To ashes, that was very fire before, God's secret, while he holds the thread of life. 'Sayeth, he will wait patient to the last For that same death which will restore his being To equilibrium, body loosening soul Divorced even now by premature full growth: So long as God please, and just how God please. How can he give his neighbour the real ground, The man is apathetic, you deduce? Contrariwise he loves both old and young, Able and weak affects the very brutes And birds - how say I? flowers of the field In a master's workshop, loving what they make. According to some preconceived design, Its cause and cure - and I must hold my peace! Thou wilt object why have I not ere this Sought out the sage himself, the Nazarene Who wrought this cure, inquiring at the source, Alas! it grieveth me, the learned leech Accused, our learning's fate, of wizardry, Rebellion, to the setting up a rule And creed prodigious as described to me. His death which happened when the earthquake fell (Prefiguring, as soon appeared, the loss To occult learning in our lord the sage That lived there in the pyramid alone) Was wrought by the mad people On vain recourse, as I conjecture it, that's their wont To his tried virtue, for miraculous help How could he stop the earthquake? That's their way! The other imputations must be lies: But take one-though I loathe to give it thee, In mere respect to any good man's fame! (And after all our patient Lazarus Is stark mad Perhaps not should we count on what he says? though in writing to a leech 'Tis well to keep back nothing of a case.) This man so cured regards the curer then, That came and dwelt in flesh on it awhile! -'Sayeth that such an One was born and lived, Taught, healed the sick, broke bread at his own house, Then died, with Lazarus by, for aught I know, what I said nor choose repeat, And yet was . . . And must have so avouched himself, in fact, In hearing of this very Lazarus Who saith but why all this of what he saith? Why write of trivial matters, things of price. Thy pardon for this long and tedious case, Which, now that I review it, needs must seem Nor I myself discern in what is writ And awe indeed this man has touched me with. The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself. Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, But love I gave thee, with Myself to love, And thou must love me who have died for thee!" The madman saith He said so it is strange. MESMERISM. 1. ALL I believed is true! I am able yet All I want to get By a method as strange as new: Dare I trust the same to you? 2. If at night, when doors are shut, And the wood-worm picks, And the death-watch ticks, And the bar has a flag of smut, And a cat's in the water-butt 3. And the socket floats and flares, And the house-beams groan, And a foot unknown |