OUR MASTER. 389 I dimly guess from blessings known I long for household voices gone, I know not what the future hath And if my heart and flesh are weak No offering of my own I have, Nor works my faith to prove; I can but give the gifts He gave, And plead His love for love. And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me I know not where His islands lift O brothers! if my faith is vain, And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen OUR MASTER. IMMORTAL Love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never-ebbing sea! THE VANISHERS. Deep strike thy roots, O heavenly Vine, The flower of man and God! O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight Thy presence maketh one : As through transfigured clouds of white So, to our mortal eyes subdued, And heart of God revealed. We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; The homage that we render thee Divides the Cross and Throne. To do thy will is more than praise, As words are less than deeds, And simple trust can find thy ways We miss with chart of creeds. No pride of self thy service hath, No place for me and mine; Our human strength is weakness, death Our life, apart from thine. Apart from thee all gain is loss, All labor vainly done; Alone, O Love ineffable! Thy saving name is given; To turn aside from thee is hell, To walk with thee is heaven! How vain, secure in all thou art, Not thine the bigot's partial plea, Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may thy service be?- We bring no ghastly holocaust, He serves thee best who loveth most Thy litanies, sweet offices In vain shall waves of incense drift Its brazen weights of sound. The heart must ring thy Christmas bells, Thy inward altars raise; THE VANISHERS. SWEETEST of all childlike dreams Of the shapes who flit before. Flitting, passing, seen and gone, Never reached nor found at rest, Baffling search, but beckoning on To the Sunset of the Blest. From the clefts of mountain rocks, And the fisher in his skiff, And the hunter on the moss, Wistful, longing, through the green |