第5章

Idonotevenknowmybishop\'sname,onlythattheworkisofthethirteenthcentury;butheisgoodtocompanywiththroughtheday,forhehasknowndarknessandlightandthemindsofmanymen;mostsurely,too,hehasknownthatGodfulfilsHimselfinstrangeways,sowiththeshadowofhisfeetuponthepolishedfloorherestsinpeace。

CHAPTERIV

ONSundaymylittletreewaslimnedinwhiteandthesparrowswerecravingshelteratmywindowfromtheblizzard。Nowthemildthinairbringsabreathofspringinitswakeandthedaffodilsinthegardenwaitthekissesofthesun。Hand-in-handwithmemoryIslipawaydowntheyears,andrememberadaywhenIawokeatearliestdawn,foracrossmysleepIhadheardthelustygolden-throatedtrumpetersheraldingthespring。

Theairwassharp-set;adelicaterimefrostedroofandroad;thesealayhazyandstilllikeagreatpearl。Thenastheskystirredwithflushuponflushofwarmrosylight,itpassedfrommistypearltoopalwithheartofflame,fromopaltogleamingsapphire。

Theearthcalled,thefieldscalled,therivercalled-thatpiedpipertowhosemusicamancannotstophisears。ItwaswithmeaswiththeCanterburypilgrims:-

\"Soprikethhemnatureinhircorages;

Thanlongenfolktogononpilgrimages。\"

HalfanhourlaterIwasawaybytheearlytrainthatcarriesthebranchmailsandafewworkmen,andwasdeliveredatthelittlewaysidestationwiththeletters。ThekindairwentsingingpastasIswungalongthereverberatingroadbetweenthehightree-

crownedbankswhichwecallhedgesinmerryDevon,withalltheworldtomyselfandtheBrethren。Agreatblackbirdflewoutwithaloud\"chook,chook,\"andtheredofthehawonhisyellowbill。

Arobintrilledfromalowrose-bush;twowrenssearcheddiligentlyonafallentreeforbreakfast,quiteunconcernedwhenIrestedamomentbesidethem;andashrewmouseslippedacrosstheroadfolloweddirectlybyitsmate。Marchvioletsbloomedundertheshelteredhedgewithhereandthereapaleprimrose;afrostedbramblespraystillhelditsautumntintsclingingtothesemblanceofthepast;andgreatbranchesofsnowyblackthornbrokethebarrenhedgewayasifspringmadeamockofwinter\'ssnows。

LightofheartandfootwiththenewwineoftheyearIspedonagain,straydaffodilslightingthewayside,untilIheardthevoiceofthestreamandreachedthefieldgatewhichleadstothelowermeadows。Therebeforemelayspring\'spageant;greenpennonswaving,daintymaidscurtseying,andahostofjoyousyellowtrumpetersproclaiming\'Victory\'toanawakenedearth。Theyrangeinserriedranksrightdowntotheriver,sothatamanmustwalkwarilytoreachthewater\'sedgewheretheystandgazingdownatthemselvesinfairestsemblanceliketheirmosttragicprogenitor,and,risingfromthebrightgrassintheirthousands,stretchawayuntiltheymeltinagoldencloudatthefarendofthemistymead。

ThroughthefieldgateandacrosstheroadIseethem,starringthesteepearthbankthatleadstotheuppercopse,gleaminglikepaleflamesagainstthedarktree-boles。Theretheyhavebutfrailtenure;here,inthemeadows,theyreignsupreme。

Attheupperendofthefieldtheriverprovidesyetclosersanctuaryforthesechildrenofthespring。Heldinitsembracingarmsliesanislandlongandnarrow,somethirtyfeetbytwelve,averitableuntrodEldorado,gloriousingoldfromendtoend,afringeofreedsbythewater\'sedge,andsaveforthat-daffodils。

Agreatoakstandsatthemeadow\'sneck,anoakwithgnarledandwanderingrootswhereamanmayrest,foritisbareofdaffodilssaveforagroupofthree,andasolitaryoneapartgrowingclosetotheoldtree\'sside。Isatdownbymylonelylittlesister,blueskyoverhead,greengrassatmyfeetdecked,likethepasturesoftheBlessed,inglorioussheen;aseaoftriumphant,goldenheadstossingblithelybackasthewindsweptdowntoplaywiththemathispleasure。

Itwasallminetohaveandtoholdwithoutseveringasingleslenderstemorharbouringathoughtofcovetousness;mine,asthewholeearthwasmine,toappropriatetomyselfwithouttheburdenandbaneofworldlypossession。\"ThousayestthatIam-aKing,\"

saidtheLordbeforePilate,and\"Mykingdomisnotofthisworld。\"

WewhoaremadekingsafterHislikenesspossessallthings,notafterthisworld\'sfashionbutinproportiontoourpoverty;andwhenweceasetotoilandspin,arearrayedasthelilies,inaglorytranscendingSolomon\'s。BridePoverty-shewhoclimbedtheCrosswithChrist-stretchedouteagerhandstofreeusfromourchains,butwefleefromher,andlayuptreasureagainstherimportunity,whileAmytasonhisseaweedbedweepstearsofpurepityforcrave-mouthCaesarofgreatpossessions。

