Then stepp'd the old man down upon the sand, And down it fell in spangles on the shore, A marvellous dust of silver and of gold, Nor ceased until the mariners twice o'er The grey-beard's freight had told. Blind souls of men refusing their true bliss, So to the bark once more the pilgrim pass'd. The pilgrim might be found. While the ship raced upon an even keel Only sweet virtues grew beneath his eye Both Charity and Hope, which are Heaven's sole Prime roses, and Humility, the shy Meek violet of the soul. Only at vesper-tide, from time to time, Invisible angels, from the starlit stair, Touch'd all their spirits to a more sublime And an intenser prayer. Only by night, what time they cross'd the pale At last a storm rush'd down upon the flood, Soon rose surmise who might the pilgrim be, Whereat the old man rose, and, "Through the storm Give me your ship," he said, and straight did take Mysterious likeness to the wondrous Form On Galilee's wild lake. "Sleep sweetly while the ocean works and stirs, So look'd He upward with his calm bright eye, The ship was at the land. But as the ship with all sail set was steer'd But calm He stood, as when He wears His crown And those who knew the Cross so far away, Toward which they pray'd above the harbour stair, Said that its perfected reflection lay Upon the Pilgrim there. So the shore redden'd with the holy dawn, And the bells chimed from all the churches round, And, "Rise from your sweet sleep," the hymn outrang. VENICE, 1872. [This legend is given in a small collection which I read in the Armenian Convent.] REPENTANCE AND FAITH. THERE was a ship, one eve autumnal, onward Steer'd by some strong hand ever as if sunward; Before there stretch'd a sea that grew intenser Up to a hill mist-gloried, like a censer It seem'd as if two seas were brink to brink, There was a soul that eve autumnal sailing Toward the land of sunsets never paling, Behind there was a wake of billows tossing, Before, a glory lay. O happy soul! with all sail set just crossing Into the Far away, The gloom and gleam, the calmness and the strife, Were death behind thee, and before thee life. And as that ship went up the waters stately, I saw two sails, whereof the one was greatly But oh, the next's pure whiteness who shall utter? Or when a sunbeam falleth through the shutter But both alike across the surging sea Help'd to the haven where the bark would be. And as that soul went onward, sweetly speeding Repentance made it sorrowful exceeding, Repentance dark with shadowy recollections, And longings unsufficed, Faith white and pure with sunniest affections But both across the sun-besilver'd tide Help'd to the heaven where the heart would ride. |