Tauler

Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day,     Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine,     Pondering the solemn Miracle of Life;     As one who, wandering in a starless night,     Feels momently the jar of unseen waves,     And hears the thunder of an unknown sea,     Breaking along an unimagined shore.     And as he walked he prayed. Even the same     Old prayer with which, for half a score of years,     Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart     Had groaned: "Have pity upon me, Lord!     Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blind.     Send me a man who can direct my steps!"     Then, as he mused, he heard along his path     A sound as of an old man's staff among     The dry, dead linden-leaves; and, looking up,     He saw a stranger, weak, and poor, and old.     "Peace be unto thee, father!" Tauler said,     "God give thee a good day!" The old man raised     Slowly his calm blue eyes. "I thank thee, son;     But all my days are good, and none are ill."     Wondering thereat, the preacher spake again,     "God give thee happy life." The old man smiled,     "I never am unhappy."     Tauler laid     His hand upon the stranger's coarse gray sleeve     "Tell me, O father, what thy strange words mean.     Surely man's days are evil, and his life     Sad as the grave it leads to."    "Nay, my son,     Our times are in God's hands, and all our days     Are as our needs; for shadow as for sun,     For cold as heat, for want as wealth, alike     Our thanks are due, since that is best which is;     And that which is not, sharing not His life,     Is evil only as devoid of good.     And for the happiness of which I spake,     I find it in submission to his will,     And calm trust in the holy Trinity     Of Knowledge, Goodness, and Almighty Power."     Silently wondering, for a little space,     Stood the great preacher; then he spake as one     Who, suddenly grappling with a haunting thought     Which long has followed, whispering through the dark     Strange terrors, drags it, shrieking, into light     "What if God's will consign thee hence to Hell?"     "Then," said the stranger, cheerily, "be it so.     What Hell may be I know not; this I know,     I cannot lose the presence of the Lord.     One arm, Humility, takes hold upon     His dear Humanity; the other, Love,     Clasps his Divinity. So where I go     He goes; and better fire-walled Hell with Him     Than golden-gated Paradise without."     Tears sprang in Tauler's eyes. A sudden light,     Like the first ray which fell on chaos, clove     Apart the shadow wherein he had walked     Darkly at noon. And, as the strange old man     Went his slow way, until his silver hair     Set like the white moon where the hills of vine     Slope to the Rhine, he bowed his head and said     "My prayer is answered. God hath sent the man     Long sought, to teach me, by his simple trust,     Wisdom the weary schoolmen never knew."     So, entering with a changed and cheerful step     The city gates, he saw, far down the street,     A mighty shadow break the light of noon,     Which tracing backward till its airy lines     Hardened to stony plinths, he raised his eyes     O'er broad facade and lofty pediment,     O'er architrave and frieze and sainted niche,     Up the stone lace-work chiselled by the wise     Erwin of Steinbach, dizzily up to where     In the noon-brightness the great Minster's tower,     Jewelled with sunbeams on its mural crown,     Rose like a visible prayer. "Behold!" he said,     "The stranger's faith made plain before mine eyes.     As yonder tower outstretches to the earth     The dark triangle of its shade alone     When the clear day is shining on its top,     So, darkness in the pathway of Man's life     Is but the shadow of God's providence,     By the great Sun of Wisdom cast thereon;     And what is dark below is light in Heaven.