--Alfred Tennyson.
LAUS MORTIS
Nay, why should I fear Death,
Who gives us life, and in exchange takes breath?
He is like cordial spring,
That lifts above the soil each buried thing;
Like autumn, kind and brief,
The frost that chills the branches frees the leaf;
Like winter's stormy hours,
That spread their fleece of snow to save the flowers;
The lordliest of all things!--
Life lends us only feet, Death gives us wings.
Fearing no covert thrust,
Let me walk onward, armed in valiant trust;
Dreading no unseen knife,
Across Death's threshold step from life to life!
O all ye frightened folk,
Whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke,
Laid in one equal bed,
When once your coverlet of grass is spread,
What daybreak need you fear?
The Love will rule you there that guides you here.
Where Life, the sower, stands,
Scattering the ages from his swinging hands,
Thou waitest, reaper lone,
Until the multitudinous grain hath grown.
Scythe-bearer, when thy blade
Harvests my flesh, let me be unafraid.
God's husbandman thou art,
In his unwithering sheaves, O, bind my heart!
--Frederic Lawrence Knowles.
IMMANUEL'S LAND
The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sighed for--
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
I've wrestled on toward heaven
'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide,
Now, like a weary traveler
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel's land.
Deep waters crossed life's pathway;
The hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now these lie all behind me.
O for a well-tuned harp!
O to join the Hallelujah
With yon triumphant band
Who sing where glory dwelleth--
In Immanuel's land!
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time he wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered with his love;
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth--
In Immanuel's land.
--Annie R. Cousin.
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