Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. In Love’s a cure For Fortune’s hate ; In Love ’s a lure Shall laugh at Fate; We have tolled Death’s knell ; All streams are pure; We are new-create; All’s well, all’s well! We have God to endure, we are very sure All ’s well! In such wise rang the challenge unto Death With clear high eloquence and happy breath, So did a brave sad heart grow glad again 155 And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith. When I am dead, remember me for this That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss; Laughed with the Stoic at the dream of pain, And preached with Jesus the evangel—bliss. When I am dead, think kindly. Frail my song, *Twas the poor utterance of an eager tongue; I stutter in my rhyme—my heart was full Of greater longings, more divinely wrung By love and pity and regret and trust, © High hope from heaven that God will be just, Spurn not the child because his mind was dull, Still less condemn him for his father’s lust.