Though on its slope men sow and reap. More softly than the dew is shed, Ay, men may wonder while they scan For me, my heart, that erst did go That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who "giveth His beloved sleep." And, friends, dear friends, when it shall be MRS. BROWNING. THE SOUL-DIRGE. 109 THE SOUL-DIRGE. THE organ played sweet music The heedless went away; That were burying their spirits As I listened to the organ, And saw them crowd along, I thought I heard two voices. Speaking strangely, but not strong: And one, it whispered sadly, Will ye also go away? But the other spoke exulting, Ha! the soul-dirge,-hear it play! Hear the soul-dirge! hear the soul-dirge! And see the feast divine! Ha! the jewels of salvation, And the trampling feet of swine! Hear the soul-dirge! hear the soul-dirge! What priceless pearls they tread on, Hear the soul-dirge! hear the soul-dirge! From the Bread of Life away : You had thought the church a prison, From the consecrated door. But the bidden-where were they? O'er the highways and the hedges, Ere the soul-dirge ceased to play! Oh, the soul-dirge, how it echoed Ha! the soul-dirge! hear it play! THE SOUL-DIRGE. Few, few were they that lingered And yet, for all that spurned Him And the chalice glittered bright. Then came the hymn Trisagion, I seemed to feast in Heaven; And downward wafted then, With angels chaunting round me, Good will and peace to men. I may not tell the rapture Ho! every one that thirsteth, Let him taste the bread and wine! Hear the Bride and Spirit saying, Will ye also go away? Or-go, poor soul, forever! Oh, the soul-dirge-hear it play! A. CLEVELAND COXE. 111 |