Classic Poem

Forth now through all the sad cold earth
Our love goes weeping: Time, nor space, nor breath
Can chain again life's past glad mysteries of birth,
Abashed before the deeper mystery of death
We cling to Hope with tender child-like fear,
And hide within her breast and clasp the truth she saith,
That love and lives like thine bring God to man more near.
Oh, thou wert gentle, true, ethereal, and how dear,
A song-fulfilling lark that soared with what pure might
To Heaven,—yet built so low her nest earth wets it with her tear,
Ah, who shall shield it now when falls the Night!
Strong lover of the true—for ever may the light
Of thy fair words shine o'er life's troubled shore,
And he “who cannot speak man well, be silent evermore.”