He saw his weaker brother reel,

Pierced by Drink's poisoned dart,

And wrought and wrote with fervent zeal

To stay the Tempter's art.

He heard the clash of sword and gun

In deadly battle-strife;

And pleaded till his day was done

For Love's sweet rule in life.

He rests in peace. Who now shall wear

The mantle he let fall?

Who teach as he the Father-love,

The brotherhood of all?

 VISIONS

I saw when Israel toiled and groaned beneath the Pharoah's rod,

And in his hopeless bondage moaned his helpless prayer to God.

I saw when from the river's brink the infant leader rose,

[Pg 33]

Who, reared in Egypt's royal court, still felt his brothers' woes.

I heard him at the burning bush his swift excuses bring:

"Who, who am I, that I should stand before the Egyptian king?

 Prev. P 36/93 next