | S |
Pronouncing such a fatal space | P |
Departed from the founder's base | P |
He will not bid me enter too | S |
But rather sit as now I do | S |
Awaiting his return outside | S |
'T was thus my reason straight replied | S |
And joyously I turned and pressed | S |
The garment's skirt upon my breast | S |
Until afresh its light suffusing me | E |
My heart cried What has been abusing me | E |
That I should wait here lonely and coldly | E |
Instead of rising entering boldly | E |
Baring truth's face and letting drift | S |
Her veils of lies as they choose to shift | S |
Do these men praise him I will raise | P |
My voice up to their point of praise | P |
I see the error but above | A |
The scope of error see the love | A |
Oh love of those first Christian days | P |
Fanned so soon into a blaze | P |
From the spark preserved by the trampled sect | S |
That the antique sovereign Intellect | S |
Which then sat ruling in the world | S |
Like a change in dreams was hurled | S |
From the throne he reigned upon | Q |
You looked up and he was gone | Q |
Gone his glory of the pen | Q |
Love with Greece and Rome in ken | Q |
Bade her scribes abhor the trick | M |
Of poetry and rhetoric | M |
And exult with hearts set free | E |
In blessed imbecility | S |
Scrawled perchance on some torn sheet | S |
Leaving Sallust incomplete | S |
Gone his pride of sculptor painter | E |
Love while able to acquaint her | E |
While the thousand statues yet | S |
Fresh from chisel pictures wet | S |
From brush she saw on every side | S |
Chose rather with an infant's pride | S |
To frame those portents which impart | S |
Such unction to true Christian Art | S |
Gone music too The air was stirred | S |
By happy wings Terpander's bird | S |
That when the cold came fled away | P |
Would tarry not the wintry day | P |
As more enduring sculpture must | S |
Till filthy saints rebuked the gust | S |
With which they chanced to get a sight | S |
Of some dear naked Aphrodite | S |
They glanced a thought above the toes of | A |
By breaking zealously her nose off | A |
Love surely from that music's lingering | M |
Might have filched her organ fingering | M |
Nor chosen rather to set prayings | P |
To hog grunts praises to horse neighings | P |
Love was the startling thing the new | S |
Love was the all sufficient too | S |
And seeing that you see the rest | S |
As a babe can find its mother's breast | S |
As well in darkness as in light | S |
Love shut our eyes and all seemed right | S |
True the world's eyes are open now | Q |
Less need for me to disallow | Q |
Some few that keep Love's zone unbuckled | S |
Peevish as ever to be suckled | S |
Lulled by the same old baby prattle | J |
With intermixture of the rattle | J |
When she would have them creep stand steady | S |
Upon their feet or walk already | S |
Not to speak of trying to climb | X2 |
I will be wise another time | X2 |
And not desire a wall between us | P |
When next I see a church roof cover | E |
So many species of one genus | P |
All with foreheads bearing lover | E |
Written above the earnest eyes of them | F2 |
All with breasts that beat for beauty | S |
Whether sublimed to the surprise of them | F2 |
In noble daring steadfast duty | S |
The heroic in passion or in action | Q |
Or lowered for sense's satisfaction | Q |
To the mere outside of human creatures | P |
Mere perfect form and faultless features | P |
What with all Rome here whence to levy | S |
Such contributions to their appetite | S |
With women and men in a gorgeous bevy | S |
They take as it were a padlock clap it tight | S |
On their southern eyes restrained from feeding | M |
On the glories of their ancient reading | M |
On the beauties of their modern singing | M |
On the wonders of the builder's bringing | M |
On the majesties of Art around them | F2 |
And all these loves late struggling incessant | S |
When faith has at last united and bound them | F2 |
They offer up to God for a present | S |
Why I will on the whole be rather proud of it | S |
And only taking the act in reference | P |
To the other recipients who might have allowed it | S |
I will rejoice that God had the preference | P |
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XII | P |
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So I summed up my new resolves | P |
Too much love there can never be | S |
And where the intellect devolves | P |
Its function on love exclusively | S |
I a man who possesses both | Y2 |
Will accept the provision nothing loth | Z2 |
Will feast my love then depart elsewhere | E |
That my intellect may find its share | E |
And ponder O soul the while thou departest | S |
