The Vigil
A Legend of Pekin

I
Loud through the land from east
                                 to west1
                           
                           Red battle surged ;  from north to south2
                           
                           The demon of a world’s unrest3
                           
                           Blazed in the angry cannon’s mouth.4
                           And growing fury, creeping fire5
                           
                           Sprang from the outer darkness deep,6
                           
                           Unchecked, to hurl a people’s ire7
                           
                           On distant nations lost in sleep.8
                           Soundly they slept !  They could not hear9
                           
                           Low from our lips that hopeful call,10
                           
                           That prayer for life, which knows not fear11
                           
                           Yet asks that death may not befall,12
                           For life is sweet, and men must take13
                           
                           Into their hearts, wife, child, and friend.14
                           
                           But sound they slept, and only wake15
                           
                           Knowing the strange and dreadful end.16
                           But God gave strength :  and morn by morn17
                           
                           Faithful His luminary rose18
                           
                           To give, with every hour new-born,19
                           
                           A light unseen of friends and foes.20
                           We looked the future in the face,21
                           
                           And dared its issue :  it was kind.22
                           
                           The body loses form and grace,23
                           
                           Remains the beauty of the mind.24
                           Remains the inward health and light,25
                           
                           Force of the brain, strength of the will,26
                           
                           Remains the heart’s supernal sight,27
                           
                           Remains the soul’s own splendour still.28
                           
We said farewell to life and love,29
                           
                           We said farewell to hope and youth,30
                           
                           We glanced below, we gazed above,31
                           
                           And so we faced the tragic truth.32
                           Fears in our danger rose, but fell :33
                           
                           At first the children held their breath,34
                           
                           But soon they heard, and it was well,35
                           
                           As of a friend, the name of Death.36
                           And so to arms, while east and west37
                           
                           Red battle surged, and north and south38
                           
                           The demon of a world’s unrest39
                           
                           Blazed in the fiery cannon’s mouth.40
                           II
Each to his task :  each to his post :41
                           
                           We took our orders, none rebelled ;42
                           
                           We shared with those who loved it most43
                           
                           The honour of the name we held.44
                           And all was ready, come the dread45
                           
                           Deliverance as it might and must.46
                           
                           Our chief looked noble as he said :—47
                           
                           “ Do but your duty, God is just.”48
                           Each to his post. Increased the strain,49
                           
                           The days were one hard labour long,50
                           
                           But still we found our wits again,51
                           
                           And sometimes laughter rose to song.52
                           A cheerful band, together knit,53
                           
                           Old friends, and only one away,54
                           
                           And he ?  The good God answer it !55
                           
                           Alone. He could not disobey.56
                           And yet how grand his fatal lot,57
                           
                           A mortal shielding the divine,58
                           
                           For though he fall, he suffers not59
                           
                           Who guards till death a sacred shrine.60
                           We left him when the hour was late61
                           
                           (One only could be spared to rest62
                           
                           Within the sanctuary gate63
                           
                           Before the emblems of the blest).64
                           
His face was calm, his eyes were bright ;65
                           
                           With cheerful voice he said  “ Good-bye,”66
                           
                           And pointed to the single light67
                           
                           That hung before the altar high.68
                           He spoke—we answered with a smile—69
                           
                           “ You die together :  I alone.70
                           
                           The future ?  ’Tis a little while71
                           
                           And we shall meet before the Throne.”72
                           And in his glance there shone the trust73
                           
                           Of those whose work is yet to do.74
                           
                           The scoffer’s scorn lay deep in dust,75
                           
                           For they who wondered found him true.76
                           Forth to our fearful toil we went77
                           
                           Through empty court and vacant room,78
                           
                           And there, his courage still unspent,79
                           
                           We left him kneeling in the gloom.80
                           III
The days, the very hours were long ;81
                           
                           And twenty times he heard the clock82
                           
                           Above him chime for evensong.83
                           
                           Twice every day he turned the lock84
                           Seeking the cloister. There the store85
                           
                           Was scanty. Little was his need ;86
                           
                           He would not give the body more,87
                           
                           It was his soul he willed to feed.88
                           And all the while from east to west,89
                           
