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IN MEMORIAM A. H. H.
STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,
Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made!
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
We have but faith: we cannot know;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
Let knowledge grow from more to more,
We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear : But help thy foolish ones to bear; Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.
Forgive what seem'd my sin in me,
What seem'd my worth since I began;
Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise. 1849.
I held it truth, with him who sings
But who shall so forecast the years
And find in loss a gain to match?
The far-off interest of tears?
Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown'd, Let darkness keep her raven gloss :
Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with Death, to beat the ground,
Than that the victor Hours should scorn