A REVERIE.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 161, 17 July 1886, Page 1

A REVERIE.

.Among the quiet hills I stood, and watched The golden edge of a long summer's daySlip softly down the sky, as the great world Into the bosom of the restful night Rolled eastward, with its load of griefs and joys. And now the deep'ning darkness, floating upward. "With gentle kisses wakes the stars : and hark ! from o'er the misty sea a wand'ring wind Comes fainting to the hills, and in amoiiK Their dewy vales drops, whispering, asleep. Amid the silence and the solitude The soul lies poacc-enfokled - All hushed its fretfulness and soothed its pain ! Down in you glimmering city all the day, "While the glad summer winds were laughing free. "Men toiled and fumed amid the smoke and din ; IPor we must live and therefore we must fight, And growl, and snarl, to gain or keep a bone Some other hungry wretch is snapping at. And yet within us is a soul that cries, •'Unchain me, loose my strong, God-given wings, Audi will raise thee unto higher things— Nearer to God. where thn rich air doth tremble "With His almighty, spirit-giving breath ; ■Where all the clouds are golden in the light Of the pure glory of His face : nud all The winds and seas are full of the deep music Of His all-present voice : O. let me broathe And stretch myself in that fine air, 'till thou, Created in the image of thy God. Shalt walk in H.s true like ess, idorifiod By the soul's light within— a God-like Man As God created him !" Thus speaks the breath Of God within us, and far deeper things. The which we cannot utter though we hear, Because we hear not plainly ; but among. And through the small, shrill noises of the world Sometimes the full deep mu«ie surges up, Half choking us for want of utterance. Oh, Father infinite, didst thou create us, And yet we are so small * The li'tleness Of earthly things hath dwarfed us, 'till we ■tart, Beholding some poor sordid brother, asking — Gazing into bis bl»nk. hard eyes—" Can lie— With eyes U'%e board-blocked windows in a wall. Who values life because it lets him eat. And the fair sun because it warms his skinCan such dull earth enshrine a living boul? Apoet calls men broken lights of God, — What lij?ht is in this lump of moving: clay ? And I, its brother,— am I aught but flesh?" And yet 1 know I am far nioi c than this. In the deop thrill, tt.at almost !•? ti pain, I feel it. a\ hen my 10-\ ed one touches me. And when J look into her deer dark ejes — [Large, luminous with lo\ $ Hiei'jnle, Her soul looks forth at mo as thio' i» a c.l Of thinnest gran/e.-a Hoa\ en-sent messenger— A mystic witness of a Lite Eternal ! G EKALD L. PEACOCKE. Auckland.