WHERE ALL IS UNDERSTOOD.
Divinity of heavenly breath which we call life;
Which makes us sentient beings ’mid the strife
Of earthly years: Oh! make us wise and good,
E’en tho’ misunderstood; misunderstood.
Divinity of fate; at thy cold, stern decree,
Potent in power, cradled in mystery,
Dauntless in courage, and with spirit set,
We will not fret; we will not fret.
Divinity of faith; there is one creed,
To suffer and be strong; ’tis all we need,
Then strengthen us to cling to thee, though should
We be misunderstood; misunderstood.
Divinity of love; oh! may we ever be
All that thou art in angel purity,
And make our lives—forgive the unbidden tear—
The endless song which only thou canst hear.
Divinity of death; though cold, thou press
The heavy eyelids with thy damp caress,
Thy pinions bear us to the golden flood
Of perfect life, where all is understood.
REMEMBER.
Remember when the velvet robe of night
Falls softly, or when Luna’s mystic light
Earth veils in dim, delusive beauty cold,
And all her myriad secrets doth unfold.
Remember when in rosy dawn or dewy eve
Some vagrant thought a tender trace may leave
Upon thy chastened spirit of a golden hour
Which cast its spell with all its magic power.