Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By John Henry Newman (18011890)Separation of Friends
DO not their souls, who ’neath the altar wait | |
Until their second birth, | |
The gift of patience need, as separate | |
From their first friends of earth? | |
Not that earth’s blessings are not all out-shone | 5 |
By Eden’s angel flame, | |
But that earth knows not yet, the Dead has won | |
That crown which was his aim. | |
For when he left it, ’twas a twilight scene | |
About his silent bier, | 10 |
A breathless struggle, faith and sight between, | |
And Hope and sacred Fear. | |
Fear startled at his pains and dreary end, | |
Hope raised her chalice high, | |
And the twin-sisters still his shade attend, | 15 |
View’d in the mourner’s eye. | |
So day by day for him from earth ascends, | |
As dew in summer even, | |
The speechless intercession of his friends, | |
Toward the azure heaven. * * * * * | 20 |
Ah! dearest, with a word he could dispel | |
All questioning, and raise | |
Our hearts to rapture, whispering all was well, | |
And turning prayer to praise. | |
And other secrets too he could declare, | 25 |
By patterns all divine, | |
His earthly creed retouching here and there, | |
And deepening every line. | |
Dearest! he longs to speak, as I to know, | |
And yet we both refrain: | 30 |
It were not good: a little doubt below, | |
And all will soon be plain. | |