438 439 440 The Saintly Company And in his heart the unspoken consciousness HE had understanding of righteousness, and discernèd great and marvellous wonders: and he prevailed with the Most High, and is numberèd among the saintly company. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail The setting sun, and music at the close. 441 Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep- 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. U Salvation He has outsoared the shadow of our night; A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; He is made one with Nature: there is heard He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light. The splendours of the firmament of time 442 443 444 Immortality And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there Until Death tramples it to fragments.-Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! .. Salute the sacred dead, Who went and who return not.-Say not so!.. Secure from change in their high-hearted ways, Of morn on their white shields of Expectation. . . And many more whose names on Earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. WHAT happy bonds together unite you, ye living and dead, Your fadeless love-bloom, your manifold memories! 445 446 447 448 The Heavenly Kingdom IN the heavenly kingdom the souls of the Saints are rejoicing, who follow'd the footsteps of CHRIST their Master and since for love of Him they freely poured forth their life-blood, therefore with CHRIST they reign for ever and ever. : WHEN blessed Vincent was put to the torture, with eager countenance, and strengthened by the presence of God, he cried: This it is which I have alway desired, and for which in all my prayers I have made request. SERVANT of God, well done, well hast thou fought Of Truth, in word mightier then they in Armes; Universal reproach, far worse to beare Then violence: for this was all thy care To stand approv'd in sight of God, though Worlds Speak! thy strong words may never pass away Love, from its awful throne of patient power Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, 449 The True Light Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length; To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; HOLY is the true light, and passing wonderful, lending radiance to them that endured in the heat of the conflict: from CHRIST they inherit a home of unfading splendour, wherein they rejoice with gladness evermore. FINIS |