XXIII. REMEMBERED GRACE.

Since succour to the feeblest of the wise

Is charge of nobler weight

Than the security

Of many and many a foolish soul's estate,

This I affirm,

Though fools will fools more confidently be:

Whom God does once with heart to heart befriend,

He does so till the end:

And having planted life's miraculous germ,

One sweet pulsation of responsive love,

He sets him sheer above,

Not sin and bitter shame

And wreck of fame,

But Hell's insidious and more black attempt,

The envy, malice, and pride,

Which men who share so easily condone

That few ev'n list such ills as these to hide.

From these unalterably exempt,

Through the remember'd grace

Of that divine embrace,

Of his sad errors none,

Though gross to blame,

Shall cast him lower than the cleansing flame,

Nor make him quite depart

From the small flock named‘ after God's own heart,’

And to themselves unknown.

Nor can he quail

In faith, nor flush nor pale

When all the other idiot people spell

How this or that new Prophet's word belies

Their last high oracle;

But constantly his soul

Points to its pole

Ev'n as the needle points, and knows not why;

And, under the ever-changing clouds of doubt,

When others cry,

‘ The stars, if stars there were,

Are quench'd and out!’

To him, uplooking t'ward the hills for aid,

Appear, at need display'd,

Gaps in the low-hung gloom, and, bright in air,

Orion or the Bear.