Lazarus, art thou the same that I saw
Begging for crumbs? Thou hast changed, thou hast changed!
Through what dominions of wonder and awe,
Beauty and joy, hast thou ranged, hast thou ranged?
Kingly and glorious, mantled with flame,
Lo! in thyself the Messias I see.
Lazarus, thou and the Christ art the same,
Thou art the Christ and the Master of me—
Thou art Messias! ... And this Paradise! ...
There is Pomona! ... There Mother who gave
Breast to her babe! ... From Gehenna I rise
Cleansed by a love that is mighty to save!
Light, and the sound of a song that is love!
Light, and the freedom of spirit to soar!
Light, and Messias enthroned above
High where the seraphim bow and adore!
SONNETS AND SONGS
FELLOW CRAFTSMEN
As in some workshop where the hammers ring
And bare-armed artizans toil, blow on blow,
To make each, crude, imperfect member grow
To the completed plan, rise thou, and fling
Aside all doubt and languor; strive to bring
The deed up to its best; in gladness go
Undaunted; have full confidence; and know
Thou and thy God can perfect everything!
Throughout the busy day He works with us
And knows that we are tired; He hears and feels
The grind of every cog, the plaint, the fuss,
The purr of pinions in the thousand wheels
That whir forever down the endless walls,
Where, as we toil, His light perpetual falls.