LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC.
In Love’s a cure
For Fortune’s hate ;
In Love ’s a lure
Shall laugh at Fate;
We have tolled Death’s knell ;
All streams are pure;
We are new-create;
All’s well, all’s well!
We have God to endure, we are very sure
All ’s well!
In such wise rang the challenge unto Death
With clear high eloquence and happy breath,
So did a brave sad heart grow glad again
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And mock the riddle that the dead Sphinx saith.
When I am dead, remember me for this
That I bade workers work, and lovers kiss;
Laughed with the Stoic at the dream of pain,
And preached with Jesus the evangel—bliss.
When I am dead, think kindly. Frail my song,
*Twas the poor utterance of an eager tongue;
I stutter in my rhyme—my heart was full
Of greater longings, more divinely wrung
By love and pity and regret and trust, ©
High hope from heaven that God will be just,
Spurn not the child because his mind was dull,
Still less condemn him for his father’s lust.