The Religion of Humanity and Other Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...But I forgot that though the sky is wide, Its lessoned image in our eyes may dwell; And love which will through endless years abide, In words a child can utter, we may tell. So He, the uncreate, th' eternal mind, Who doth our thought for evermore transcend, An image still in human form can find, To shadow forth His love, as friend to friend. He who has seen the Christ, has looked on Love, Love that could die for dull mortality, And make the vision that once dwelt above, Earth's one divinest, best reality. But, having seen th' immortal Love of God, Wherein all questions rest--nor fear to sleep, As corn dropped deep into the fertile sod, To rise again in answers that men reap; QUESTION AND ANSWER. 71 Yet is the infinite about us still, And endless ages will be still too brief, To learn how perfect that mysterious will Which He reveals to us, the Man of grief. For when the Godhead now to us draws near, Darkly, as in a dream, He is revealed; Then shall we see Him face to face, and hear His glorious voice. Then shall all wounds be healed, All lives fulfilled, all darkness die in light, All words be needless, love itself be speech, All souls be perfected with heavenly might, All strong to labour for the good of each. Oh if the face of Christ, as my dim eyes Behold it now, give me new strength of heart, Shall not eternal joy, Lord, make us wise, When we behold Thee even as Thou art 1876. "THE DISCIPLE IS NOT ABOVE HIS MASTER." Oh, think not o'er a smooth green way At once through paradise to stray, With joy beside thee night and day, If thou wouldst My disciple be: But where doubt's dreary phantom looms, Where misery still his victim dooms, Where devils rage among the tombs, Follow thou Me Not only in the quiet meads Where wind still...