THINK thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die. Even I, am he whom it was destined for." How should this be! Art thou then so much more Than they who sowed, that thou shouldst reap thereby? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-washed mound Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. ΟΧΟΙ. LOST DAYS. (House of Life.-LXXXVI.) THE lost days of my life until to-day, What were they, could I see them on the street Lie as they fell? Would they be ears of wheat Sown once for food but trodden into clay ? Or golden coins squandered and still to pay ? Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet? Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat The undying throats of Hell, athirst alway? I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. "I am thyself,-what hast thou done to me?" "And I-and I-thyself," (lo! each one saith,) "And thou thyself to all eternity!" CXCII. "RETRO ME, SATHANA!" (House of Life.-xc.) GET thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled, Is snatched from out his chariot by the hair, For certain years, for certain months and days. CXCIII. A SUPERSCRIPTION. (House of Life.-XCVII.) Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been ; Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,- N CXCIV. DEMOCRACY DOWNTRODDEN. How long, O Lord ?—The voice is sounding still : Not heard of John Evangelist alone In Patmos. It doth cry aloud and will The day of the great reckoning-bone for bone, Strikes here or there amid the evil throng Or one oppressor's hand is stayed and numbs ; Not till the vengeance that is coming comes. For shall all hear the voice excepting God, Or God not listen, hearing -Lord, how long? |