The light of setting suns be on thee, child! Nay, nay, my child, the light of rising suns Is on thee! Joy is with thee--God is Joy; Peace to himself, and unto us deep joy; Joy to himself, in the reflex of our joy. Love be with thee! yea God, for he is Love. Thou wilt need love, even God's, to give thee joy.
Children, they say, are born into a world Where grief is their first portion: thou, I think, Never hadst much of grief--thy second birth Into the spirit-world has taught thee grief, If, orphaned now, thou know'st thy mother's story, And know'st thy father's hardness. O my God, Let not my Lily turn away from me.
Now I am free to follow and find her. Thy truer Father took thee home to him, That he might grant my prayer, and save my wife. I thank him for his gift of thee; for all That thou hast taught me, blessed little child. I love thee, dear, with an eternal love. And now farewell!
|--no, not farewell; I come.|
Years hold not back, they lead me on to thee. Yes, they will also lead me on to her.
Enter a Jew.
What is your pleasure with me? Here I am, sir.
Walk into the next room; then look at this, And tell me what you'll give for everything.
My darling's death has made me almost happy. Now, now I follow, follow. I'm young again. When I have laid my little one to rest Among the flowers in that same sunny spot, Straight from her grave I'll take my pilgrim-way; And, calling up all old forgotten skill, Lapsed social claims, and knowledge of mankind, I'll be a man once more in the loud world. Revived experience in its winding ways, Senses and wits made sharp by sleepless love, If all the world were sworn to secrecy, Will guide me to her, sure as questing Death. I'll follow my wife, follow until I die. How shall I face the Shepherd of the sheep, Without the one ewe-lamb he gave to me? How find her in great Hades, if not here In this poor little round O of a world? I'll follow my wife, follow until I find.
Well, how much? Name your sum. Be liberal.
Let me see this room, too. The things are all Old-fashioned and ill-kept. They're worth but little.
Say what you will--only make haste and go.
Say twenty pounds?
Well, fetch the money at once,
And take possession. But make haste, I pray.