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 HYMNS 
 
 FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE 
 
 LATE SCHOLAR OF DALLIOL AND FELLOW OF 
 EXETER COLLEGE, OXFORD 
 
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 SECOND EDITION, ENLARGED 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 
 ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH, 
 
 770, Broadway. 
 186S. 
 
Requests having been made to the Writer^ to allow 
 
 some of these hymns to be reprinted in collections, he 
 now publishes them together for the convenience of 
 
 those who may care to take them. 
 
 Should this occur, he zvould ash for a strict adhe- 
 rence to the following text : and he would consider it 
 a favour if notice were given to him of the pieces se- 
 lected. 
 
 April: 1867 
 
 Cambridge: Printed by John Wilson and Son, 
 
AMICO 
 
 DE ECCLESIA CHRISTI 
 
 APUD ANGLOS 
 
 OPTIME MERITO 
 
 LIBELLUM HUNC 
 
 D. D.D. 
 
 F. T. PALGRAVE 
 
 coll: ball: olim schol. 
 
INDEX 
 
 Page 
 
 Hope of those that have none other 5 
 
 Star of morn and even 7 
 
 Lord God of morning and of night 9 
 
 O Light of life, O Saviour dear 11 
 
 High in heaven the sun 13 
 
 The day is over 15 
 
 We name thy name, O God 17 
 
 Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness .... 18 
 
 O Lord God eternal 20 
 
 Once man with man, now God with God above us . 23 
 
 O thou not made with hands 25 
 
 Christ in his heavenly garden walks all day .... 27 
 
 Thou that once, on mother's knee 29 
 
 Pure, sweet, and fair, ere thou could'st taste of ill . . 30 
 
 He goes in silence through the crowd 31 
 
 Let him love thee to-day 33 
 
 Thou sayst, ' Take up thy cross 36 
 
 The dawn went up the sky 39 
 
CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR 
 
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 Hope of those that have none other,. 
 Left for life by father, mother, 
 All their dearest lost or taken, 
 Only not by .thee forsaken ; 
 Comfort thou the sad and lonely, 
 Saviour dear, for thou canst only. 
 
 When the glooms of night are o'er us, 
 Satan in his strength before us ; 
 When despair and doubt and terror 
 Drag the blinded heart to error ; 
 Comfort thou the poor and lonely, 
 Saviour dear, for thou canst only. 
 
CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR 
 
 By thy days of earthly trial, 
 
 By thy friend's foreknown denial, 
 
 By thy cross of bitter anguish, 
 
 Leave not thou thy lambs to languish : 
 
 Comforting the weak and lonely, 
 
 Lead them in thy pastures only. 
 
 Sick with hope deferred, or yearning 
 For the never-now-returning, 
 When the glooms of grief o'ershade us, 
 Thou hast known, and thou wilt aid us ! 
 To thine own heart take the lonely, 
 Leaning on thee only, only. 
 
THE DATS TAR 
 
 aCdlov aepcxpoirav 
 'AcTepa fieivafiev 'Ae/iiov AevKO-repvya npodponov- 
 
 Star of morn and even, 
 
 Sun of Heaven's heaven, 
 Saviour high and dear, 
 Toward us turn thine ear ; 
 Through whate'er may come, 
 Thou canst lead us home. 
 
 Though the gloom be grievous, 
 Those we leant on leave us, 
 Though the coward heart 
 Quit its proper part, 
 Though the tempter come, 
 Thou wilt lead us home. 
 
THE DAT STAR 
 
 Saviour pure and holy, 
 
 Lover of the lowly, 
 Sign us with thy sign, 
 Take our hands in thine, 
 Take our hands and come, 
 Lead thy children home ! 
 
 Star of morn and even 
 Shine on us from Heaven ; 
 From thy glory-throne 
 Hear thy very own ! 
 Lord and Saviour, come, 
 Lead us to our home ! 
 
