GOD'S SILENCE.
GOD'S Silence! Holiest speech that is
Is but a dew-fall out of this;
And human Love's own tongues of bliss
But broken language caught from His.
Is but a dew-fall out of this;
And human Love's own tongues of bliss
But broken language caught from His.
Why should we question, though our cry—
"Lord, hear me—answer, or I die!"—
Seems echoed from an empty sky?
He hears—He answers, utterly.
"Lord, hear me—answer, or I die!"—
Seems echoed from an empty sky?
He hears—He answers, utterly.
"Lord, answer!" And with shuddering breath,
As those already doomed to death,
We wait for Him who rescueth
The very bird that perisheth.
As those already doomed to death,
We wait for Him who rescueth
The very bird that perisheth.
O sword of doubt, two-edged with pain,
That cuts the quivering heart in twain!
As if His Love could ever wane!
As if our cry could be in vain!
That cuts the quivering heart in twain!
As if His Love could ever wane!
As if our cry could be in vain!
His Silence! once, indeed, it broke
With Love's great stress, when He did take
A mortal guise for Loves sweet sake,
And spake as never mortal spake.
With Love's great stress, when He did take
A mortal guise for Loves sweet sake,
And spake as never mortal spake.
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