How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped,
Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;`Good speed
' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;' Speed
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
I galloped,
Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;`Good speed
' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;' Speed
OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
You took little children away from the sun and the dew,
And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,
And the reckless rain; you put them between
All blest are they whose heart with pity grows
Who left Vaikuntha
their home,to serve mankind;
Who slight their person's needs ( it is not myth)Whose hearts are broad ;
They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod;
They who work without complaining, do the holy will of God;
Nevermore thou needest seek me;
I am with thee everywhere;
They could not tell me who should be my lord,
But I could read from every word they said The common thought:
Perhaps that lord was dead,
And only a story now and a wandering word
All day they loitered by the resting ships,
Telling their beauties over, taking stock;
At night the verdict left my messmate's lips, "The Wanderer is the finest ship in dock
" I had not seen her, but a friend, since drowned,