"Whence came the prentice carpenter whose voice
Hath shaken kingdoms down, whose menial gibbet
Rises triumphant o'er the wreck of Empires
And stretches out its arms amongst the Stars?"
Collected Poems by Alfred Noyes.
Then in "The Old Skeptic" we hear these of the Christ in the concluding lines:
"I will go back to my home and look at the wayside flowers,
And hear from the wayside cabin the kind old hymns again,
Where Christ holds out His arms in the quiet evening hours,
And the light of the chapel porches broods on the peaceful lane.
"And there I shall hear men praying the deep old foolish prayers,
And there I shall see once more, the fond old faith confessed,
And the strange old light on their faces who hear as a blind
man hears—
'Come unto me, ye weary, and I will give you rest.'
"I will go back and believe in the deep old foolish tales,
And pray the simple prayers that I learned at my mother's knee,
Where the Sabbath tolls its peace, through the breathless
mountain-vales,
And the sunset's evening hymn hallows the listening sea."
Collected Poems by Alfred Noyes.
GODHOOD AT LAST AND SURELY
He finds God. There is no uncertainty about it. From childhood to Godhood has the poet come, and we have come with him. It has been a triumphant journey upward. But we have not been afraid. Even the blinding light of God's face has not made us tremble. We have learned to know him through this climb upward and upward to his throne.
At first it was uncertain. The poet had to challenge us to one great end in "The Paradox":