To meet whatever comes with Faith rock-founded,
Upheld by it, to question not Thy Plan;
To know our dear ones, by Thy love surrounded,
Are near us now, to help us " play the man; "
To humbly walk with Him, as children, thronging
The Heav'nly spaces radiant with peace;
To realize the selfishness of longing
To have our burdens lifted first; to cease
Asking, with tears, the reason for your sending
Trials to us that are so hard to bear;
To grieve — yet not to live with Grief unending,
But hold Thy hand and onward — onward fare;

Comfort, O free and true!
Soon shall there rise for you
A City fairer far than all ye plan;
Built on a rock of strength,
It shall arise at length,
Stately and fair and vast, the City meet for Man!

Towering to yonder skies
Shall the fair City rise,
Dim in the dawning of a day more pure:
House, mart, and street, and square,
Yea, and a Fane for prayer —
Fair, and yet built by hands, strong, for it shall endure.

In the fair City then
Shall walk white-robid men,

So you have gone across the dimming line
Between this life, and that, into the sun!
The smile still on your face . . . . Old pal of mine.
God loves the man who laughs as you have done.
And we who knew you best, glance back again . .
The Old Guard's ranks are thinning — Steady, men!

The kindly heart that had no thought for strife;
The good you saw in all things, large or small;
The joy you took — and gave — throughout your life,
Have made this world some better, after all.
On your last " copy, " let me write, old friend:

Blue are of heaven whose lattices
Are throng'd with starry eyes;
Vast dome that over land and seas
Dost luminously rise,
With mystic characters enwrought
More strange than all poetic thought!

Hear, Heaven, if thou canst hear! and see,
O stars, if see ye can!
Mark, while your speechless mystery
Flows to a Voice in man:
He stands erect this solemn hour
In reverent insolence of power.

Order divine, whose awful show
Dazzles all guess or dream;
Sequence unseen, whose mystic flow
Fulfils the immortal scheme;

The chap who never knows he is whipped
Is a fool ... from some people's point of view;
He whirls right in, though he isn't equipped,
And does the things that he just can't do.
Liking the things that he cannot bear,
He laughs, though it's only a bluff....His sand
Is damp, perhaps, with tears — but it's there ,
So he stands the pain that he just can't stand.
And rather than whisper, " Hold on; enough! "

Of course I love you! Love your dusky hair,
 Your sea-gray eyes, your bud-like lips, your throat
White as the hurrying foam, soft as the summer air
 That down the rose-lane whispers one love note;
  Of course I love you! You who are so wise
  Your lashes needs must veil your sapient eyes.

I love to think my fate is in your hands;
 To know you're ever near me in The Race;
To sense the way you meet all my demands—
 (Granting what's good for me, with charming grace!)
  I love your poise; your joyous laugh; your walk;

A whisper at twilight, a sigh through the night,
A strain of soft music, a perfume so light,
Will sweep as a feather the bulwark of years,
To surges of rapture, or rivers of tears.

The shades of the gloaming around me are stealing,
The lure of the dusk through the silences call,
Whiie blossoming incense comes mutely appealing,
And choiring wood-voices, vespering, fall.
Immersed in the deep of my dim sylvan-bower,
Upborne on the breast of its emerald tide,
I drift with the gleam of the vanishing hour
Afar — where my uttermost longings abide.

O love, you have shorn me, and rifled my heart,
You have torn down the shrine from the innermost part,
And through it now rushes a grief, sadly-wild,
That breaks as the plaint of a sorrowing child.

Why won't spring come? " asked the little maid
As she wistfully watched the gloomy sky,
The cold, gray clouds were scurrying by,
And the soft, sweet voice was weary — aye,
But the man saw no gray clouds! Not he —
Her eyes were blue as the summer sea!

" Why won't spring come? It's time 'twas here! "
And she sighed like a tired child at play.
But his pulse beat fast and his heart was gay —
And he thought of kissing her frown away.