A Hidden Life and Other Poems

Produced by Tim Rowe, Ginny Brewer and PG Distributed Proofreaders
And Other Poems
Author of
Within and Without, a Dramatic Poem; David Elginbrod; Phantasies; etc.
Ma poi ch' i' fui appiè d' un colle giunto, Là ove terminava quella valle, Che m' avea di paura il cuor compunto; Guarda' in alto, e vidi le sue spalle Vestite già de' raggi del pianeta, Che mena dritto altrui per ogni calle.
DELL' INFERNO, Cant. I.
1864.
To My Father.
Take of the first fruits, Father, of thy care, Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude Late waked for early gifts ill understood; Claiming in all my harvests rightful share, Whether with song that mounts the joyful air I praise my God; or, in yet deeper mood, Sit dumb because I know a speechless good, Needing no voice, but all the soul for prayer. Thou hast been faithful to my highest need; And I, thy debtor, ever, evermore, Shall never feel the grateful burden sore. Yet most I thank thee, not for any deed, But for the sense thy living self did breed That fatherhood is at the great world's core.
All childhood, reverence clothed thee, undefined, As for some being of another race; Ah! not with it departing—grown apace As years have brought me manhood's loftier mind Able to see thy human life behind— The same hid heart, the same revealing face— My own dim contest settling into grace Of sorrow, strife, and victory combined. So I beheld my God, in childhood's morn, A mist, a darkness, great, and far apart, Moveless and dim—I scarce could say Thou art : My manhood came, of joy and sadness born— Full soon the misty dark, asunder torn, Revealed man's glory, God's great human heart.
G.M.D. Jr.
Algiers, April, 1857.