46 THE HUMAN HEART. Thou hast been call'd, when thou hast raised to heaven Thy suppliant hands, in vain and passionate grief; When some young blessing, which thy God had given, The chains of mortal flesh and clay hath riven, And faded from thee like an autumn leaf! Thou hast been call'd, when by some early grave And murmuring against the God that gave, Thou hast been call'd, when the proud organ's peal Yea, oft hast thou been call'd! and often now Which may not rise unheard to His abode. THE HUMAN HEART. Yet empty is thy place amid the choirs Of God's young angels in their peace and love; Vainly with zeal thy soul a moment fires, Since, clinging still to earth and earth's desires, Thou losest sight of things which are above. Oh, hear it, sinner! hear that warning voice Which vainly yet hath struck thy hardened ear! Hear it, while lingering death allows the choice, And the glad troops of angels may rejoice Over the sinner's warm repentant tear! 47 Lest when thy struggling soul would quit the frame HON. MRS. NORTON. DEDALUS. W AIL for Dædalus, all that is fairest ! All that is tuneful in air and wave! Shapes whose beauty is truest and rarest, Haunt with your lamps and spells his grave! Statues bend your heads in sorrow, Ye that glance 'mid ruins old, That know not a past, nor expect a to-morrow, On many a moonlit Grecian wold! By sculptured cave and speaking river, Murmur thy name, and withering fall. DÆDALUS. Yet are thy visions in soul the grandest Of all that crowd on the tear-dimmed eye, Though, Dædalus, thou no more commandest New stars to that ever-widening sky. Ever thy phantoms arise before us, Our loftier brothers, but one in blood; By bed and table they lord it o'er us, Calmly they show us mankind victorious Thy toil has won them a god-like quiet, 49 Thou hast wrought their path to a lovely sphere; Their eyes to peace rebuke our riot, And shape us a home of refuge here. For Dædalus breathed in them his spirit; We too, a younger brood, inherit The gifts and blessings bestowed on these. E 50 DEDALUS. But ah! their wise and graceful seeming Dædalus, thou from the twilight fleest, E'en in the noblest of man's creations, Wail for Dædalus, Earth and Ocean! Wail for Dædalus! awful voices, From Earth's deep centre, mankind appal! Seldom ye sound, and then Death rejoices, For he knows that then the mightiest fall. JOHN STERLING. |