Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. 165 There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sound- There the passions cramped no longer shall 145 ing on the bugle-horn, They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn. Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pas- Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WAR- Home they brought her warrior dead; Then they praised him, soft and low, Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stepped, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee IO We have but faith: we cannot know; Let knowledge grow from more to more, 25 But vaster. We are fools and slight; Forgive what seemed my sin in me; Like summer tempest came her tears- 15 Forgive my grief for one removed, "Sweet my child, I live for thee." IN MEMORIAM A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I find him worthier to be loved. 30 35 40 Forgive these wild and wandering cries, Whom we, that have not seen thy And in thy wisdom make me wise. |