CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. All creatures sing around us, and we sing. God makes our service love, and makes our wage Love: so we wend on patient pilgrimage. OUR Our Home and Heaven the work of faith All through this race of life which shelves Downward to death. So faith shall build the boundary wall And hope shall paint the secret bower, That both may show magnifical With gem and flower. While over all a dome must spread, SOONER OR LATER. SOONER or later; yet at last It may be he will overflow It may be that his cloven deep Sooner or later; yet one day Each man, each woman, humbled pale, Pass veiled within the veil ; Child, parent, bride, companion, SOONER OR LATER. For none a ransom can be paid, I, bent by mine own burden, must I, rated to the full amount, Must render mine own account. When earth and sea shall empty all When earth wrapped in a fiery flood When mysteries shall be revealed; All secrets be unsealed; When things of might, when things of shame Shall find at last a name Pealed for a hissing and a curse Throughout the universe: Then Awful Judge, most Awful God, To bloom with blossoms, and to give I plead Thyself with Thee, I plead 143 |