(Out with great mirth that do desire Hazard of trackless ways, In with content to wait their watch And some return by failing light, For she hears the heels of the dripping ghosts Home, they come home from all the ports, The living and the dead; The good wife's sons come home again. HYMN BEFORE ACTION. THE earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath; The Nations in their harness Go up against our path! Lord God of Battles, aid! High lust and froward bearing, Deaf ear and soul uncaring, We seek Thy mercy now: The sinner that forswore Thee, The fool that passed Thee by, Our times are known before TheeLord, grant us strength to die! For those who kneel beside us At altars not Thine own, Who lack the lights that guide us, Lord, let their faith atone; If wrong we did to call them, By honour bound they came; Let not Thy wrath befall them, But deal to us the blame. From panic, pride, and terror, Cloak Thou our undeserving, In silence and unswerving To taste thy lesser death! Ah, Mary pierced with sorrow, The soul that comes to-morrow True comrade and true foeman, Madonna, intercede! E'en now their vanguard gathers, E'en now we face the frayAs Thou didst help our fathers, Help Thou our host to-day! Fulfilled of signs and wonders, In life, in death made clearJehovah of the Thunders, Lord God of Battles, hear! TO THE TRUE ROMANCE. (From Many Inventions.) Thy face is far from this our war, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, Through wantonness if men profess And perish with their arts; But we that love, but we that prove While we adore discover more Since spoken word Man's Spirit stirred Beyond his belly-need, What is is Thine of fair design In thought and craft and deed; |