Not This. Like one that having need of, deep within, 63 Would hardly bear that it should graze the skin, Though for his life. Nay then but He, who best doth understand And what can bear, did take my case in hand, CHRIST'S CUP. 66 And they say unto him, we can.". - MARK X. 39. Aн! little knew I, Lord, when thou wouldst first Ah! little knew I how it must betide With youth's bright hopes, and my young spirit's burst; How — pale, and sad, and trembling, — I should see Earth's visions, one by one, fade all away; How this warm heart should torn and riven be, CHASTENING. WITHIN this leaf, to every eye Wouldst thou its secret strength unbind? Crush it, and thou shalt perfume find Sweet as Arabia's spicy wind. In this dull stone, so poor, and bare But first must skilful hands essay This leaf? this stone? It is thy heart: It must be crushed by pain and smart, It must be cleansed by sorrow's art, Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, PILGRIMAGE. I TRAVELLED on, seeing the hill where lay A long it was and weary way: The gloomy Cave of Desperation I left on the one, and on the other side And so I came to Fancy's Meadow, strowed Fain would I here have made abode, But I was quickened by my hour: So to Care's Copse I came, and there got through With much ado. That led me to the Wild of Passion, which A wasted place, but sometime rich: Here I was robbed of all my gold, Save one good angel, which a friend had tied Pilgrimage. At length I got unto the gladsome hill, Where lay my heart; and climbing still, 67 With that abashed, and struck with many a sting Of swarming fears, I fell, and cried, Alas, my King! Can both the way and end be tears? My hill was further: so I flung away, Just as I went, None goes that way And but a chair. |