"WE READ OUR OWN IMAGINATIONS FOND FOR THE TRUE FIGURES OF THE LIFE BEYOND;-(GERALD MASSEY) And white-winged angels nurture her; She summers on the Hills of Myrrh. Through childhood's morning-land, serene Till Life's highway grew bleak and wild; FROM ONE BRIEF LIFE ETERNAL SUFFERING."-MASSEY. WE MODEL FROM THE HUMAN LIFE, AND SO FEATURE THE FUTURE FROM THE FACE WE KNOW."-MASSEY. "TIS ALWAYS SUNLESS ONE SIDE OF OUR GLOBE, AND THUS WE FASHION THE ETERNAL'S ROBE: "TIS HARD TO READ THE HANDWRITING DIVINE;-(MASSEY) THE VANISHING UPSTROKES SO INVISIBLY FINE!"-MASSEY. GOD MADE MAN IN HIS IMAGE, BUT OUR PLAN'S TO MAKE GOD'S IMAGE IN THE MAN'S."-MASSEY. "WHY SHOULD THEY WEEP WHO HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND IN DEATH; ANOTHER THREAD TO GUIDE THEM THROUGH 296 "THE DEAR ONES THAT ARE WORTHIEST OF OUR LOVE GERALD MASSEY. Our royal right on battle-ground Ho! brave heart, for one passionate bound, And take thy place in front! As she rises, calm and grand, Who would not fight for England? I' the ring, to meet a tyrant's gage, Her stem is thorny, but doth burst And shall our dear Rose wither? First I' the ring, to meet a tyrant's gage, To battle goes our England, A merry marriage-day. And her spirit leaps within, to match To battle goes our England, BELOW, ARE ALSO WORTHIEST ABOVE."-GERALD MASSEY. LIFE'S MAZE; ANOTHER TIE TO DRAW THEM HOME, A FIRMER FOOTHOLD IN THE INFINITE!"-GERALD MASSEY. "THE SWEETEST FLOWERS WOULD NEVER BLOOM AT ALL IF NO LEAST RAIN OF TEARS DID EVER FALL."-MASSEY. "WE WOULD NOT PRAY THAT SORROW NE'ER MAY SHED (MASSEY) THE KINGLIEST KINGS. 297 Now, fair befall our England, On her proud and perilous road : Her footprints red with blood. A thunder-peal of drums! And, courage! England comes! On her proud and perilous road: Now, victory to our England! And where'er she lifts her hand May she sit down i' the green o' the day, Now, victory to our England! And where'er she lifts her hand God bless the dear old land! [This was written at the time of the war with Russia, 1854-55.] THE KINGLIEST KINGS. O! ye who in the noble work And in the way where lions lurk, HER DEWS ALONG THE PATHWAY WE MUST TREAD."-MASSEY. "IN JOY THE SOUL IS BEARING HUMAN FRUIT; IN GRIEF IT MAY BE TAKING DIVINE ROOT."-GERALD MASSEY. |