SHORTENED LIVES To us it seemed his life was too soon done, Just so we thought of Him, whose life below He chose the lowly way of suffering. Remember, too, how short His life on earth,— But three-and-thirty years 'twixt death and birth. And of those years but three whereof we know, Yet those three years immortal seed did sow. It is not tale of years that tells the whole LAGGARD SPRING Winter hung about the ways, Very loth to go. Little Spring could not get past him, Try she never so. This side, that side, everywhere, Winter held the track. Little Spring sat down and whimpered, Winter humped his back. Summer called her,-"Come, dear, come! Why do you delay?" "Come and help me, Sister Summer, Winter blocks my way." Little Spring tried everything, Sighs and moans and tears, Winter howled with mocking laughter, Covered her with jeers. LAGGARD SPRING (continued) Winter, rough old surly beggar, Practised every vice, Pelted her with hail and snow storms, But, by chance at last they caught him Tied his hands and feet, and dancing, LONELY BROTHER Art thou lonely, O my brother? Shall less lonely be. And of thy one loneliness Shall come two's great happiness. COMFORT YE! "Comfort ye, my people!" Roughly my plough did plough you, For-you were falling, falling, Falling from your high calling; And this, My test of you, Has been for your souls' redemption From the little things of earth, What seemed to you death's agony Was but a greater birth. |