MORNING HYMN 
 
 Lord God of morning and of night, 
 We thank thee" for thy gift of light : 
 As in the dawn the shadows fly, 
 We seem to find thee now more nigh. 
 
 Fresh hopes have waken'd in the heart, 
 Fresh force to do our daily part ; 
 Thy thousand sleeps our strength restore 
 A thousand-fold to serve thee more. 
 
 Yet whilst thy will we would pursue, 
 Oft what we would we cannot do ; • 
 The sun may stand in zenith skies, 
 But on the soul thick midnight lies. 
 
io MORNING HTMN 
 
 O Lord of lights ! 'tis thou alone 
 Canst make our darken'd hearts thine own : 
 Though this new day with joy we see, 
 Great Dawn of God ! we cry for thee ! 
 
 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; 
 Praise him through time, till time shall end ; 
 Till psalm and song his name adore 
 Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. 
 
EVENING HTMN 
 
 O Light of life, O Saviour dear, 
 Before we sleep bow down thine ear : 
 Through dark and day, o'er land and sea, 
 We have no other hope but thee. 
 
 Oft from thy royal road we part, 
 Lost in the mazes of the heart: 
 Our lamps put out, our course forgot, 
 We seek for God and find him not. 
 
 What sudden sunbeams cheer our sight ! 
 What dawning risen upon the night ! 
 Thou giv'st thyself to us, and we* 
 Find Guide and Path and all in thee. 
 
EVENING HTMN 
 
 Through day and darkness, Saviour dear, 
 Abide with us more nearly near ; 
 Till on thy face we lift our eyes,- 
 The Sun of God's own Paradise. 
 
 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend ; 
 Praise him through time, till time shall end ; 
 Till psalm and song his name adore 
 Through Heaven's great day of Evermore. 
 
MORXIXG HYMN 
 
 High in heaven the sun 
 
 Shines his worship to thee : 
 
 The bird in the brightness 
 
 Sings his hymn from the tree ; 
 
 Thou art praised on the earth, 
 Thou art praised in the sky ; 
 
 Last comes thine own creature 
 To praise the Most High. 
 
 For the sleep, for the waking, 
 For the rest of my bed ; 
 
 For in thine arms I slept, 
 By thy touch awakened. 
 
 As thou wert in the night, 
 
 Be with me bv day : 
 Morning, noon, evening ; 
 
 All my life, and alway. 
 
H MORNING HTMN 
 
 Go thou beside me 
 Wherever I go : 
 
 Whatever thou wiliest, 
 Make that I wish it so : 
 
 That in thought of thee 
 All I do may be done : 
 ' As all great in thy sight, 
 All small in my own. 
 
 When to-day brings its trial 
 Be thy voice mine aid : 
 
 Say, ' It is I ; 
 Be not afraid. 
 
 ' The night is mine, 
 And mine is the day, 
 
 Morning, noon, evening, 
 All thy life, and alway.' 
 
E VENING HTMN 
 
 The day is over, 
 
 The darkness is come : 
 I thank thee, O Lord, 
 
 For the peace of home. 
 
 This night and ever 
 
 Keep my feet in thy way : 
 Feet slow to follow thee, 
 
 Feet quick to stray. 
 
 Oft wandering from thee, 
 At thy guidance I chafe ; 
 
 Hold thou me up, 
 I shall be safe. 
 
 Sad shades of old sin 
 Dog my steps as I go : 
 
 What was done in the darkness, 
 In the daylight I know. 
 
16 EVENING HYMN 
 
 With the voice of the sea 
 Sin allures to the brink ; 
 
 Stretch out thine hand, 
 Let me not sink. 
 
 Whom have I 
 
 In heaven but thee? 
 
 And on earth there is none 
 Set beside thee may be. 
 
 Life soon is over, 
 
 And death will come : 
 
 Lord, linger not 
 
 In thy heaven-home : 
 
 As God, come in power 
 To judge us and bless : 
 
 As man with man once more, 
 Come in thy tenderness. 
 
