Six vases of crystal then he took, And set them along the edge of the brook. "As into these vessels the water I pour, There shall one hold less, another more, O thou, who wouldst unity make through strife, When Ambrose looked up, he stood alone, The youth and the stream and the vases were gone; He had talked with an angel, face to face, As he fell on his knees beneath the tree. ABOVE AND BELOW. O DWELLERS in the valley-land, Till the slow mountain's dial-hand Shortens 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 't is 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, The night-shed tears of Earth she dries! The Lord wants reapers: O, mount up, Before night comes and says, Stay not for taking scrip or cup, "Too late!" The Master hungers while ye wait: "T is from these heights alone your eyes The advancing spears of day can see, Which o'er the eastern hill-tops rise, To break your long captivity. II. Lone watcher on the mountain-height! The first long surf of climbing light Flood all the thirsty east with gold; But we, who in the shadow sit, 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 aëried sight More worthy than our twilight dim, For meek Obedience, too, is Light, And following that is finding Him. THE CAPTIVE. It was past the hour of trysting, 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, Startling as a new creation, O'er the eastern hill-top stood, |