And see thou applaud the great heart of the artist | S |
Who examining the capabilities | P |
Of the block of marble he has to fashion | Q |
Into a type of thought or passion | Q |
Not always using obvious facilities | P |
Shapes it as any artist can | Q |
Into a perfect symmetrical man | Q |
Complete from head to foot of the life size | P |
Such as old Adam stood in his wife's eyes | P |
But now and then bravely aspires to consummate | S |
A Colossus by no means so easy to come at | S |
And uses the whole of his block for the bust | S |
Leaving the mind of the public to finish it | S |
Since cut it ruefully short he must | S |
On the face alone he expends his devotion | Q |
He rather would mar than resolve to diminish it | S |
Saying Applaud me for this grand notion | Q |
Of what a face may be As for completing it | S |
In breast and body and limbs do that you | S |
All hail I fancy how happily meeting it | S |
A trunk and legs would perfect the statue | S |
Could man carve so as to answer volition | Q |
And how much nobler than petty cavils | P |
Were a hope to find in my spirit travels | P |
Some artist of another ambition | Q |
Who having a block to carve no bigger | E |
Has spent his power on the opposite quest | S |
And believed to begin at the feet was best | S |
For so may I see ere I die the whole figure | E |
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XIII | P |
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No sooner said than out in the night | S |
My heart beat lighter and more light | S |
And still as before I was walking swift | S |
With my senses settling fast and steadying | M |
But my body caught up in the whirl and drift | S |
Of the vesture's amplitude still eddying | M |
On just before me still to be followed | S |
As it carried me after with its motion | Q |
What shall I say as a path were hollowed | S |
And a man went weltering through the ocean | Q |
Sucked along in the flying wake | M |
Of the luminous water snake | M |
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XIV | S |
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Alone I am left alone once more | E |
Save for the garment's extreme fold | S |
Abandoned still to bless my hold | S |
Alone beside the entrance door | E |
Of a sort of temple perhaps a college | A3 |
Like nothing I ever saw before | E |
At home in England to my knowledge | B3 |
The tall old quaint irregular town | Q |
It may be though which I can't affirn any | S |
Of the famous middle age towns of Germany | S |
And this flight of stairs where I sit down | Q |
Is it Halle Weimar Cassel Frankfort | S |
Or Gottingen I have to thank for 't | S |
It may be Gottingen most likely | S |
Through the open door I catch obliquely | S |
Glimpses of a lecture hall | J |
And not a bad assembly neither | E |
Ranged decent and symmetrical | J |
On benches waiting what's to see there | E |
Which holding still by the vesture's hem | F2 |
I also resolve to see with them | F2 |
Cautious this time how I suffer to slip | N2 |
The chance of joining in fellowship | N2 |
With any that call themselves his friends | P |
As these folks do I have a notion | Q |
But hist a buzzing and emotion | Q |
All settle themselves the while ascends | P |
By the creaking rail to the lecture desk | M |
Step by step deliberate | S |
Because of his cranium's over freight | S |
Three parts sublime to one grotesque | M |
If I have proved an accurate guesser | E |
The hawk nosed high cheekboned Professor | E |
I felt at once as if there ran | Q |
A shoot of love from my heart to the man | Q |
That sallow virgin minded studious | P |
Martyr to mild enthusiasm | T2 |
As he uttered a kind of cough preludious | P |
That woke my sympathetic spasm | T2 |
Beside some spitting that made me sorry | S |
And stood surveying his auditory | S |
With a wan pure look wellnigh celestial | J |
Those blue eyes had survived so much | C3 |
While under the foot they could not smutch | C3 |
Lay all the fleshly and the bestial | J |
Over he bowed and arranged his notes | P |
Till the auditory's clearing of throats | P |
Was done with died into a silence | P |
And when each glance was upward sent | S |
Each bearded mouth composed intent | S |
And a pin might be heard drop half a mile hence | P |
He pushed back higher his spectacles | P |
Let the eyes stream out like lamps from cells | P |
And giving his head of hair a hake | M |
Of undressed tow for color and quantity | S |
One rapid and impatient shake | M |
As our own young England adjusts a jaunty tie | S |
When about to impart on mature digestion | Q |
Some thrilling view of the surplice question | Q |