THROUGH AND THROUGH 
 
 Infelix, quis me liberabit? 
 
 We name thy name, O God, 
 As our God call on thee, 
 
 Though the dark heart meantime 
 Far from t>hy ways may be. 
 
 And we can own thy law, 
 And we can sing thy songs, 
 
 While the sad inner soul 
 To sin and shame belongs. 
 
 On us thy love may glow, 
 As the pure midday fire 
 
 On some foul spot look down ; 
 And yet the mire be mire. 
 
 Then spare us not thy fires, 
 The searching light and pain ; 
 
 Burn out our sin ; and, last, 
 With thy love heal again. 
 
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LOST AND FOUND 
 
 Though we long, in sin-wrought blindness, 
 From thy gracious paths have stray'd, 
 
 Cold to thee and to thy*kindness, 
 Wilful, reckless, or afraid ; 
 
 Through dim clouds that gather round us 
 
 Thou hast sought, and thou hast found us. 
 
 Oft from thee we veil our faces 
 Children-like to cheat thine eyes ; 
 
 Sin, and hope to hide the traces ; 
 From ourselves ourselves disguise : 
 
 'Neath the webs we've woven round us 
 
 Thy soul-piercing glance has found us. 
 
LOST AND FOUND 
 
 Sudden, midst our idle chorus, 
 O'er our sin thy thunders roll ; 
 
 Death his signal waves before us, 
 Night and terror take the soul : 
 
 Till through double darkness round us 
 
 Looks a star,— and Thou hast found us. 
 
 O most merciful, most holy, 
 
 Light thy wanderers on their way ; 
 
 Keep us ever thine, thine wholly, 
 Suffer us no more to stray ! 
 
 Cloud and storm oft gather round us : 
 
 We were lost,— but thou hast found us. 
 
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A LIT ANT 
 
 Kvpte kTierjaov 
 XpcGTe klerjcov. 
 
 O Lord God eternal, 
 The First and the Last, 
 We are fallen before thee 
 As sinners downcast: 
 Not in anger deal with ns ; 
 Lighten the rod ; 
 Once more, once more, say 
 'lam your God : ' 
 
 Turn thy face toward us ; 
 Put up the sword : 
 Have mercy upon us, 
 Have mercy, O Lord ! 
 
 In the blindness of youth, 
 In sickness and health, 
 In the time of trial, 
 In the trial of wealth ; 
 
A LITANY 
 
 As we creep and dwindle 
 In age away, 
 In the hour of death, 
 In the judgment-day ; 
 
 Turn thy face toward us ; 
 Put up the sword : 
 Have mercy upon us, 
 Have mercy, O Lord ! 
 
 When the lust of wealth 
 Makes its own self all ; 
 When the pride of strength 
 Tramples down the small ; 
 When the world's outcasts 
 Sit and hide the head ; 
 When the barefoot children 
 Cry out for bread ; 
 
 Turn not thy face from us ; 
 Draw not the sword : 
 Have mercy upon us, 
 Have mercy, O Lord ! 
 
 When the tempter comes 
 With gold and smiles, 
 
22 A LITANT 
 
 When the flesh is master, 
 And thought defiles ; - 
 When faith grows faint 
 Through pride or fear, 
 — O thou that knowest 
 Spare us, O spare ! 
 
 Turn thy face toward us ; 
 Put up the sword : 
 Have mercy upon us, 
 Have mercy, O Lord ! 
 
 By thy manhood on earth, 
 By thy death and life, 
 By the mountain-peace 
 And the midnight-strife ; 
 By the scourge and cross 
 And all that pain ; 
 By thy golden throne 
 Set with God to reign ; 
 
 Turn thy face toward us ; 
 Put up the sword : 
 Have mercy upon us, 
 Have mercy, O Lord ! 
 
AD ALT ARE 
 
 Tanquam nihil habentes, et omnia possidentes — 
 
 Once man'with man, now God with God above us, 
 Loving us here, and after death to love us : 
 Enough is this for us, O Saviour dear, 
 When to thine altar our faint feet draw near. 
 
