1.
“Where I am, there shall also My servant be.”
Not in the dark meridian firmament
Would we discern our God; not in that cloud,
Nor in that Voice in dying heard aloud,
Which shook creation, and the strong rocks rent;
But in that pitying voice of One half-spent,
Beneath of coming death the silent shroud,
Which prayer of the meek penitent allowed;
And still small answer of the Omnipotent,
Which spoke of endless morn ere day was run,
In Paradise, lit by the eternal Sun.
Oh, that before I die that gentle word
Might come unto my spirit, breathing rest;
Then worlds might part asunder, in my breast
Nothing but that small Voice shall more be heard!
