. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . ortunes flame: Until, in day of pain and ill They friendships holy vows fulfil. And prove that time can change nor killWhat is forevermore the same. Wait, till thy faltering footsteps treadThat dim, mysterious, distant, dread, To us unknown abode ;If then thou hast but one true friend Who trod with thee lifes journey not to part!—such steps will tendTogether yet ; sucli souls will blend Like music—on another shore. 186 DISCONTENT. The mornings mirth, the midnights grief,These wait on each and all of us — On yonder slave, on yonder chief—The great
. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . ortunes flame: Until, in day of pain and ill They friendships holy vows fulfil. And prove that time can change nor killWhat is forevermore the same. Wait, till thy faltering footsteps treadThat dim, mysterious, distant, dread, To us unknown abode ;If then thou hast but one true friend Who trod with thee lifes journey not to part!—such steps will tendTogether yet ; sucli souls will blend Like music—on another shore. 186 DISCONTENT. The mornings mirth, the midnights grief,These wait on each and all of us — On yonder slave, on yonder chief—The great one and the small ot us. We fain would fly the future fact,— Avoid the very way of it ;But every deed we do, each act Of ours but draws the day of it. We fret like foreigners on earth And fools, and cry:—O shame of it ! Why had we being, why had we birth,To bend and bear the blame of it ? 1883. Why did we ever see the we must see the set of it ? Twere well if day had neer all the good we get of it ! 187. TO WENDELL PHILLIPS. A FRAGMENT. O eloquent-lipt last lover of mankind, Full-veined apostle, blest of God above !— Hath Death the dark, the bitter and the blind—Called halt, and clipped thy mission work of love ? Far in the dim and undivined somewhere—In what hope holds as better yet-to-be, Drinking deep draughts of more immortal hope to meet, and walk, and talk with thee. Pebruary 3rd, 1884. 188 MY FAITH. I would not blot the star of HopeThat hangs so palely in the skies : But, giving thought a larger scope,And following wheresoeer it flies, I find I hate nor sects nor creeds,Yet have a creed all creeds above. Whose faith consists in noble highest law is highest love. And thus I do not feign, but feel A different faith from thee, my friend ! And yet, perhaps, through woe and wealThey both lead on to one grand end. 189 I AM YOUNG. I am young, and men Who long ago have passed their primeWould fain have what I have again,—
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