OVER the waves that were seething in glory.
Past the horizon of landscape and lea.
Round the steep mountain heights steadfast and hoary,
Down through the depths of the fathomless sea.
Up to a firmament shining in light.
My spirit was wafted in dreams of the night:
Through mazes of darkness and marvels of light
I wandered and wavered in dreams of the night.
Though soaring in regions of infinite space,
I knew that my anchor still held to the earth,
And on features seraphic methought I could trace
Some likeness to those which had smiled on my birth;
While she, who for years was my comfort and pride,
On the wing of an angel still flew at my side:
Together we breasted life’s changeable tide.
And still as an angel she flew at my side.
We gazed on the spot where, in bitterness weeping,
One gem from our circlet was mournfully stored,
And lo, o’er our treasure a cherub was keeping
His guard with the watchword of “Safe with the Lord,”
And we were aware of a promise that told
How the Shepherd was bringing His flock to the fold,
Yes, the Shepherd was there, in His arms to enfold
The lambs as He guided His flock to the fold.
Anon, by a whirlwind of sorrow o’ertaken,
All helpless I seemed in the billows to roll:
My spirit. methought, by the tempest was shaken,
And all the deep waters went over my soul,
Till, on rainbow of glory, there fell from the sky
The whisper of “Be not afraid, it is I”;
“Lord, save us, we perish,” and swift to the cry
Came the whisper of “Be not afraid, it is I.”
Then, over the rocky heights, misty and grey,
The Song of the Future saluted mine ear.
The prophets, transfigured, appeared on the way,
And I said in my heart. “It is good to be here,”
For the sounds that we hear, and the sights we beheld
Are the same that inspired the sages of old;
And the voices of Nature, in language untold,
Still echo the words of the teachers of old.
The waters of Galilee mingled with those
That ripple all night in our beautiful bay,
And an Anthem of Hope on the breezes arose
To blend with the voices of children at play;
While a whisper of love to my spirit expressed
That such were the infants the Master had blessed,
And ever more deeply the thought was impressed
That those very children the Master had blessed.
(Emily Mary Barton)
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