Realisation

Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;     Or so the unperceiving thought,     Who looked no deeper than her face,     Devoid of chiselled lines of grace -     No farther than her humble grate,     And wondered how she bore her fate.     Yet she was neither lone nor sad;     So much of love her spirit had,     She found an ever-flowing spring     Of happiness in everything.     So near to her was Nature's heart     It seemed a very living part     Of her own self; and bud and blade,     And heat and cold, and sun and shade,     And dawn and sunset, Spring and Fall,     Held raptures for her, one and all.     The year's four changing seasons brought     To her own door what thousands sought     In wandering ways and did not find -     Diversion and content of mind.     She loved the tasks that filled each day -     Such menial duties; but her way     Of looking at them lent a grace     To things the world deemed commonplace.     Obscure and without place or name,     She gloried in another's fame.     Poor, plain and humble in her dress,     She thrilled when beauty and success     And wealth passed by, on pleasure bent;     They made earth seem so opulent.     Yet none of quicker sympathy,     When need or sorrow came, than she,     And so she lived, and so she died.     She woke as from a dream.    How wide     And wonderful the avenue     That stretched to her astonished view!     And up the green ascending lawn     A palace caught the rays of dawn.     Then suddenly the silence stirred     With one clear keynote of a bird;     A thousand answered, till ere long     The air was quivering bits of song.     She rose and wandered forth in awe,     Amazed and moved by all she saw,     For, like so many souls who go     Away from earth, she did not know     The cord was severed.              Down the street,     With eager arms stretched forth to greet,     Came one she loved and mourned in youth;     Her mother followed; then the truth     Broke on her, golden wave on wave,     Of knowledge infinite.    The grave,     The body and the earthly sphere     Were gone!    Immortal life was here!     They led her through the Palace halls;     From gleaming mirrors on the walls     She saw herself, with radiant mien,     And robed in splendour like a queen,     While glory round about her shone.     'All this,' Love murmured, 'is your own.'     And when she gazed with wondering eye,     And questioned whence and where and why,     Love answered thus:    'All Heaven is made     By thoughts on earth; your walls were laid,     Year after year, of purest gold;     The beauty of your mind behold     In this fair palace; ay, and more     Waits farther on, so vast your store.     I was not worthy when I died     To take my place here at your side;     I toiled through long and weary years     From lower planes to these high spheres;     And through the love you sent from earth     I have attained a second birth.     Oft when my erring soul would tire     I felt the strength of your desire;     I heard you breathe my name in prayer,     And courage conquered weak despair.     Ah! earth needs heaven, but heaven indeed     Of earth has just as great a need.'     Across the terrace with a bound     There sped a lambkin and a hound     (Dumb comrades of the old earth land)     And fondled her caressing hand.     'YOU LOVED THEM INTO PARADISE'     Was answered to her questioning eyes;     'You taught them love; love has no end!     Nor does love's life on form depend.     If there be mortal without love,     He wakes to no new life above.     If love in humbler things exist,     It must through other realms persist     Until all love rays merge in HIM.     Hark!    Hear the heavenly Cherubim!'     Then hushed and awed, with joy so vast     It knew no future and no past,     She stood amidst the radiant throng     That came to swell love's welcoming song -     This humble soul from earth's far coast     The centre of the heavenly host.     On earth they see her grave and say:     'She lies there till the judgment day;'     Nor dream, so limited their thought,     What miracles by love are wrought.