"Come home, come home, and where is home for me, Beyond the clouds, beyond the waves that roar, Where fields as green, and hands and hearts as true, And offer exiles driven far o'er the salt sea foam But toil and pain must wear out many a day, With accents whispered in his wayworn ear, A voice he dares to listen to, say, Come To thy true home. Come home, come home! And where a home hath he Through clouds that mutter, and o'er waves that roar, AS QUA CURSUM VENTUS. S ships, becalmed at eve, that lay When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, E'en so-but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, At dead of night their sails were filled, Or wist, what first with dawn appeared! To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, But O blithe breeze! and O great seas, One port, methought, alike they sought, O bounding breeze, O rushing seas! 'WHAT WENT YE OUT FOR TO SEE?' ACROSS the sea, along the shore, In numbers ever more and more, From lonely hut and busy town, Ye silly folk of Galilee? The reed that in the wind doth shake? The weed that washes in the lake? The reeds that waver, the weeds that float ?— 'A young man preaching in a boat.' What was it ye went out to hear, By sea and land, from far and near? A teacher? Rather seek the feet Of those who sit in Moses' seat, Go humbly seek, and bow to them, From them that in her courts ye saw, A prophet! Boys and women weak! Whence is it he hath learned to speak? He teacheth with authority, And not as do the Scribes. WHERE ARE THE GREAT, WHOM THOU WOULDST WISH WHERE are the great, whom thou wouldst wish to praise thee? Where are the pure, whom thou wouldst choose to love thee? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands would cheer, whose chiding raise thee? Seek, seeker, in thyself; submit to find In the stones, bread, and life in the blank mind. |