WEAVERS ALL Warp and Woof and Tangle,— Living and dying—and mightier dead, White, and Black, and Hodden-gray,- To every weaver one golden strand And that we weave, we know not,- The threads we see, but the pattern is known To the Master-Weaver alone, alone;Weavers of Webs are we. THE CLEARER VISION When, with bowed head, Is risen to the glory of the Lord." SHADOWS Shadows are but for the moment Quickly past; And then the sun the brighter shines That it was overcast. For Light is Life! Gracious and sweet, The fair life-giving sun doth scatter blessings With his light and heat, And shadows. But the shadows that come of the life-giving sun Crouch at his feet. No mortal life but has its shadowed timesNot one! Life without shadow could not taste the full Sweet glory of the sun. No shadow falls, but there, behind it, stands The Light. Behind the wrongs and sorrows of life's troublous ways Stands RIGHT. Christ passes On His ceaseless quest, Nor will He rest With any, Save as Chiefest Guest. LIFE'S CHEQUER-BOARD "Tis all a Chequer-Board of Nights and Days, Omar Khayyam. A Chequer-Board of mingled Light and Shade? And We the Pieces on it deftly laid? Moved and removed, without a word to say, By the Same Hand that Board and Pieces made? No Pieces we in any Fateful Game, Nor free to shift on Destiny the blame; Each Soul doth tend its own immortal flame, Fans it to Heaven, or smothers it in shame. CROSS-ROADS Oft, as he jogs along the Winding-Way, chooses them, So shall his journey end in Night or Day. |