But meanwhile axe and lever Have manfully been plied,
And now the bridge hangs tottering Above the boiling tide.
"Come back, come back, Horatius!" Loud cried the Fathers all; "Back, Lartius! back, Herminius! Back, ere the ruin fall!"
Back darted Spurius Lartius; Herminius darted back;
And, as they passed, beneath their feet They felt the timbers crack; But when they turned their faces, And on the further shore
Saw brave Horatius stand alone,
They would have crossed once more.
Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind,- Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. "Down with him!" cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face; "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena, "Now yield thee to our grace!"
Round turned he, as not deigning Those craven ranks to see; Naught spake he to Lars Porsena, To Sextus naught spake he;
But he saw on Palatinus
The white porch of his home;
And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome:
"O Tiber! Father Tiber!
To whom the Romans pray A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day!"
So he spake, and, speaking, sheathed The good sword by his side, And, with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide.
No sound of joy or sorrow
Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear,
All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
One shade the more, one ray the less Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent-
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.
The Eternal Goodness
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
(Born December 17, 1807; Died September 7, 1892)
O friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear.
I trace your lines of argument; Your logic linked and strong I weigh as one who dreads dissent, And fears a doubt as wrong.
But still my human hands are weak To hold your iron creeds: Against the words ye bid me speak My heart within me pleads.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground Ye tread with boldness shod;
I dare not fix with mete and bound The love and power of God.
Ye praise His justice; even such His pitying love I deem:
Ye seek a king; I fain would touch The robe that hath no seam.
Ye see the curse which overbroods A world of pain and loss; I hear our Lord's beatitudes And prayer upon the cross.
More than your schoolmen teach, within Myself, alas! I know:
Too dark ye cannot paint the sin, Too small the merit show.
I bow my forehead to the dust, I veil mine eyes for shame, And urge, in trembling self-distrust, A prayer without a claim.
I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within;
I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin.
Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!
Not mine to look where cherubim And seraphs may not see, But nothing can be good in Him Which evil is in me.
The wrong that pains my soul below I dare not throne above,
I know not of His hate,-I know His goodness and His love.
I dimly guess from blessings known Of greater out of sight,
And, with the chastened Psalmist, own His judgments too are right.
I long for household voices gone, For vanished smiles I long, But God hath led my dear ones on, And He can do no wrong.
I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.
And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
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