LOUD is the Vale! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, A mighty unison of streams! Of all her Voices, One! Loud is the Vale; -- this inland Depth In peace is roaring like the Sea Yon star upon the mountain-top Is listening quietly. Sad was I, even to pain deprest, Importunate and heavy load! The Comforter hath found me here, Upon this lonely road; And many thousands now are sad -- Wait the fulfilment of their fear; For he must die who is their stay, Their glory disappear. A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss; But when the great and good depart What is it more than this -- That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return? -- Such ebb and flow must ever be, Then wherefore should we mourn? |