A PROPHECY. WITH lifted head and high prophetic mouth She gave her voice to heaven; and all the land So in those summer days did she declare ONLY A SMILE. ONLY a smile, from one of a crowd, For the world was rainy and loud. Only a smile, not anything more, For further response the rude wind bore High out of our reach. Yet unto us straight The strong world stooped, as a slave, in its state, At the token of that which is passing great, A smile, not anything more. THE FELLOWSHIP OF HUMANITY. As one who, late at eve returning home A fellow-footstep fall, and sees one come But cries to him 'God speed thee,' and is glad Hearing his restful answer through the night, And dreams of love, and though his heart be sad Feels darkly some strange instinct of delight: So I to thee. If on this earthly way Our paths had lain together, I perchance In the sweet sunlight had beheld thy day And loved thee, and thou me. But seeing now Sad night compels us, and our way is won Though ignorance and blindness to the brow Of that fair mountain of the morning Sun Whence Truth is manifest, let us remain In word and action strangers, yet in heart One and well-known by every joy and pain That makes divine our little human part. THE FELLOWSHIP OF SUFFERING. O WEARY child of man, O mortal friend, By mountain, plain, or city, still the same, O child, O child, how sadly sang the world |