No More Learning

'Watchman, what of the night? ' But still
His answer sounds the same:
'No daybreak tops the utmost hill,
Nor pale our lamps of flame. '

One to another hear them speak
The patient virgins wise:
'Surely He is not far to seek'--
'All night we watch and rise. ' 20
'The days are evil looking back,
The coming days are dim;
Yet count we not His promise slack,
But watch and wait for Him. '

One with another, soul with soul,
They kindle fire from fire:
'Friends watch us who have touched the goal. '
'They urge us, come up higher. '
'With them shall rest our waysore feet,
With them is built our home, 30
With Christ. '--'They sweet, but He most sweet,
Sweeter than honeycomb. '

There no more parting, no more pain,
The distant ones brought near,
The lost so long are found again,
Long lost but longer dear:
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Nor heart conceived that rest,
With them our good things long deferred,
With Jesus Christ our Best. 40

We weep because the night is long,
We laugh for day shall rise,
We sing a slow contented song
And knock at Paradise.
Weeping we hold Him fast, Who wept
For us, we hold Him fast;
And will not let Him go except
He bless us first or last.

Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;
We will not let Him go 50
Till daybreak smite our wearied sight
And summer smite the snow:
Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
Shall coo the livelong day;
Then He shall say, 'Arise, My love,
My fair one, come away. '




THE THREE ENEMIES


THE FLESH

'Sweet, thou art pale. '
'More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore His Father's wrath for me. '

'Sweet, thou art sad.
'
'Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God. '

'Sweet, thou art weary. '
'Not so Christ:
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist. '

'Sweet, thou art footsore. '
'If I bleed, 10
His feet have bled; yea in my need
His Heart once bled for mine indeed. '

THE WORLD

'Sweet, thou art young. '
'So He was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung. '

'Look, thou art fair. '
'He was more fair
Than men, Who deigned for me to wear
A visage marred beyond compare. '

'And thou hast riches. '
'Daily bread:
All else is His: Who, living, dead, 20
For me lacked where to lay His Head. '

'And life is sweet. '
'It was not so
To Him, Whose Cup did overflow
With mine unutterable woe. '

THE DEVIL

'Thou drinkest deep. '
'When Christ would sup
He drained the dregs from out my cup:
So how should I be lifted up? '

'Thou shalt win Glory.