                           With distant thunder, north and south,90
                           
                           The demon of a world’s unrest91
                           
                           Blazed in the furious cannon’s mouth.92
                           One night he turned at the quick sound93
                           
                           Of footsteps, while the angry storm94
                           
                           Seemed nearer. On the holy ground95
                           
                           There stooped to him a sombre form.96
                           A friend !  A parchment-yellow face,97
                           
                           But still a friend, who spoke with haste :98
                           
                           “ The time is short, but I can trace,99
                           
                           Master, a path across the waste100
                           
“ Where all lie dead. The time is short !  ”101
                           
                           The priest but blessed him by his name :—102
                           
                           “ In days of good and ill report103
                           
                           You helped me. Christ would do the same.”104
                           “ But look,” he said,  “ there, overhead,105
                           
                           Light fails. Our foes I fain would foil.”106
                           
                           With magic feet his servant sped107
                           
                           And brought him back a cruse of oil.108
                           Blest service !  Once again the glow109
                           
                           Shone brightly as it shone of old ;110
                           
                           With thanks he made his servant go :111
                           
                           “ We meet,” he said,  “ when all’s unrolled.”112
                           “ Dead !  ” And the merry music stilled113
                           
                           Of children ;  the perfected zeal114
                           
                           Of men and women, proudly filled115
                           
                           With love for this strange people’s weal,116
                           Gone !  And he shrank a moment, blind117
                           
                           With horror :  then to lift his eyes118
                           
                           And see, past every fate unkind,119
                           
                           A sign of perfect peace arise.120
                           IV
Night fell. Once more the solemn hour121
                           
                           Of vigil through increasing pain,122
                           
                           Alone, whilst in the quiet tower123
                           
                           Chimed the sweet bell again, again,124
                           To daylight, with an aching heart125
                           
                           He watched and waited for release.126
                           
                           The slightest whisper made him start :127
                           
                           He prayed with pallid lips for peace.128
                           Peace, but to keep that altar light129
                           
                           Steadily burning till he died.130
                           
                           And after ?  God maintains the right ;131
                           
                           The rest He will at last provide.132
                           “ My happiest duty’s all but done,133
                           
                           I fear no sword’s benignant edge,134
                           
                           But fear, ere yet my race be run,135
                           
                           The last most dreadful sacrilege.”136
                           
He spoke with utterance faint and weak,137
                           
                           Hunger had long begun to gnaw,138
                           
                           But still he prayed, intent to seek139
                           
                           Mercy for those without the law.140
                           Then the light flickered, and his strength141
                           
                           Grew with the moments less and less.142
                           
                           But prayers are heard. Loud, loud at length143
                           
                           He heard the rabble shriek and press.144
                           He rose to meet them, threw the door145
                           
                           Wide open ;  came full strength anew.146
                           
                           Then at one blow the holy floor147
                           
                           Was quickly stained a crimson hue.148
                           But ere he fell one glance he flung149
                           
                           Backward, to lift a cry of praise,150
                           
                           For there before the altar hung151
                           
                           No flickering light. A mighty blaze,152
                           A golden splendour, seen of men153
                           
                           Who hold the faith when all is gone.154
                           
                           He saw, and died. And only then155
                           
                           The blind unreasoning crowd swept on.156
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O crowning mercy, vigil blest,157
                           
                           Hiding from those imperfect eyes158
                           
                           The triumph of that strange unrest !159
                           
                           For we, from vantage of the skies,160
                           See with an undiminished faith161
                           
                           The light, extinguished for an hour,162
                           
                           Pass from the dim abodes of death163
                           
                           To radiance of a higher power—164
                           While through the land from east to west165
                           
                           Dark fury rules, and north and south166
                           
                           Blind anger, with a demon’s zest,167
                           
                           Is blazing in the cannon’s mouth—168
                           See fresh revealed, through weal and woe,169
                           
                           That ancient promise, made of yore,170
                           
                           As light athwart the darkness :  “ Go,171
                           
                           For I am with you evermore.”172