 1 Come unto me all that are heavy laden, 
 I will refresh you ; mine is love unfading : ' 
 It is enough ; we ask not where thou art, 
 Present in space, or in the faithful heart. 
 
 — So long since thou wast here, that to our seeming 
 Thou art like some fair vision seen in dreaming : 
 With glare and glow and turmoil, sigh and shout, 
 The world rolls on, and seems to bar thee out. 
 
24 AD ALTAR E 
 
 To reason'd doubt we yield ourselves resign'dly ; 
 Yet in our path oft feel thy-presenee blindly ; 
 Life darkens into storm ; joys change and flee ; 
 Once more we w r ake, and find ourselves with thee. 
 
 Behind the midday sky the stars are shining ; 
 O shine out on us in our sun's declining : 
 With loved ones lost, and loved ones yet to quit, 
 Were this life all, we could not bear with it ! 
 
 — Once man with man, now God with God above us, 
 Who lov'st us here, and after death wilt love us ; 
 When to thine altar our faint feet draw near, 
 It is enough for us if thou art here. 
 
THE CITT OF GOD 
 
 'ldov yap, ij (3aoi?,eia rov Qeov evrbg v/lluv earl. 
 
 O thou not made with hands, 
 Not throned above the skies, 
 Nor walPd with shining walls, 
 Nor framed with stones of price, 
 
 More bright than gold or gem 
 
 God's own Jerusalem ! 
 
 Where'er the gentle heart 
 Finds courage from above ; 
 Where'er the heart forsook 
 Warms with the breath of love ; 
 Where faith bids fear depart, 
 City of God ! thou art. 
 
26 THE CITT OF GOD 
 
 Thou art where'er the proud 
 
 In humbleness melts down ; 
 
 Where self itself yields up ; 
 
 Where martyrs win their crown ; 
 Where faithful souls possess 
 Themselves in perfect peace. 
 
 Where in life's common ways 
 With cheerful feet we go ; 
 When in his steps w^e tread 
 Who trod the way of woe ; 
 Where He is in the heart, 
 City of God ! thou art. 
 
 Not throned above the skies, 
 Nor golden-walTd afar, 
 But where Christ's two or three 
 In his name gather' d are, 
 Be in the midst of them, 
 God's own Jerusalem ! 
 
THE GARDEN- OF GOD 
 
 Tolai ?Mfi-ei [iev fiivog ue/.iov tuv hddde vvnra kutu, 
 QoiviKOpodocg & evl /.eiacjveaac TTpodartov avrcov 
 teal ?j, i 3dv( t ) amapa nal xpvaiocg nap-olg piPptOev. 
 
 Christ in his heavenly garden walks all day, 
 And calls to souls upon the world's highway ; 
 Wearied with trifles, mairn'd and sick with sin, 
 Christ by the gate stands, and invites them in. 
 
 — 'How long, unwise, will ye pursue your woe? 
 Here from the throne sweet waters ever go : 
 Here the white lilies shine like stars above : 
 Here in the red rose burns the face of Love. 
 
 ' 'Tis not from earthly paths I bid you flee, 
 But lighter in my ways your feet will be : 
 'Tis not to summon you from human mirth, 
 But add a depth and sweetness not of earth. 
 
zS THE GARDEN OF GOD 
 
 i Still by the gate I stand as on ye stray : 
 Turn your steps hither : am not I the Way ? 
 The sun is falling fast ; the night is nigh : 
 Why will ye wander? Wherefore will ye die? 
 
 4 Look on my hands and side, for I am He : 
 None to the Father cometh, but by me : 
 For you I died ; once more I call you home : 
 I live again for you : my children, come ! ' 
 
A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN 
 
 FOR NIGHT AND MORNING 
 
 *A<pere to, Tratdla epxeodcu izpog fie — 
 
 Thou that once, on mother's knee, 
 Wert a little one like me, 
 When I wake or go to bed 
 Lay thy hands about my head ; 
 Let me feel thee very near, 
 Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear. 
 
