Requiescat in Pace1

We have watched him to the last ;1
                        
                        We have seen the dreaded king2
                        
                        Smile pacific as he past3
                        
                        By that couch of suffering :4
                        
                        Wrinkles of aggressive years,5
                        
                        Channels of unwitnessed tears,6
                        
                        Furrows on the anxious brow,7
                        
                        All are smooth as childhood’s now !8
                        
                        Death, as seen by men in dreams,9
                        
                        Something stern and cruel seems—10
                        
                        But his face is not the same,11
                        
                        When he comes into the room,12
                        
                        Takes the hand and names the name,13
                        
                        Seals the eyes with tender gloom,14
                        
                        Saying :  “ Blessed are the laws15
                        
                        To which all God’s creatures bend :16
                        
                        Mortal !  fear me not, because17
                        
                        Thine inevitable friend !”18
                        So, when all the limbs were still,19
                        
                        Moved no more by sense or will,20
                        
                        Reverent hands the body laid21
                        
                        In the church’s pitying shade,22
                        
                        With the pious rites that fall23
                        
                        Like the rain-drops upon all.24
                        
                        What could Man refuse or grant25
                        
                        The spiritual inhabitant,26
                        
                        Who so long had ruled within27
                        
                        With power to sin or not to sin ?28
                        
                        Nothing. Hope, and hope alone,29
                        
                        Mates with death. Upon a stone30
                        
                        Let the simple name be writ,31
                        
                        Traced upon the infant’s front32
                        
                        Years ago :  and under it,33
                        
                        As with Christian folk is wont,34
                        
                        “ Requiescat,” or may be35
                        
                        Symbol letters, R. I. P.36
                        Rest is happy, rest is
                              right,37
                        
                        Rest is precious in God’s sight.38
                        
                        But if He who lies below,39
                        
                        Out of an abundant heart40
                        
                        Drawing remedies for woe,41
                        
                        Never wearied to impart42
                        
                        Blessings to his fellow-men ;43
                        
                        If he never rested then,44
                        
                        1 We have reason to believe that this poem has been printed in 
some collection in the United States, but it has never been published
in this country.
                        
                        some collection in the United States, but it has never been published
in this country.

But each harvest gathered seed45
                        
                        For the future word and deed,46
                        
                        And the darkness of his kind47
                        
                        Filled him with such endless ruth,48
                        
                        That the very light of truth49
                        
                        Pained him walking ’mid the blind,—50
                        
                        How, when some transcendent change51
                        
                        Gives his being boundless range,52
                        
                        When he knows not time or space,53
                        
                        In the nearness of God’s face,54
                        
                        In the world of spirits how55
                        
                        Shall that Soul be resting now ?56
                        
                        While one creature is unblest,57
                        
                        How can such as He have rest ?58
                        “ Rest in peace,” the legend runs ;59
                        
                        Rest is sweet to Adam’s sons.60
                        
                        But can He, whose busy brain61
                        
                        Worked within this hollow skull62
                        
                        Now his zeal for truth restrain,63
                        
                        Now his subtle fancy dull,64
                        
                        When he wanders spirit-free,65
                        
                        Young in his immortality ?66
                        
                        While on earth he only bore67
                        
                        Life as it was linked with lore,68
                        
                        And the infinite increase69
                        
                        Of knowledge was his only peace :70
                        
                        Till that knowledge be possest,71
                        
                        How can such a mind have rest ?72
                        Rest is happy ;  rest is meet73
                        
                        For well-worn and weary feet ;74
                        
                        Surely not for Him, on whom75
                        
                        Ponderous stands the pompous tomb,76
                        
                        Prompt to blind the future’s eyes77
                        
                        With gilt deceit and blazoned lies :78
                        
                        Him, who never used his powers79
                        
                        To speed for good the waiting hours,—80
                        
                        Made none wiser for his seeing,81
                        
                        Made none better for his being—82
                        
                        Closed his eyes, lest others’ woes83
                        
                        Should disturb his base repose—84
                        
                        Catching at each selfish zest ;85
                        
                        How can He have right to rest ?86
                        
                        Rather we would deem him driven87
                        
                        Anywhere in search of heaven,88
                        
                        Failing ever in the quest,89
                        
                        Till he learns it is not given90
                        
                        That man should by himself be blest.91
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Here we struggle with the light,—92
                        
                        And, when comes the fated night,93
                        
                        Into nature’s lap we fall,94
                        
                        Like tired children, one and all.95
                        
                        
Day and Labour, Night and Rest,96
                        
                        Come together in our mind,97
                        
                        And we image forth the Blest98
                        
                        To eternal calm resigned :99
                        
                        Yet it may be that the abyss100
                        
                        Of the lost is only this—101
                        
                        That for them all things to come102
                        
                        Are inanimate and dumb,103
                        
                        And immortal life they steep104
                        
                        In dishonourable sleep :105
                        
                        ‘While no power of pause is given106
                        
                        To the inheritors of heaven ;107
                        
                        And the holiest still are those108
                        
                        Who are farthest from repose,109
                        
                        And yet onward, onward press110
                        
                        To a loftier godliness ;111
                        
                        Still becoming, more than being,112
                        
                        Apprehending, more than seeing,113
                        
                        Feeling, as from orb to orb114
                        
                        In their awful course they run,115
                        
                        How their Souls new light absorb116
                        
                        From the self-existing One,117
                        
                        Demiurgos, throned above,118
                        
                        Mind of Mind, and Love of Love.119