Jephthah and Other Mysteries

156 MYSTERIES : Yet I think priests shall answer Him in vain: Their gospel of disgrace, disease, and pain, Shall move His heart of Love to such a wrath— O Heart! Turn back and look on Love again! Behold, I have seen visions, and dreamed dreams! My verses eddy in slow wandering streams, Veer like the wind, and know no certain path— Vet their worst shades are tinged with dawning beams! I have dreamed life a circle or a line, Called God, and Fate, and Chance, and Man, divine. I know not all I say, but through it all Mark the dim hint of ultimate sunshine ! Remember me for this! And when I go To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, Let child and man and woman yet recall One little moment that I loved you so! Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, My epitaph the murmur of the sea, The clouds of heaven be fleeces for my pall, My grave one thought within the hearts of ye. Without much strength but ever unafraid I sang to boy and man, to wife and maid ; And my last whisper was, “ Though shadows fall, Love is all triumph with a God to aid!”