| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | II. Rest
Waiting for the Morning | | By John Henry Newman (1801–1890) |
| | | THEY are at rest: | |
| We may not stir the heaven of their repose | |
| With loud-voiced grief or passionate request, | |
| Or selfish plaint for those | |
| Who in the mountain grots in Eden lie, | 5 |
| And hear the four-fold river, as it hurries by. | |
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| They hear it sweep | |
| In distance down the dark and savage vale; | |
| But they at eddying pool or current deep | |
| Shall never more grow pale; | 10 |
| They hear, and meekly muse, as fain to know | |
| How long untired, unspent, that giant stream shall flow. | |
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| And soothing sounds | |
| Blend with the neighbouring waters as they glide; | |
| Posted along the haunted garden’s bounds | 15 |
| Angelic forms abide, | |
| Echoing, as words of watch, o’er lawn and grove, | |
| The verses of that hymn which Seraphs chant above. | | | | |
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