The Professor's grave voice sweet though hoarse | P |
Broke into his Christmas Eve discourse | P |
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XV | S |
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And he began it by observing | M |
How reason dictated that men | Q |
Should rectify the natural swerving | M |
By a reversion now and then | Q |
To the well heads of knowledge few | S |
And far away whence rolling grew | S |
The life stream wide whereat we drink | M |
Commingled as we needs must think | M |
With waters alien to the source | P |
To do which aimed this eve's discourse | P |
Since where could be a fitter time | X2 |
For tracing backward to its prime | X2 |
This Christianity this lake | M |
This reservoir whereat we slake | M |
From one or other bank our thirst | S |
So he proposed inquiring first | S |
Into the various sources whence | P |
This Myth of Christ is derivable | J |
Demanding from the evidence | P |
Since plainly no such life was livable | J |
How these phenomena should class | P |
Whether 't were best opine Christ was | P |
Or never was at all or whether | E |
He was and was not both together | E |
It matters little for the name | O2 |
So the idea be left the same | O2 |
Only for practical purpose' sake | M |
'T was obviously as well to take | M |
The popular story understanding | M |
How the ineptitude of the time | X2 |
And the penman's prejudice expanding | M |
Fact into fable fit for the clime | X2 |
Had by slow and sure degrees translated it | S |
Into this myth this Individuum | X2 |
Which when reason had strained and abated it | S |
Of foreign matter left for residuum | X2 |
A Man a right true man however | E |
Whose work was worthy a man's endeavor | E |
Work that gave warrant almost sufficient | S |
To his disciples for rather believing | M |
He was just omnipotent and omniscient | S |
As it gives to us for as frankly receiving | M |
His word their tradition which though it meant | S |
Something entirely different | S |
From all that those who only heard it | S |
In their simplicity thought and averred it | S |
Had yet a meaning quite as respectable | J |
For among other doctrines delectable | J |
Was he not surely the first to insist on | Q |
The natural sovereignty of our race | P |
Here the lecturer came to a pausing place | P |
And while his cough like a droughty piston | Q |
Tried to dislodge the husk that grew to him | X2 |
I seized the occasion of bidding adieu to him | X2 |
The vesture still within my hand | S |
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XVI | S |
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I could interpret its command | S |
This time he would not bid me enter | E |
The exhausted air bell of the Critic | M |
Truth's atmosphere may grow mephitic | M |
When Papist struggles with Dissenter | E |
Impregnating its pristine clarity | S |
One by his daily fare's vulgarity | S |
Its gust of broken meat and garlic | M |
One by his soul's too much presuming | M |
To turn the frankincense's fuming | M |
And vapors of the candle starlike | M |
Into the cloud her wings she buoys on | Q |
Each that thus sets the pure air seething | M |
May poison it for healthy breathing | M |
But the Critic leaves no air to poison | Q |
Pumps out with ruthless ingenuity | S |
Atom by atom and leaves you vacuity | S |
Thus much of Christ does he reject | S |
And what retain His intellect | S |
What is it I must reverence duly | S |
Poor intellect for worship truly | S |
Which tells me simply what was told | S |
If mere morality bereft | S |
Of the God in Christ be all that's left | S |
Elsewhere by voices manifold | S |
With this advantage that the stater | E |
Made nowise the important stumble | J |
Of adding he the sage and humble | J |
Was also one with the Creator | E |
You urge Christ's followers' simplicity | S |
But how does shifting blame evade it | S |
Have wisdom's words no more felicity | S |
The stumbling block his speech who laid it | S |
How comes it that for one found able | J |
To sift the truth of it from fable | J |
Millions believe it to the letter | E |
Christ's goodness then does that fare better | E |
Strange goodness which upon the score | E |
Of being goodness the mere due | S |
Of man to fellow man much more | E |
To God should take another view | S |
Of its possessor's privilege | B3 |
And bid him rule his race You pledge | D3 |
Your fealty to such rule What all | J |
From heavenly John and Attic Paul | J |
And that brave weather battered Peter | E |
Whose stout faith only stood completer | E |
For buffets sinning to be pardoned | S |
As more his hands hauled nets they hard ened | S |
