THE GHOST-FLOWER, AND CHILD. 
889 
O God ! 0 God, the world is wrong ! — ■ 
It does not know when men are strong. 
When its Prophets come there're slighted — 
Black Birds on their heads alighted, 
Scare them with a shadowy woe — 
It should not let its birds do so ! 
0 be ye not despairing yet, 
Thou child of sorrows and regret, — 
For God will send a golden hope. 
From out his gladder radiance, 
E're he shall call thee, calmly hence ! 
Be not all hopeless when the world 
Is sadder still than your despair ! 
Wait till the evil wings are furled, 
And joy and gladness rule the air ! 
Darkness is not all forlorn 
Light sleeps in it till the morn, 
God is light — and light is Love, 
Go poor souls and live and love ! 
0 be patient till the light 
Cometh to thee from the Dawn, 
God yet lives for the forlorn ! , 
Thou art unhappy — yet of men 
Thou art not the only bowed. 
The poor are rotting vermin-clad— 
Life decaying in its shroud ! 
Ah why shouldst thou, then, still be sad. 
Up and work ! — redeem the sod, 
Labor is the way to God I 
God is motion, stars and light ! 
God is all that e're was bright ! 
God is all that e're was fairy ! 
God is all that e're was airy !— 
