Thou didst assume my misery, And reap the harvest I had sown, Thy little one. Jerusalem and Galilee, — Thy love embraced not those alone, But also me Thy little one. Thy unblemished Body on the Tree Was bared and broken to atone For me, for me Thy little one. Thou lovedst me upon the Tree, — And love of me arose with Thee When death and hell lay overthrown : Thou lovedst me Thy little one. And love of me went up with Thee To sit upon Thy Father's Throne: Thy little one. Lord, as Thou me, so would I Thee For Thou lov'st me Thy little one: Which love of me brings back with Thee To Judgment when the Trump is blown, Still loving me Thy little one. AN EASTER CAROL. SPRING PRING bursts to-day, For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play. Flash forth, thou Sun, The rain is over and gone, its work is done. Winter is past, Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last. Bud, Fig and Vine, Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine. Break forth this morn In roses, thou but yesterday a Thorn. Uplift thy head, O pure white Lily through the Winter dead. Beside your dams Leap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs. All Herds and Flocks Rejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks. Sing, Creatures, sing, Angels and Men and Birds and everything. All notes of Doves Fill all our world: this is the time of loves. 13 "BEHOLD A SHAKING." I. MAN rising to the doom that shall not err, — Which hath most dread: the arouse of all or each; All kindreds of all nations of all speech, Or one by one of him and him and her? While dust reanimate begins to stir Here, there, beyond, beyond, reach beyond reach; While every wave refashions on the beach Alive or dead-in-life some seafarer. Now meeting doth not join or parting part; When whoso meet are joined for evermore, Of happy Heaven, His sheep home to the pen. |