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Above And Below Post by :rcgroup Category :Poems Author :James Russell Lowell Date :November 2010 Read :1404

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Above And Below


O dwellers in the valley-land,
Who in deep twilight grope and cower,
Till the slow mountain's dial-hand
Shorten to noon's triumphal hour,
While ye sit idle, do ye think
The Lord's great work sits idle too?
That light dare not o'erleap the brink
Of morn, because 'tis dark with you?

Though yet your valleys skulk in night,
In God's ripe fields the day is cried,
And reapers, with their sickles bright,
Troop, singing, down the mountain-side:
Come up, and feel what health there is
In the frank Dawn's delighted eyes,
As, bending with a pitying kiss,
The night-shed tears of Earth she dries!

The Lord wants reapers: oh, mount up,
Before night comes, and says, 'Too late!'
Stay not for taking scrip or cup,
The Master hungers while ye wait;
'Tis from these heights alone your eyes
The advancing spears of day can see,
That o'er the eastern hill-tops rise,
To break your long captivity.


Lone watcher on the mountain-height,
It is right precious to behold
The first long surf of climbing light
Flood all the thirsty east with gold;
But we, who in the shadow sit,
Know also when the day is nigh,
Seeing thy shining forehead lit
With his inspiring prophecy.

Thou hast thine office; we have ours;
God lacks not early service here,
But what are thine eleventh hours
He counts with us for morning cheer;
Our day, for Him, is long enough,
And when He giveth work to do,
The bruised reed is amply tough
To pierce the shield of error, through.

But not the less do thou aspire
Light's earlier messages to preach;
Keep back no syllable of fire,
Plunge deep the rowels of thy speech.
Yet God deems not thine aeried sight
More worthy than our twilight dim;
For meek Obedience, too, is Light,
And following that is finding Him.

(The end)
James Russell Lowell's poem: Above And Below

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The Captive The Captive

The Captive
It was past the hour of trysting, But she lingered for him still;Like a child, the eager streamlet Leaped and laughed adown the hill,Happy to be free at twilight From its toiling at the mill.Then the great moon on a sudden Ominous, and red as blood,Startling as a new creation, O'er the eastern hilltop stood,Casting deep and deeper shadows Through the mystery of the wood.Dread closed fast and vague about her, And her thoughts turned fearfullyTo her heart, if there some shelter From the silence there might be,Like bare cedars leaning inland From the blighting of the sea.Yet he came not,

Ambrose Ambrose

Never, surely, was holier manThan Ambrose, since the world began;With diet spare and raiment thinHe shielded himself from the father of sin;With bed of iron and scourgings oft,His heart to God's hand as wax made soft.Through earnest prayer and watchings longHe sought to know 'tween right and wrong,Much wrestling with the blessed WordTo make it yield the sense of the Lord, 10That he might build a storm-proof creedTo fold the flock in at their need.At last he builded a perfect faith,Fenced round about with _The Lord thus saith_;To himself he fitted the doorway's size,Meted the light to the need of his