OT the ship that swiftest saileth, But which longest holds her way Onward, onward, never faileth, Storm and calm, to win the day; Earliest she the haven gains, Which the hardest stress sustains. O'er life's ocean, wide and pathless, 222 SPEED THE PROW. Time there was, 'tis so no longer,— Battled with the waves, and stronger There my bark had founder'd surely, Breathed upon me ;—then securely, Helm, and shrouds, and heart renew'd, Now, though evening shadows blacken, Sail, though verging tow'rds the tomb : Cloud and sunshine, wind and weather, SPEED THE PROW. Time and tide must fail together, Life and death will soon be past; But where day's last spark declines, Glory everlasting shines. 223 MONTGOMERY. ONLY A YEAR. NE year ago, a ringing voice, a clear blue eye, And clustering curls of sunny hair, too fair to die. Only a year, no voice, no smile, no glance of eye, No clustering curls of golden hair, fair but to die! One year ago,-what loves, what schemes far into life! What joyous hopes, what high resolves, what generous strife! The silent picture on the wall, the burial-stone, ONLY A YEAR. 225 One year, one year,-one little year, and so much gone! And yet the even flow of life moves calmly on. The grave grows green, the flowers bloom fair, above that head: No sorrowing tint of leaf or spray says he is dead. No pause or hush of merry birds, that sing above, Tells us how coldly sleeps below the form we love. Where hast thou been this year, beloved? what hast thou seen? What visions fair, what glorious life, where thou hast been? The veil the veil! so thin, so strong! 'twixt us and thee; The mystic veil! when shall it fall, that we may see? Not dead, not sleeping, not even gone, but present still, And waiting for the coming hour of God's sweet will. |