All down to you the man of men | Q |
Professing here at Gottingen | Q |
Compose Christ's flock They you and I | S |
Are sheep of a good man And why | S |
The goodness how did he acquire it | S |
Was it self gained did God inspire it | S |
Choose which then tell me on what ground | S |
Should its possessor dare propound | S |
His claim to rise o'er us an inch | C3 |
Were goodness all some man's invention | Q |
Who arbitrarily made mention | Q |
What we should follow and whence flinch | C3 |
What qualities might take the style | J |
Of right and wrong and had such guessing | M |
Met with as general acquiescing | M |
As graced the alphabet erewhile | J |
When A got leave an Ox to be | S |
No Camel quoth the Jews like G | S |
For thus inventing thing and title | J |
Worship were that man's fit requital | J |
But if the common conscience must | S |
Be ultimately judge adjust | S |
Its apt name to each quality | S |
Already known I would decree | S |
Worship for such mere demonstration | Q |
And simple work of nomenclature | E |
Only the day I praised not nature | E |
But Harvey for the circulation | Q |
I would praise such a Christ with pride | S |
And joy that he as none beside | S |
Had taught us how to keep the mind | S |
God gave him as God gave his kind | S |
Freer than they from fleshly taint | S |
I would call such a Christ our Saint | S |
As I declare our Poet him | X2 |
Whose insight makes all others dim | X2 |
A thousand poets pried at life | S |
And only one amid the strife | S |
Rose to be Shakespeare each shall take | M |
His crown I'd say for the world's sake | M |
Though some objected Had we seen | Q |
The heart and head of each what screen | Q |
Was broken there to give them light | S |
While in ourselves it shuts the sight | S |
We should no more admire perchance | P |
That these found truth out at a glance | P |
Than marvel how the bat discerns | P |
Some pitch dark cavern's fifty turns | P |
Led by a finer tact a gift | S |
He boasts which other birds must shift | S |
Without and grope as best they can | Q |
No freely I would praise the man | Q |
Nor one whit more if he contended | S |
That gift of his from God descended | S |
Ah friend what gift of man's does not | S |
No nearer something by a jot | S |
Rise an infinity of nothings | P |
Than one take Euclid for your teacher | E |
Distinguish kinds do crownings clothings | P |
Make that creator which was creature | E |
Multiply gifts upon man's head | S |
And what when all 's done shall be said | S |
But the more gifted he I ween | Q |
That one's made Christ this other Pilate | S |
And this might be all that has been | Q |
So what is there to frown or smile at | S |
What is left for us save in growth | Y2 |
Of soul to rise up far past both | Y2 |
From the gift looking to the giver | E |
And from the cistern to the river | E |
And from the finite to infinity | S |
And from man's dust to God's divinity | S |
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XVII | S |
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Take all in a word the truth in God's breast | S |
Lies trace for trace upon ours impressed | S |
Though he is so bright and we so dim | X2 |
We are made in his image to witness him | X2 |
And were no eye in us to tell | J |
Instructed by no inner sense | P |
The light of heaven from the dark of hell | J |
That light would want its evidence | P |
Though justice good and truth were still | J |
Divine if by some demon's will | J |
Hatred and wrong had been proclaimed | S |
Law through the worlds and right misnamed | S |
No mere exposition of morality | S |
Made or in part or in totality | S |
Should win you to give it worship therefore | E |
And if no better proof you will care for | E |
Whom do you count the worst man upon earth | S2 |
Be sure he knows in his conscience more | E |
Of what right is than arrives at birth | S2 |
In the best man's acts that we bow before | E |
This last knows better true but my fact is | P |
'T is one thing to know and another to practice | P |
And thence I conclude that the real God function | Q |
Is to furnish a motive and injunction | Q |
For practising what we know already | S |
And such an injunction and such a motive | S |
As the God in Christ do you waive and heady | S |
High minded hang your tablet votive | S |
Outside the fane on a finger post | S |
Morality to the uttermost | S |
Supreme in Christ as we all confess | P |
Why need we prove would avail no jot | S |
To make him God if God he were not | S |
What is the point where himself lays stress | P |
Does the precept run Believe in good | S |
In justice truth now understood | S |
