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Collected Poems: With Autobiographical and Critical Fragments

By Frederic W. H. Myers: Edited by his Wife Eveleen Myers

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[In that still home, while Tyne went murmuring by]
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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[In that still home, while Tyne went murmuring by]

In that still home, while Tyne went murmuring by
The old man's days were confident and calm,
Like organ-notes that close melodiously
The marches of a psalm.
Yet to the end it pleased him to dispense
The gathered harvest of a long increase,
From his wise words, benign intelligence,
And from his presence, peace.
And sometimes on his brow would seem to be
The hint and dawn of an immortal grace,
And some impalpable expectancy
Would settle in his face:
So standeth one by night whose purgèd ears
Hark for a secret which the stars shall tell,
So hears the wondering child, or scarcely hears,
The sighing of the shell.

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O show us the arousal and uprise
Which crowns and pays the waiting of the past!
O Father, tell us if those wistful eyes
Are satisfied at last!
“They on the Lord that wait,” He answereth,
“As mounting eagles shall their strength renew,
How safe the souls whom God encompasseth!
Their wants are very few.”