You shall be mine, I will be yours, Your God unalterably true. "Yet not unsought or unimplored, The plenteous grace I shall confer;* No-your whole hearts shall seek the Lord, I'll put a praying spirit there. "From the first breath of life divine, Down to the last expiring hour, The gracious work shall all be mine, Begun and ended in my power." WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800). EZEKIEL. "Also the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Son of man, behold, I take away from thee the desire of thine eyes with a stroke; yet neither shalt thou mourn nor weep, neither shall thy tears run down. Forbear to cry, make no mourning for the dead. So I spake unto the people in the morning: and at even my wife died." He knew my soul, He knew she was in truth, My heart's desire; and I had none on earth But only her. Upon my troubled life She gently shone, as shineth some fair star Upon tempestuous waters, as this night Upon the swellings dark of Jordan shines The Summer-Moon. Until she rose on me Earth had no brightness; for when visions dread Of God's unutterable glory swept Before mine eyes, they left me dazzled SO That the sweet, common smiles of moon and sun, Which gladden other men, grew faint and wan. And faded in my sky, and served no more To light mine exile-land. I could not grieve *Ezek. xxxvi: 37. Sweet tie to earth, to hold my eager soul A little from the heavenly things, which wooed With burning glances, till they wellnigh drew My spirit through the Gates. It was a time Of tumult and reproach, when God, who clothed My soul with thunders, bade me utter them To all the people, whether they would hear Or would forbear. When I who stood between An angry God and angry nations, felt The shock of their dread warfare, till my soul Reeled with the clangour-then she came to me, Walking in white, and bearing in her hand A cup of blessing. As the waters cool Which flow from Lebanon, to meet the hot And thirsty valleys, so she came to me; And from that day she was my heart's delight And comfort for a while, a little while,Until God took her. Oftentimes I came, With burning thoughts, and with a weary heart, Towards our little home at eventide, After a day of conflict. Then she came To meet me smiling, and mine eyes would grow Most sweetly dim, and lose the dazzling Light Of things unspeakable, and only see That smile instead. And she would comfort me, And sit beside me while the golden sun Went down in peace, and sweetly sing to me Some of the songs of Zion. We were bound In exile, and we could not sing when those Who bound us bade us sing the sacred songs Of the beloved Land: but when the hour Of twilight came, when we might rest in peace Alone together, while the daylight waned, And the broad shadow of God's wing was spread Over the exile-hearts, until we seemed Once more to dwell at home, the captive maids Of Israèl would sing. They took their harps At sunset from the willows, and the songs Were strangely sweet that floated through the land, Although the sound of Babel's sighing streams Made mournful answer. Thus she sang to me, And at the evening-time God gave us light In our poor dwelling. To her gentle eyes No heavenly doors were opened, she had seen No glorious visions; yet she seemed to dwell More near to God, to hold His name more dear, And hail Him "Father" with a sweeter trust Than I, who had beheld in visions dread The billows of tempestuous glory sweep Around His throne. But in those evening hours By the faint starlight, while she sang to me, My heart grew sweet and calm, and I could rest With her in God. And she was my delight And comfort for a while, a little while, Until God called her. "Son of man, behold, I take from thee this day thine only one, Thine heart's desire!" Ere night mine only joy shall shattered lie In darkness with the dead?-I must not fail Nor be discouraged. In the work of God No man may turn or falter: I am His, Not mine, nor hers; I dare not weep for her When God hath need of me. I dare not mourn The while I speak His word, for no weak tears May fall upon the sacred fire; no sound Of breaking human heart may mar the full Majestic music of a Prophet's voice, Speaking to all the ages, from the mount Of cloud and vision. Thus I spake for God And did not falter, rather did my soul Wax stronger as it overcame. And still The hand of God was on me, and I went From strength to strength, till all the people bent Before the mighty Word, and many fell With trembling to the earth. But once before, When I was heralding the things to come Upon the Holy Place, thus mighty grew The word of God in me and did prevail: When to the Princes in the Gate I spake At His command, the thunder of His power Broke on the word, and rose, till, overcome By that dread sound of wrath, a mighty Prince Fell at my feet and died.* Thus have I felt My soul grow strong, when on the threshold dark Of some great Vision, the Archangel sounds The Trump of God. For while the Trumpet peals *Ezekiel xi: 13. On my calm heart in Heaven, as my last, Last memory of thee until we meet: Nay, thou must smile on me; one little smile, Cast like a wild-flower on my misty way, Will make it brighter, and I cannot go In peace until thou bless me." Then she looked From me to the faint hills, that distant shone Towards the sinking sun. And I could feel That, as she moved a little in my arms, Her soul was stirring gently, as a bird Stirs in its nest, about to take its flight To brighter lands. And from her eyes the veil Was falling; things unspeakable and |