RABBI BEN EZRA XVII So, still within this life, Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last, 'This rage was right i' the main, That acquiescence vain : The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.' XVIII For more is not reserved To man, with soul just nerved Here, work enough to watch The Master work, and catch Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play. XIX As it was better, youth Should strive, through acts uncouth, Toward making, than repose on aught found made : So, better, age, exempt From strife, should know, than tempt Further. Thou waited'st age: wait death nor be afraid! XX Enough now, if the Right And Good and Infinite RABBI BEN EZRA Be named here, as thou call'st thy hand thine own, With knowledge absolute, Subject to no dispute From fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone. XXI Be there, for once and all, Where they, my soul disdain'd, Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last! XXII Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me we all surmise, They this thing, and I that: whom shall believe? XXIII my soul Not on the vulgar mass Called work,' must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice: RABBI BEN EZRA XXIV But all, the world's coarse thumb So pass'd in making up the main account; All purposes unsure, That weigh'd not as his work, yet swell'd the man's amount: XXV Thoughts hardly to be pack'd Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. XXVI Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor! and feel Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay,— When the wine makes its round, Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day!' XXVII Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; RABBI BEN EZRA Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure. XXVIII He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance, This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest: To give thy soul its bent, Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed. XXIX What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves Around thy base, no longer pause and press? Scull-things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress? XXX Look not thou down but up! To uses of a cup, The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal, The Master's lips a-glow! Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what need'st thou with earth's wheel? PEACE XXXI But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men ; And since, not even while the whirl was worst, With shapes and colours rife, Bound dizzily,-mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst: XXXII So, take and use Thy work: What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! Perfect the cup as plann'd! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same! ROBERT BROWNING Peace MY soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars: Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend, |