Part 2

It was God who walked ahead, Like a shepherd to the fold; In his footsteps fared the weak, And the weary and the old,

Glad enough of gladness over, Ready for the peace to be,-- But a thing God had forgotten Was the growing bones of me.

And I drew a bit apart, And I lagged a bit behind, And I thought on Peace Eternal, Lest He look into my mind:

And I gazed upon the sky, And I thought of Heavenly Rest,-- And I slipped away like water Through the fingers of the blest!

All their eyes were fixed on Glory, Not a glance brushed over me; "Alleluia! Alleluia!" Up the road,--and I was free.

And my heart rose like a freshet, And it swept me on before, Giddy as a whirling stick, Till I felt the earth once more.

All the earth was charred and black, Fire had swept from pole to pole; And the bottom of the sea Was as brittle as a bowl;

And the timbered mountain-top Was as naked as a skull,-- Nothing left, nothing left, Of the Earth so beautiful!

"Earth," I said, "how can I leave you?" "You are all I have," I said; "What is left to take my mind up, Living always, and you dead?"

"Speak!" I said, "Oh, tell me something! Make a sign that I can see! For a keepsake! To keep always! Quick!--before God misses me!"

And I listened for a voice;-- But my heart was all I heard; Not a screech-owl, not a loon, Not a tree-toad said a word.

And I waited for a sign;-- Coals and cinders, nothing more; And a little cloud of smoke Floating on a valley floor.

And I peered into the smoke Till it rotted, like a fog:-- There, encompassed round by fire, Stood a blue-flag in a bog!

Little flames came wading out, Straining, straining towards its stem, But it was so blue and tall That it scorned to think of them!

Red and thirsty were their tongues, As the tongues of wolves must be, But it was so blue and tall-- Oh, I laughed, I cried, to see!

All my heart became a tear, All my soul became a tower, Never loved I anything As I loved that tall blue flower!

It was all the little boats That had ever sailed the sea, It was all the little books That had gone to school with me;

On its roots like iron claws Rearing up so blue and tall,-- It was all the gallant Earth With its back against a wall!

In a breath, ere I had breathed,-- Oh, I laughed, I cried, to see!-- I was kneeling at its side, And it leaned its head on me!

Crumbling stones and sliding sand Is the road to Heaven now; Icy at my straining knees Drags the awful under-tow;

Soon but stepping-stones of dust Will the road to Heaven be,-- Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Reach a hand and rescue me!

"There--there, my blue-flag flower; Hush--hush--go to sleep; That is only God you hear, Counting up His folded sheep!

Lullabye--lullabye-- That is only God that calls, Missing me, seeking me, Ere the road to nothing falls!

He will set His mighty feet Firmly on the sliding sand; Like a little frightened bird I will creep into His hand;

I will tell Him all my grief, I will tell Him all my sin; He will give me half His robe For a cloak to wrap you in.

Lullabye--lullabye--" Rocks the burnt-out planet free!-- Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Reach a hand and rescue me!

Ah, the voice of love at last! Lo, at last the face of light! And the whole of His white robe For a cloak against the night!

And upon my heart asleep All the things I ever knew!-- "Holds Heaven not some cranny, Lord, For a flower so tall and blue?"