IX. COMFORT IN SORROW a. SUBMISSION TO THE WILL OF GOD THE SUPREME SACRIFICE JOHN S. ARK WRIGHT O valiant Hearts, who to your glory came Proudly you gathered, rank on rank to war, Splendid you passed, the great surrender made, Long years ago, as earth lay dark and still, Christ, our redeemer, passed the self-same way. Still stands his cross from that dread hour to this, These were His servants, in His steps they trod O risen Lord, O Shepherd of our Dead, Whose cross has bought them and whose staff has led— THE PLOUGHMAN KARLE WILSON BAKER God will not let my field lie fallow. The ploughshare is sharp, the feet of his oxen are heavy. But I cannot stay God from his ploughing, I, the lord of the field While I stand waiting His shoulders loom upon me from the mist. He has gone past me, down the furrow, shouting and singing, (I had said, it shall rest for a season. The larks had built in the grass. .) He will not let my field lie fallow. SUBSTITUTION | ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING When some beloved voice that was to you That silence to your sense? Not friendship's sigh, Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew; Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress trees THE WAIL OF PROMETHEUS BOUND ÆSCHYLUS Translated by Elizabeth Barrett Browning O Holy Æther, and swift-winged Winds, I wrestle down the myriad years of time! The new King of the happy ones sublime Has flung the chain he forged, has shamed and bound me! Woe, woe! today's woe and the coming morrow's I cover with one groan, and where is found me A limit to these sorrows? And yet what word do I say? I have foreknown With an invincible gesture. Yet this curse To this compelling fate. Because I stole Hung here in fetters, 'neath the blanching sky. Ah, ah me! what a sound, What a fragrance sweeps up, from a pinion unseen Of a god or a mortal, or nature between, Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound, The god Zeus hateth sore, And his gods hate again, As many as tread on his glorified floor, Because I loved mortals too much evermore. Alas, me! what a murmur and motion I hear, As of birds flying near! And the air undersings The light stroke of their wings And all life that approaches I wait for in fear. NEARER HOME PHOEBE CARY One sweetly solemn thought I am nearer home today Than I ever have been before; Nearer my Father's house Where many mansions be; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown! But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, Is the silent unknown stream, That leads at last to the light. Closer and closer my steps Closer Death to my lips Presses the awful chrism. Oh, if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink; Even today than I think; Father, perfect my trust; Let my spirit feel in death, On the rock of a living Faith. HIS BANNER OVER ME GERALD MASSEY Surrounded by unnumbered Foes, Its Sword my spirit will not yield, The branch of palm-the crown of light; |