Above the bending river
The midday sun is gone,
But the glow of thy tomb dispels the gloom
Where doubting shadows yawn.
And the glow of thy tomb shall break the gloom
Through the march of the marching years,
Where, builded and bound from the dome to the ground
It was wrought of a monarch’s tears.
The silver Jumna broadens
Like a moonlit summer sea,
But bank and bower and town and tower
Have bidden farewell to me:
And only the tall white minarets,
And the matchless dome shine through—
The silver Jumna broadens and—
It bears me—love—to you.
THE OMNIPOTENT
The Lord looked down on the nether Earth
He had made so fair and green,
Fertile valleys and snow-capped hills
And the oceans that lie between.
The Lord looked down on Man and Maid,
Through the birth of the crystal air:
And the Lord leaned back in His well-earned rest—
And He knew that the sight was fair.
The eons crept and the eons swept
And His children multiplied,
And ever they lived in simple faith,
And in simple faith they died.
They blessed the earth that gave them birth—
They wept to the midnight star—
And they stood in awe where the tides off-shore
Rose leaping across the bar.