EPILOGUE. TO MARY ON EARTH. 1. So! now the task is ended; and to-night, I turn on you, Sweet-Heart, my weary sight.- What is gain'd? 2. First, sit beside me. Place your hand in mine. From deepest fountain of your veins the while 1 Call up your Soul; and briefly let it shine smile. 3. My heart to-night is calm as peaceful dreams.- Blows up and down the moors with windy gleams, And shakes them softly on the mountain streams, Not wholly sadly, faithful though forlorn. For you, too, love him, mourn his life's quick fleeting; We think of him in common. Is it so ? Your little hand has answer'd, and I know His name makes music in your heart's soft beating; And well, 'tis something gain'd for him and me Him, in his heaven, and me, in this low spot, Something his eyes will see, and joy to see That you, too, love him, though you knew him not. Yet this is bitter. 4. We were boy and boy, Hand link'd in hand we dreamt of power and fame, To one wild tune our swift blood went and came, We ranged thro' mist and mist, thro' storm and strife; That his pale Soul to mine was so akin, That neither he, my friend, nor I could steal A smile as proud, as glad, as that I trace In your dear eyes, now, when my work is done. 5. Love gains in giving. What had I to give What gleams of stars he knew not, fugitive What music fainting in a clearer air? What lights of sunrise from beyond the grave? What pride in knowledge that he could not share ?— Ay, Mary, it is bitter; for I swear He took with him, to heav'n, no wealth gave. 6. No, Love, it is not bitter! Thoughts like those Were sin these songs I sing you must adjust. He, like an exhalation, thus arose Above our seasons, suns and rains and snows, Hearing in a diviner atmosphere Music we only see, when, dewy and dim, The stars thro' gulfs of azure darkness swim, 7. I said, Love gains by giving. And to know On his dead face, so proud a smile as this! 8. Most just is God: who bids me not be sad |