That eye had seen, in glorious trance, Mysterious things to be, Wild visions of impending doom On heaven and earth and sea : His pen had writ of times to come,— Of dearer times bygone: He was the fisher's chosen son, The Lord's beloved John. And he had drank his Master's cup And now he lingered there, the last, I wished I'd lived in those old times, And been a Grecian child, To hear that old man's blessing kind, To meet him when he smiled; To hear the words of holy love But love endureth through all age: Of Christ's communion dear; For all His saints in Him are one,— The exile o'er the sea, The child within its English home, The holy John hath rest at last,- And still by that dear Church he watched And we shall meet him, not as once The Well at Sychar. (ON FINDING IT FILLED UP BY THE ARABS.) THEY have stopped the sacred well which the patriarchs dug of old, Where they watered the patient flocks at noon, from the depths so pure and cold; Where the Saviour asked to drink, and found at noon repose: But the living spring He opened then no human hands can close. They have scattered the ancient stones where at noon He sat to rest : None ever shall rest by that well again, and think how His accents blest; But the Rest for the burdened heart, the Shade in the weary land, The riven Rock, with its living streams, for ever unmoved shall stand. Earth has no Temple now, no beautiful House of God; For earth is all one temple-floor, which those sacred feet have trod : But in heaven there is a Throne, a Home, and a House of prayer: Thyself the Temple, Thyself the Sun. Our pilgrimage endeth there! From "The Three Wakings." That Then? FTER the joys of earth, After its hours of light, After its dreams so bright— Only an empty name, After this empty name, After this weary frame, After this conscious smart, After this aching heart What then? Only a sad farewell To a world loved too well, Only a silent bed With the forgotten dead. After this sad farewell To a world loved too well, After this silent bed With the forgotten dead— What then? Oh, then-the judgment throne ! After the Christian's tears, "All things below but loss". What then? Oh, then a holy calm, After this holy calm, What then? Oh, then-work for Him, Then Jesus' presence near, Death's darkest hour to cheer. And when the work is done, When the last soul is won; When Jesus' love and power Have cheered the dying hourWhat then? |