Evil shall end in Good. So runs my dream: but what am I? THE wish, that of the living whole Are God and Nature then at strife, That I, considering everywhere I falter where I firmly trod, 33 And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call 34 Evil shall end in Good. To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. "So careful of the type?" but no: From scarpèd cliff and quarried stone 66 She cries, "A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final law Who loved, who suffered countless ills, Evil shall end in Good. No more? A monster then, a dream, Oh life as futile, then, as frail! Oh for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? BEHIND THE VEIL, BEHIND THE VEIL! 35 OPPOSITIONS OF SCIENCE. I TRUST I have not wasted breath: Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men? At least to me?—I would not stay. THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY. THE human spirits saw I on a day, Sitting and looking each a different way; And hardly tasking, subtly questioning, Another spirit went around the ring To each and each: and as he ceased his say, Each after each, I heard them singly sing, Some querulously high, some softly, sadly low, We know not, what avails to know? We know not, wherefore need we know? This answer gave they still unto his suing, We know not, let us do as we are doing. Dost thou not know that these things only seem? I know not, let me dream my dream. · ́Are dust and ashes fit to make a treasure? What shall avail the knowledge thou hast sought? I know not, let me live my life. |