For the first time or Believe in me | S |
Who lived and died yet essentially | S |
Am Lord of Life Whoever can take | M |
The same to his heart and for mere love's sake | M |
Conceive of the love that man obtains | P |
A new truth no conviction gains | P |
Of an old one only made intense | P |
By a fresh appeal to his faded sense | P |
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XVIII | S |
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Can it be that he stays inside | S |
Is the vesture left me to commune with | E3 |
Could my soul find aught to sing in tune with | E3 |
Even at this lecture if she tried | S |
Oh let me at lowest sympathize | P |
With the lurking drop of blood that lies | P |
In the desiccated brain's white roots | P |
Without throb for Christ's attributes | P |
As the lecturer makes his special boast | S |
If love's dead there it has left a ghost | S |
Admire we how from heart to brain | Q |
Though to say so strike the doctors dumb | X2 |
One instinct rises and falls again | Q |
Restoring the equilibrium | X2 |
And how when the Critic had done his best | S |
And the pearl of price at reason's test | S |
Lay dust and ashes levigable | S |
On the Professor's lecture table | S |
When we looked for the inference and monition | Q |
That our faith reduced to such condition | Q |
Be swept forthwith to its natural dust hole | S |
He bids us when we least expect it | S |
Take back our faith if it be not just whole | S |
Yet a pearl indeed as his tests affect it | S |
Which fact pays damage done rewardingly | S |
So prize we our dust and ashes accordingly | S |
Go home and venerate the myth | F3 |
I thus have experimented with | E3 |
This man continue to adore him | X2 |
Rather than all who went before him | X2 |
And all who ever followed after | E |
Surely for this I may praise you my brother | E |
Will you take the praise in tears or laughter | E |
That's one point gained can I compass another | E |
Unlearned love was safe from spurning | M |
Can't we respect your loveless learning | M |
Let us at least give learning honor | E |
What laurels had we showered upon her | E |
Girding her loins up to perturb | G3 |
Our theory of the Middle Verb | G3 |
Or Turk like brandishing a scimitar | E |
O'er anapaests in comic trimeter | E |
Or curing the halt and maimed Iketides | P |
While we lounged on at our indebted ease | P |
Instead of which a tricksy demon | Q |
Sets her at Titus or Philemon | Q |
When ignorance wags his ears of leather | E |
And hates God's word 't is altogether | E |
Nor leaves he his congenial thistles | P |
To go and browse on Paul's Epistles | P |
And you the audience who might ravage | A3 |
The world wide enviably savage | B3 |
Nor heed the cry of the retriever | E |
More than Herr Heine before his fever | E |
I do not tell a lie so arrant | S |
As say my passion's wings are furled up | N2 |
And without plainest heavenly warrant | S |
I were ready and glad to give the world up | N2 |
But still when you rub brow meticulous | P |
And ponder the profit of turning holy | S |
If not for God's for your own sake solely | S |
God forbid I should find you ridiculous | P |
Deduce from this lecture all that eases you | S |
Nay call yourselves if the calling pleases you | S |
Christians abhor the deist's pravity | S |
Go on you shall no more move my gravity | S |
Than when I see boys ride a cockhorse | P |
I find it in my heart to embarrass them | X2 |
By hinting that their stick's a mock horse | P |
And they really carry what they say carries them | X2 |
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XIX | P |
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So sat I talking with my mind | S |
I did not long to leave the door | E |
And find a new church as before | E |
But rather was quiet and inclined | S |
To prolong and enjoy the gentle resting | M |
From further tracking and trying and testing | M |
This tolerance is a genial mood | S |
Said I and a little pause ensued | S |
One trims the bark 'twixt shoal and shelf | S |
And sees each side the good effects of it | S |
A value for religion's self | S |
A carelessness about the sects of it | S |
Let me enjoy my own conviction | Q |
Not watch my neighbor's faith with fretfulness | P |
Still spying there some dereliction | Q |
Of truth perversity forgetfulness | P |
Better a mild indifferentism | X2 |
Teaching that both our faiths though | M |
His shine through a dull spirit's prism | X2 |
Originally had one color | E |
Better pursue a pilgrimage | B3 |
Through ancient and through modern times | P |
To many peoples various climes | P |
Where I may see saint savage sage | H3 |
