She dictated Thoughts during Sickness in the intervals of sickness, when concentrated thought was possible. Their shortness tells of the shortness of those intervals. Who is not better for thinking over these sonnets, recalling as they do a peaceful spirit of resignation and calmness at the approach of the last hour?
“Let
others trembling bow,
Angel of Death, before
thee;—not to those
Whose spirits with Eternal
Truth repose
Art thou a fearful shape.
And, oh, for me,
How full of welcome
would thine aspect shine,
Did not the cords of
strong affection twine
So fast around my soul,
it cannot spring to thee.”
The last of the series is entitled a “Sabbath Sonnet.” It was composed by Mrs. Hemans a few days before her death, and dictated to her brother. It ends in these words—–fit words for the last utterances of a Christian poet:
“I
may not tread
With them those pathways—to
the feverish bed
Of sickness bound; yet,
O my God, I bless
Thy mercy, that with
Sabbath peace hath filled
My chastened heart,
and all its throbbings stilled
To one deep calm of
lowliest thankfulness.”
But we are anticipating. At the end of 1834 Mrs. Hemans was recommended to try change of air. Most kindly Archbishop Whately placed at her disposal his country seat of Redesdale, where she had every comfort. But there was a comfort she had that was not of man’s making or man’s giving. “Far better than these indications of recovery is the sweet religious peace which I feel gradually overshadowing me with its dove-pinions, excluding all that would exclude thoughts of God.”
All around her delighted to ease her suffering and to minister to her comfort. Especially thoughtful was her faithful attendant. And well was that attendant repaid in hearing the words which fell from her mistress’s lips. How bright was the testimony of the dying poetess! “I feel like a tired child wearied, and longing to mingle with the pure in heart! I feel as if I were sitting with Mary at the feet of my Redeemer, hearing the music of His voice, and learning of Him to be meek and lowly.” “Oh, Anna, do not you love your kind Saviour? The plan of redemption was indeed a glorious one; humility was indeed the crowning work. I am like a quiet babe at His feet, and yet my spirit is full of His strength. When anybody speaks of His love to me, I feel as if they were too slow; my spirit can mount alone with Him into those blissful realms with far more rapidity.”
XI.
“THE BETTER LAND” REACHED.