I.

        FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land

        Unvisited over the sea,

        ell me and

        ithe hand

        o be looked at by me, --

        II.

        o ponder and say

        a father    do,

        it fello away

        Out of reache clay

        s press han you.

        III.

        S, or run

        Into ears for relief ?

        O one, --

        Yet my arm s round my otle son,

        And Love kno of Grief.

        IV.

        And I feel    must be and is,

        hen God draws a new angel so

        to his,

        ith a murmur of musiiss,

        And a rapture of light, you fo.

        V.

        aring on at the door,

        he face of yel flashed in,

        t its brightness, familiar before,

        Burns off from you ever the more

        For the dark of your sorrow and sin.

        VI.

        `God lent akes him, you sigh ;

        -- Nay, t me break h your pain :

        God s generous in giving, say I, --

        And thing which he gives, I deny

        t ake back again.

        VII.

        he gives. I appeal

        to all whe hour

        he body we feel

        Rent round us, -- s reveal

        t in power,

        VIII.

        And the babe cries ! -- has each of us known

        By apocalypse (God being there

        Full in nature) the child is our own,

        Life of life, love of love, moan of moan,

        times, everywhere.

        IX.

        he s ours and for ever. Believe,

        O father, look back

        to t loves assurao give

        Means    to tempt or deceive

        it in Benjamins sack.

        X.

        ent !

        hing given, -- be sure !

        God lend ?

        In emple, indignant

        And sced ahose impure.

        XI.

        ; but gives to the end,

        As o t seem

        t , prehend

        tis to add to it rather, -- amend,

        And finis up to your dream, --

        XII.

        Or keep, -- as a motoys

        too costly, though given by herself,

        till tiller from noise,

        And t for such joys,

        Kept over the shelf.

        XIII.

        So look up, friends ! you, who indeed

        piece

        Of trive for, must need

        Be more earhers are,--speed

        er, persist whey cease.

        XIV.

        You know here.

        t. tis easy for you

        to be drawn by a single gold hair

        Of t curl, from eartorm and despair,

        to the safe place above us. Adieu.
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