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The face of all the world is
changed, I think,
Since first I heard the
footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still,
beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful
outer brink
Of obvious death, where I,
who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and
taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The
cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am
fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness,
Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country,
heaven, are changed away
For where thou art or shalt
be, there or here;
And this . . . this lute and
song . . . loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know)
are only dear
Because thy name moves right
in what they say. |
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