Come with a smile, when come thou must,
Evangelic of the world to be,
And touch and glorify this dust,-
This shuddering dust, that now is me,-
And from this prison set me free!
Long in those awful eyes I quail,
That gaze across the grim profound:
Upon that sea there is no sail,
Nor any light nor any sound
From the far shore that girds it round:
Only – two still and steady rays
That those twin orbs of doom o’ertop;
Only – a quiet, patient gaze
That drinks my being, drop by drop,
And bids the pulse of nature stop.
Come with a smile, auspicious friend,
To usher in the eternal day!
Of these weak terrors make an end,
And charm the paltry chains away
That bind me to this timorous clay!
And let me know my soul akin
To sunrise, and the winds of morn,
And every grandeur that has been
Since this all-glorious world was born,-
Nor longer droop in my own scorn.
Come, when the way grows dark and chill!
Come, when baffled mind is weak,
And in the heart that voice is still,
Which used in happier days to speak,
Or only whispers, sadly meek.
Come with a smile that dims the sun!
With pitying heart and gentle hand!
And waft me, from a work that’s done,
To peace,that waits on thy command,
In some mysterious better land.
From “The Poems Of William Winter”
A number of years ago I found a battered and worn little blue book of poetry at a book sale. I thumbed through it and several lines caught my eyes. It was only a dollar so I picked it up. It was by a poet named William Winter and the copyright was 1880. This poem has become my favourite. Emily
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