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"Speak the word, and, master mine, As we charged on Tilly's line,
And his Walloon lancers, Smiting through their midst we'll teach Civil look and decent speech
To these boyish prancers!"
"Marvel not, mine ancient friend, Like beginning, like the end :"
Quoth the Laird of Ury, "Is the sinful servant more Than his gracious Lord who bore
Bonds and stripes in Jewry?
"Give me joy that in His name
All these vain ones offer;
Scoffing with the scoffer?
"Happier I, with loss of all, Hunted, outlawed, held in thrall,
With few friends to greet me, Than when reeve and squire were seen, Riding out from Aberdeen,
With bared heads, to meet me.
"When each good wife, o'er and o'er, Blessed me as I passed her door;
And the snooded daughter, Through her casement glancing down, Smiled on him who bore renown
From red fields of slaughter.
"Hafd to feel the stranger's scoff,
Hard to learn forgiving:
Warm and fresh and living.
"Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light
Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest
For the full day-breaking!"
So the Laird of Ury said,'
Towards the Tolbooth prison, Where, through iron grates, he heard Poor disciples of the Word
Preach of Christ arisen!
Not in vain, Confessor old,
Of thy day of trial;
Pours its seven-fold vial.
Happy he whose inward ear
O'er the rabble's laughter;
Of the good hereafter.
Knowing this, that never yet
In the world's wide fallow;
Reap the harvests yellow.
Thus, with somewhat of the Seer,
From the Future borrow;
Paint the golden morrow!
WHAT THE VOICE SAID.
Maddened by Earth's wrong and evil, "Lord!" I cried in sudden ire,
"From thy right hand, clothed with thunder, Shake the bolted fire!
"Love is lost, and Faith is dying;
With the brute the man is sold; And the dropping blood of labor
Hardens into gold.
"Here the dying wail of Famine,
And, in silence, smooth-faced Mammon
"1 Where is God, that we should fear Him?'
Thus the earth-born Titans say; 'God! if thou art living, hear us ! *
Thus the weak ones pray.
"Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding,"
Spake a solemn "Voice within; "Weary of our Lord's forbearance,
Art thou free from sin?
"Fearless brow to Him uplifting,
Knowing that to guilt's attraction
"Know'st thou not all germs of evil
Not thyself, but God's restraining,
"Could'st thou boast, oh child of weakness!
O'er the sons of wrong and strife, Were their strong temptations planted
In thy path of life?
"Thou hast seen two streamlets gushing
But by widely varying channels
"Glideth one through greenest valleys,
One, mad roaring down the mountains,
"Is it choice whereby the Parsee
In his black tent did the Tartar
"He alone, whose hand is bounding
Looking through each soul's surrounding,
"For thyself, while wrong and sorrow
Coward wert thou not to utter
"Earnest words must needs be spoken
With its scorn of wrong, or pity