Fuse their respective creeds in one | Q |
Before the general Father's throne | Q |
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XX | P |
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'T was the horrible storm began afresh | C3 |
The black night caught me in his mesh | C3 |
Whirled me up and flung me prone | Q |
I was left on the college step alone | Q |
I looked and far there ever fleeting | M |
Far far away the receding gesture | E |
And looming of the lessening vesture | E |
Swept forward from my stupid hand | S |
While I watched my foolish heart expand | S |
In the lazy glow of benevolence | P |
O'er the various modes of man's belief | S |
I sprang up with fear's vehemence | P |
Needs must there be one way our chief | S |
Best way of worship let me strive | S |
To find it and when found contrive | S |
My fellows also take their share | E |
This constitutes my earthly care | E |
God's is above it and distinct | S |
For I a man with men am linked | S |
And not a brute with brutes no gain | Q |
That I experience must remain | Q |
Unshared but should my best endeavor | E |
To share it fail subsisteth ever | E |
God's care above and I exult | S |
That God by God's own ways occult | S |
May doth I will believe bring back | M |
All wanderers to a single track | M |
Meantime I can but testify | S |
God's care for me no more can I | S |
It is but for myself I know | M |
The world rolls witnessing around me | X2 |
Only to leave me as it found me | X2 |
Men cry there but my ear is slow | M |
Their races flourish or decay | M |
What boots it while yon lucid way | M |
Loaded with stars divides the vault | S |
But soon my soul repairs its fault | S |
When sharpening sense's hebetude | S |
She turns on my own life So viewed | S |
No mere mote's breadth but teems immense | P |
With witnessings of providence | P |
And woe to me if when I look | M |
Upon that record the sole book | M |
Unsealed to me I take no heed | S |
Of any warning that I read | S |
Have I been sure this Christmas Eve | S |
God's own hand did the rainbow weave | S |
Whereby the truth from heaven slid | S |
Into my soul I cannot bid | S |
The world admit he stooped to heal | S |
My soul as if in a thunder peal | S |
Where one heard noise and one saw flame | X2 |
I only knew he named my name | X2 |
But what is the world to me for sorrow | M |
Or joy in its censure when to morrow | M |
It drops the remark with just turned head | S |
Then on again That man is dead | S |
Yes but for me my name called drawn | Q |
As a conscript's lot from the lap's black yawn | Q |
He has dipt into on a battle dawn | Q |
Bid out of life by a nod a glance | P |
Stumbling mute mazed at nature's chance | P |
With a rapid finger circled round | S |
Fixed to the first poor inch of ground | S |
To fight from where his foot was found | S |
Whose ear but a minute since lay free | X2 |
To the wide camp's buzz and gossipry | X2 |
Summoned a solitary man | Q |
To end his life where his life began | Q |
From the safe glad rear to the dreadful van | Q |
Soul of mine hadst thou caught and held | S |
By the hem of the vesture | X2 |
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XXI | P |
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And I caught | S |
At the flying robe and unrepelled | S |
Was lapped again in its folds full fraught | S |
With warmth and wonder and delight | S |
God's mercy being infinite | S |
For scarce had the words escaped my tongue | M |
When at a passionate bound I sprung | M |
Out of the wondering world of rain | Q |
Into the little chapel again | Q |
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XXII | P |
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How else was I found there bolt upright | S |
On my bench as if I had never left it | S |
Never flung out on the common at night | S |
Nor met the storm and wedge like cleft it | S |
Seen the raree show of Peter's successor | X2 |
Or the laboratory of the Professor | X2 |
For the Vision that was true I wist | S |
True as that heaven and earth exist | S |
There sat my friend the yellow and tall | S |
With his neck and its wen in the selfsame place | P |
Yet my nearest neighbor's cheek showed gall | S |
She had slid away a contemptuous space | P |
And the old fat woman late so placable | S |
Eyed me with symptoms hardly mistakable | S |
Of her milk of kindness turning rancid | S |
In short a spectator might have fancied | S |
That I had nodded betrayed by slumber | X2 |
Yet kept my seat a warning ghastly | S |
Through the heads of the sermon nine in number | X2 |
And woke up now at the tenth and lastly | S |