 Be beside me in the light, 
 Close by me through all the night ; 
 Make me gentle, kind, and true, 
 Do what mother bids me do ; 
 Help and cheer me when I fret, 
 And forgive when I forget. 
 
30 A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN 
 
 Once wert thou in cradle laid, 
 Baby bright in manger-shade, 
 With the oxen and the cows, 
 And the lambs outside the house :. 
 Now thou art above the sky ; 
 Canst thou hear a baby cry ? 
 
 Thou art nearer when we pray, 
 Since thou art so far away ; 
 Thou my little hymn wilt hear, 
 Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear, 
 Thou that once, on mother's knee, 
 Wert a little one like me. 
 
 EPITAPH ON A LITTLE CHILD 
 
 Pure, sweet, and fair, ere thou could'st taste of ill, 
 God wilTd it, and thy baby breath w r as still. 
 Now 'mo ng his lambs thou liv'st thy Saviour's care, 
 For ever as thou wert pure, sweet, and fair. 
 
THE KING'S MESSENGER 
 
 He goes in silence through the crowd ; 
 
 A veil is o'er his face ; 
 Yet where but once his eyes are turn'd 
 
 There is an empty space. 
 The whispering throngs divide and stir : — 
 'Tis he ! 'tis the King's Messenger ! 
 
 — We may perforce buy off the thought, 
 
 Or stifle or ignore ; 
 The day at last will come on us 
 
 When day will come no more : 
 When on the spaces of the sky 
 We hardly lift a wearied eye ; 
 
 When rising death-mists change and blot 
 
 Familiar features near ; 
 When we can give nor word nor sign, 
 
 Nor what they utter hear ; 
 When mother's tears no more are shed 
 For little faces round the bed ; 
 
32 THE KING'S MESSENGER 
 
 When Science folds her hands and sighs, 
 
 And cannot bridge the abyss ; 
 And That, which once seem'd life, seems nought 
 
 Before the enormous This ; 
 All days, all deeds, all passions past 
 Shrunk to a pin's point in the vast : — 
 
 Then face to face to meet the King 
 
 Behind his messenger ! 
 — O could we see that hour go by 
 
 Whilst youthful pulses stir, 
 With all our future to forgive, 
 We scarce could bear the sight, and live ! 
 
 — Thou who for us hast suffer'd death, 
 
 Remember we are men ; 
 Thou on the right hand of the throne, 
 
 Have mercy on us then ; 
 Thou from the King our pardon bear, 
 And be Thyself his messenger. 
 
THE LOVE OF GOD 
 
 Cras amet qui nuhquam amavit; quique amavit, eras amet 
 
 Let him love thee to-day 
 
 Who ne'er loved before ; 
 And he who loves thee, 
 
 To-day love thee more. 
 
 Love with mind and heart, 
 
 With body and soul : 
 Thou gav'st us each part ; 
 
 We should give thee the whole. 
 
 With cheerfulness love thee 
 
 Age, midlife, and youth ; 
 With faith and purity, 
 
 Courage and truth : 
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34 
 
 THE LOVE OF GOD 
 
 In health and laughter, 
 In sickness and woe : — 
 
 But O labour and fear, 
 To love thee so ! 
 
 — Lord, thou knowest 
 
 Whereof we are made ; * 
 
 From this burden of love 
 We shrink afraid. 
 
 Should we love thee so much, 
 What were left behind 
 
 For this common life, 
 For our human kind? 
 
 Should we have enough 
 
 For this world and for thee? 
 
 — O narrow faith, 
 When all is He ! 
 
 When he loves us first 
 From cradle to grave : 
 
 — O, love for love 
 
 Is all thou dost crave ! 
 
THE LOVE OF GOD 35 
 
 Thou art not quick 
 
 To mark where we stray ; 
 Thy voice will lead us 
 
 In love's own way. 
 
