POETRY: Second Sunday After Easter by John Keble

Second Sunday After Easter John Keble

He hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the knowledge of the Most High; which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling into a trance, but having his eyes open: I shall see him, but not now: I shall behold him, but not nigh: there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Scepter shall arise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth.  (Numbers 24:16-17)

O for a sculptor’s hand,
That thou might’st take thy stand,
Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze,
Thy tranc’d yet open gaze
Fix’d on the desert haze,
As one who deep in Heaven some airy pageant sees.
In outline dim and vast
Their fearful shadows cast
The giant forms of empires on their way
To ruin: one by one
They tower and they are gone,
Yet in the Prophet’s soul the dreams of avarice stay.

No sun or star so bright
In all the world of light
That they should draw to Heaven his downward eye,
He hears th’ Almighty’s word,
He sees the angel’s sword,
Yet low upon the Earth his heart and treasure lie.

Lo from you argent field,
To him and us reveal’d
One gentle star glides down, on Earth to dwell.
Chain’d as they are below
Our eyes may see it glow,
And as it mounts again, may track its brightness well.

To him it glar’d afar,
A token of wild war,
The banner of his Lord’s victorious wrath:
But close to us it gleams,
Its soothing luster streams
Around our home’s green walls, and on our church-way path.

We in the tents abide
Which he at distance eyed
Like goodly cedars by the waters spread,
While seven red altar-fires
Rose up in wavy spires,
Where on the mount he watch’d his sorceries dark and dread.

He watch’d till morning’s ray
On lake and meadow lay,
And willow-shaded streams, that silent sweep
Around the banner’d lines,
Where by their several signs
The desert-wearied tribes in sight of Canaan sleep.

He watch’d till knowledge came
Upon his soul like flame,
Not of those magic fires at random caught:
But true prophetic light
Flash’d o’er him, high and bright,
Flash’d once, and died away, and left his darken’d thought.

And can he choose but fear,
Who feels his God so near,
That when he fain would curse, his powerless tongue
In blessing only moves?—
Alas! the world he loves
Too close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung.

Scepter and Star divine,
Who in thine inmost shrine
Hast made us worshipers, O claim thine own;
More than thy seers we know—
O teach our love to grow
Up to thy Heavenly light, and reap what Thou hast sown.

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