But again could such disgrace have happened | S |
Each friend at my elbow had surely nudged it | S |
And as for the sermon where did my nap end | S |
Unless I heard it could I have judged it | S |
Could I report as I do at the close | P |
First the preacher speaks through his nose | P |
Second his gesture is too emphatic | M |
Thirdly to waive what's pedagogic | M |
The subject matter itself lacks logic | M |
Fourthly the English is ungrammatic | M |
Great news the preacher is found no Pascal | S |
Whom if I pleased I might to the task call | S |
Of making square to a finite eye | S |
The circle of infinity | S |
And find so all but just succeeding | M |
Great news the sermon proves no reading | M |
Where bee like in the flowers I bury me | S |
Like Taylor's the immortal Jeremy | S |
And now that I know the very worst of him | X2 |
What was it I thought to obtain at first of him | X2 |
Ha Is God mocked as he asks | P |
Shall I take on me to change his tasks | P |
And dare dispatched to a river head | S |
For a simple draught of the element | S |
Neglect the thing for which he sent | S |
And return with another thing instead | S |
Saying Because the water found | S |
Welling up from underground | S |
Is mingled with the taints of earth | S2 |
While thou I know dost laugh at dearth | S2 |
And couldst at wink or word convulse | P |
The world with the leap of a river pulse | P |
Therefore I turned from the oozings muddy | S |
And bring thee a chalice I found instead | S |
See the brave veins in the breccia ruddy | S |
One would suppose that the marble bled | S |
What matters the water A hope I have nursed | S |
The waterless cup will quench my thirst | S |
Better have knelt at the poorest stream | X2 |
That trickles in pain from the straitest rift | S |
For the less or the more is all God's gift | S |
Who blocks up or breaks wide the granite seam | X2 |
And here is there water or not to drink | M |
I then in ignorance and weakness | P |
Taking God's help have attained to think | M |
My heart does best to receive in meekness | P |
That mode of worship as most to his mind | S |
Where earthly aids being cast behind | S |
His All in All appears serene | Q |
With the thinnest human veil between | Q |
Letting the mystic lamps the seven | Q |
The many motions of his spirit | S |
Pass as they list to earth from heaven | Q |
For the preacher's merit or demerit | S |
It were to be wished the flaws were fewer | X2 |
In the earthen vessel holding treasure | X2 |
Which lies as safe in a golden ewer | X2 |
But the main thing is does it hold good meas ure | X2 |
Heaven soon sets right all other matters | P |
Ask else these ruins of humanity | S |
This flesh worn out to rags and tatters | P |
This soul at struggle with insanity | S |
Who thence take comfort can I doubt | S |
Which an empire gained were a loss without | S |
May it be mine And let us hope | N2 |
That no worse blessing befall the Pope | N2 |
Turned sick at last of to day's buffoonery | X2 |
Of posturings and petticoatings | P |
Beside his Bourbon bully's gloatings | P |
In the bloody orgies of drunk poltroonery | X2 |
Nor may the Professor forego its peace | P |
At Gottingen presently when in the dusk | M |
Of his life if his cough as I fear should in crease | P |
Prophesied of by that horrible husk | M |
When thicker and thicker the darkness fills | P |
The world through his misty spectacles | P |
And he gropes for something more substantial | S |
Than a fable myth or personification | Q |
May Christ do for him what no mere man shall | S |
And stand confessed as the God of salvation | Q |
Meantime in the still recurring fear | X2 |
Lest myself at unawares be found | S |
While attacking the choice of my neighbors round | S |
With none of my own made I choose here | X2 |
The giving out of the hymn reclaims me | S |
I have done and if any blames me | S |
Thinking that merely to touch in brevity | S |
The topics I dwell on were unlawful | S |
Or worse that I trench with undue levity | S |
On the bounds of the holy and the awful | S |
I praise the heart and pity the head of him | X2 |
And refer myself to THEE instead of him | X2 |
Who head and heart alike discernest | S |
Looking below light speech we utter | X2 |
When frothy spume and frequent sputter | X2 |
Prove that the soul's depths boil in earnest | S |
May truth shine out stand ever before us | P |
I put up pencil and join chorus | P |
To Hepzibah Tune without further apology | S |
The last five verses of the third section | Q |
Of the seventeenth hymn of Whitefield's Collection | Q |
To conclude with the doxology | S |
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