 Thou shalt cleanse us 
 
 And we shall be clean : 
 Thou wilt gather 
 
 Thy whole flock in. 
 
 Then let him love to-day 
 
 Who ne'er loved thee before ; 
 And he who loves thee, 
 
 To-day love thee more. 
 
FAITH AND SIGHT 
 
 IN THE LATTER DAYS 
 1 1 prae : sequar.' 
 
 Thou sayst, c Take up thy cross 
 
 O Man, and follow me : ' 
 The night is black, the feet are slack, 
 
 Yet we would follow thee. 
 
 But O, dear Lord, we cry, 
 
 That we thy face could see ! 
 Thy blessed face one moment's space — 
 
 Then might we follow thee ! 
 
 Dim tracts of time divide 
 
 Those golden days from me ; 
 Thy voice comes strange o'er years of change ; 
 
 How can I follow thee? 
 
FAITH AND SIGHT 37 
 
 Comes faint and far thy voice 
 
 From vales of Galilee ; 
 Thv vision fades in ancient shades ; 
 
 How should we follow thee ? 
 
 tjnchanging law binds all, 
 
 And Nature all we see : 
 Thou art a star, far off, too far, 
 
 Too far to follow thee ! 
 
 — Ah, sense-bound heart and blind ! 
 
 Is nought but what we see? 
 Can time undo what once was true ; 
 
 Can we not follow thee? 
 
 Is what we trace of law 
 
 The whole of God's decree ? 
 Does our brief span grasp Nature's plan, 
 
 And bid not follow thee ? 
 
 O heavy cross — of faith 
 
 In what we cannot see ! 
 As once of yore, thyself restore 
 
 And help to follow thee ! 
 
3 3 FAITH AND SIGHT 
 
 If not as once thou cam'st 
 
 In true humanity, 
 Come yet as guest within the breast 
 
 That burns to follow thee. 
 
 Within our heart of hearts 
 In nearest nearness be : 
 
 Set up thy throne within thine own : 
 Go, Lord : we follow thee. 
 
THE REIGN OF LA W 
 
 'F,repa fiev ij ruv eTTOVpavluv dotja, krepa 6e rj t&v kiuyeiuv — 
 
 The dawn went up the sky- 
 Like any other day ; 
 
 And they had only come 
 
 To mourn Him where he lay. 
 
 ; We nJer have seen the law 
 Reversed, 'neath which we lie; 
 
 Exceptions no7te are found, 
 And when we die, we die. 
 Resigned to fact we wa?ider hither / 
 We ask 7io more the whence and whither. 
 
4Q THE REIGN OF LA W 
 
 ' Vain questions ! fro77i the first 
 
 Put, and no answer found. 
 He binds us with the chain 
 
 Wherewith himself is bound. 
 From west to east the earth 
 
 Unrolls her primal curve; 
 The sun himself were vex'd 
 
 Did she 07i e furlong swerve : 
 The 77/yriad years have whirl' 'd her hither, 
 But tell not of the whence and whither. 
 
 ' We know but what we see — 
 Like cause, a7td like eve7it ; 
 07ie constant force runs 07i 
 
 Transmuted, but 7i7ispc7it : 
 Because they are, they are; 
 
 The mind may frame a plan, 
 9 Tis fro77i herself shf draws 
 A special thought for ma7i : 
 The natural choice that brought us hither 
 Is sile7it 071 the whence and whither. 
 
THE REIGN OF LAW 41 
 
 'If God there be, or Gods, 
 WitJiout our science lies ; 
 We cannot see or touch, 
 Measure, or analyse. 
 Li fe is but what we live, 
 
 Wc know but what we know, 
 Closed in these bounds alone 
 Whether God be, or no: 
 The self-moved force that bore us hither 
 Reveals no whence, and hints no whither. 
 
