A Hidden Life and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 219 pages of information about A Hidden Life and Other Poems.

A Hidden Life and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 219 pages of information about A Hidden Life and Other Poems.
Ah, make me, Father, anything thou wilt,
So be thou will it; I am safe with thee. 
I laugh exulting.  Make me something, God;
Clear, sunny, veritable purity
Of high existence, in itself content,
And in the things that are besides itself,
And seeking for no measures.  I have found
The good of earth, if I have found this death. 
Now I am ready; take me when thou wilt.”

He laid the letter in his desk, with seal
And superscription.  When his sister came,
He said, “You’ll find a note there—­afterwards—. 
Take it yourself to the town, and let it go. 
But do not see the name, my sister true—­
I’ll tell you all about it, when you come.”

And as the eve, through paler, darker shades,
Insensibly declines, and is no more,
The lordly day once more a memory,
So died he.  In the hush of noon he died. 
Through the low valley-fog he brake and climbed. 
The sun shone on—­why should he not shine on? 
The summer noises rose o’er all the land. 
The love of God lay warm on hill and plain. 
’Tis well to die in summer.

When the breath,
After a long still pause, returned no more,
The old man sank upon his knees, and said: 
“Father, I thank thee; it is over now;
And thou hast helped him well through this sore time. 
So one by one we all come back to thee,
All sons and brothers, thanking thee who didst
Put of thy fatherhood in our poor hearts,
That, having children, we might guess thy love. 
And at the last, find all loves one in thee.” 
And then he rose, and comforted the maid,
Who in her brother lost the pride of life,
Weeping as all her heaven were full of rain.

When that which was so like him—­so unlike—­
Lay in the churchyard, and the green turf soon
Would grow together, healing up the wounds
Of the old Earth who took her share again,
The sister went to do his last request. 
Then found she, with his other papers, this,—­
A farewell song, in lowland Scottish tongue:—­

        Greetna, father, that I’m gaein’. 
          For fu’ weel ye ken the gaet. 
        I’ the winter, corn ye’re sawin’—­
          I’ the hairst, again ye hae’t.

        I’m gaein’ hame to see my mither—­
          She’ll be weel acquant or this,
        Sair we’ll muse at ane anither,
          ‘Tween the auld word an’ new kiss.

        Love, I’m doubtin’, will be scanty
          Roun’ ye baith, when I’m awa’;
        But the kirk has happin’ plenty
          Close aside me, for you twa.

        An’ aboon, there’s room for mony—­
          ’Twas na made for ane or twa;
        But it grew for a’ an’ ony
          Countin’ love the best ava’.

        Here, aneath, I ca’ ye father: 
          Auld names we’ll nor tyne nor spare;
        A’ my sonship I maun gather,
          For the Son is King up there.

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