 'Ah, which is likelier truth, 
 
 That law should hold its way, 
 Or. for this one of all, 
 
 Life reassert Iter sway? 
 Like any other morn 
 
 The sun goes up the sky ; 
 No crisis marks the day, 
 Tor when we die, we die. 
 No fair fond hope allures us hither ; 
 The lazu is dumb on whence and -whither.' 
 
42 THE REIGN OF LA W 
 
 — Then, wherefore are ye come? 
 Why watch a worn-out corse ? 
 Why weep a ripple past 
 
 Down the long stream of force? 
 If life is that which keeps 
 
 Each organism whole, 
 No atom may be traced 
 
 Of what he thought the soul : 
 It had its term of passage hither, 
 But knew no whence, and knows no whither. 
 
 The forces that were Christ 
 
 Have ta'en new forms and fled ; 
 The common sun goes up ; 
 
 The dead are with the dead. 
 'Twas but a phantom life 
 
 That seem'd to think and will, 
 Evolving self and God 
 
 By some subjective skill ; 
 That had its day of passage hither, 
 But knew no whence, and knows no whither. 
 
THE REIGN OF LA W 43 
 
 If this be all in all ; 
 
 Life, but one mode of force ; 
 Law, but the plan which binds 
 
 The sequences in course ; 
 All essence, all design 
 
 Shut out from mortal ken ; 
 
 — We bow to Nature's fate, 
 
 And drop the style of men ! 
 
 The summer dust the wind wafts hither 
 
 Is not more dead to whence and whither. 
 
 — But if our life be life, 
 
 And thought, and will, and love 
 Not vague unconscious air 
 
 That o'er wild harp-strings move ; 
 If consciousness be aught 
 
 Of all it seems to be, 
 And souls are something more 
 Than lights that gleam and flee ; 
 Though dark the road that leads us thither, 
 The heart must ask its whence and whither. 
 
44 THE REIGN OF LA W 
 
 To matter or to force 
 
 The All is not confined ; 
 Beside the law of things 
 
 Is set the law of mind ; 
 One speaks in rock and star, 
 And one within the brain, 
 In unison at times, 
 
 And then apart again ; 
 And both in one have brought us hither 
 That we may know our whence and whither. 
 
 The sequences of law 
 
 We learn through mind alone ; 
 'Tis only through the soul 
 
 That aught we know is known : — 
 With equal voice she tells 
 
 Of what we touch and see 
 Within these bounds of life, 
 
 And of a life to be ; 
 Proclaiming One who brought us hither, 
 And holds the keys of whence and whither. 
 
THE REIGN OF LAW 45 
 
 O shrine of God that now 
 
 Must learn itself with awe ! 
 O heart and soul that move 
 
 Beneath a living law ! 
 That which seem'd all the rule 
 
 Of Nature, is but part ; 
 A larger, deeper law 
 
 Claims also soul and heart. 
 The force that framed and bore us hither 
 Itself at once is whence and whither. 
 
 We may not hope to read 
 
 Or comprehend the whole 
 Or of the law of things 
 
 Or of the law of soul : 
 E'en in the eternal stars 
 • Dim perturbations rise, 
 And all the searchers' search 
 
 Does not exhaust the skies : 
 He who has framed and brought us hither 
 Holds in his hands the whence and whither. 
 
46 THE REIGN OF LA W 
 
 He in his science plans 
 
 What no known laws foretell ; 
 The wandering fires and fix'd 
 
 Alike are miracle : 
 The common death of all, 
 
 The life renew'd above, 
 Are both within the scheme 
 
 Of that all-circling love ; 
 The seeming chance that cast us hither 
 Accomplishes his whence and whither. 
 
 Then, though the sun go up 
 
 His beaten azure way, 
 God may fulfil his thought 
 
 And bless his world to-day ; 
 Beside the law of things 
 
 The law of mind enthrone, 
 And, for the hope of all, 
 
 Reveal Himself in One ; 
 Himself the way that leads us thither, 
 The All-in-all, the Whence and Whither. 
 
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 Lost and Found ; 
 
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