Presentlyanotherofspring\'sloverscriedacrossthewater\"Cuckoo,cuckoo,\"andthevoiceofthestreamsangjoyouslyinunison。Itisfreefromburden,thismerrylittleriver,andneitherweirnormillbarsitsquickwaytotheseaasitcompletestheeternalcircle,lavishinggiftsofcoolnessandrefreshmentonthechildrenofthemeadows。

Ithasitsbirthonthegreatlonemoor,cradledinawonderfulpeat-smellingbog,withamany-huedcoverletofsoftmosses-palegold,orange,emerald,tawny,oliveandwhite,withtheredstainofsun-dewandtuftedcotton-grass。Undertheoldgreyrockswhichwatchitrise,yellow-eyedtormantilstarstheturf,andbids\"Godspeed\"tothelittlechildofearthandsky。Thusthejourneybegins;andwithever-increasingstrengththestreamcarvesawaythroughthedearbrownpeat,wearsafreshwrinkleonthepatientstones,andpattersmerrilyunderaclapperbridgewhichspanneditsbreadthwhenthemistletoereignedandBottor,thegrimrockidol,exactedthetollofhumanlifethatmadehimgreat。Onandongoesthestream,foritmaynotstay;leavingofitsfreshnesswiththegreatosmundathatstretcheseagerrootstowardstherunningwater;flowingawhilewithabrotherstream,topartagaineastandwestaseachtakesuphisseparateburdenofservice-myfriendtocherishthelowermeadowsintheirfloweryjoyance-andsobythegreatsea-gatebacktoskyandearthagain。

TheriverofGodisfullofwater。ThestreetsoftheCityarepuregold。Verily,herealsohavingnothingwepossessallthings。

TheairwaskeenandstillasIwalkedbackintheearlyevening,andadaffodillightwasintheskyasifHeavenmirroredbackearth\'sradiance。Nearthestationsomechildrenflittedpast,likelittlewhitemillermothshomingthroughthedusk。AsI

climbedthehillthemoonrodehighinagoldenfield-itwasdaffodilstothelast。

CHAPTERV

THEseagullsfromtheupperreachespassdowntheriverinsobersteadyflightseekingtheopensea。Ishallmisstheswoopandcircleofsilverwingsinthesunlightandtheplaintivecallwhichsoundssostrangelyawayfromrockandshore,butitisgoodtoknowthattheyhavegonefrommudbankandmurkytownbacktothefreeairsoftheirinheritance,totheshadowofsun-sweptcliffsandthecurlingcrestofthewind-beatenwaves,tobroodagainoverthegreatoceanofaworld\'stears。

Mylittletreeisgemmedwithbuds,shy,immature,butfullofpromise。Thesparrowsbusiedwithnest-buildingintheneighbouringpipesandguttersuseitforavantageground,andcrowdthereinnumbers,eachlittlebeaksealedwithlonggoldenstrawordownyfeather。

Theriverisheavywithhaybarges,thelastfruitsofwinter\'sstorehouse;thelengtheningdaysslowlyandsteadilyoustthedark;

theairisloudwithagrowingclamouroflife:springisnotonlyproclaimed,butonthisFeastsheiscrowned,anddespitethewarringwindthedaysbringtheirmeedofsunshine。Westandforamomentatthemeetingoftheways,thehandclaspofWinterandSpring,ofSleepandWakening,ofLifeandDeath;andthereisbetweenthemnoteventhethinlinewhichRabbiJochananonhisdeath-bedbeheldasallthatdividedhellfromheaven。

\"SPHAERACUJUSCENTRUMUBIQUE,CIRCUMFERENTIANULLIBUS,\"wassaidofMercury,thatmessengerofthegodswhomarshalledreluctantspiritstotheUnderworld;andforMercurywemaywriteLifewithDeathasitsgreatsacramentofbrotherhoodandrelease,tobedreadedonlyaswedreadtopartakeunworthilyofgreatbenefits。

Likeallsacramentsithasitsrightfultimeandduesolemnities;

thehorrorandsinofsuicidelieinthepresumptionoffreewill,theforestallingofagift,-thesinofEveinParadise,whotookthatwhichmightonlybegivenatthehandoftheLord。Ithastooitsphysicalpains,buttheyarethoseofawomanintravail,andwerememberthemnomoreforjoythatachild-manisbornintotheworldnakedandnotashamed:beholdingourselvesasweareweshallseealsotheleavesoftheTreeofLifesetforthehealingofthenations。

Weareslowly,veryslowly,abandoningourbeliefinsuddenandviolenttransitionsforasurerandfulleracceptanceofthedoctrineofevolution;butmostofusstilldrawasharplineofdemarcationbetweenthisworldandthenext,andexpectaradicalchangeinourselvesandoursurroundings,abreakinthechainofcontinuityentirelycontrarytotheteachingofnatureandexperience。Inthesamewayweclingtothespeciousuntruththatwecanbeginoverandoveragaininthisworld,forgettingthatwhileoursorrowandrepentancebringsacramentalgiftsofgraceandstrength,GodHimselfcannot,byHisownlimitation,rewritethePast。Weareinoursorrowthatwhichwehavemadeourselvesinoursin;ourtemptationsarethereaswellasthewayofescape。

WeareintheimageofGod。Wecreateourworld,ourundyingselves,ourheaven,orourhell。\"QUICREAVITTESINETENON

SALVABITTESINETE。\"Itisstupendous,magnificent,andmostappalling。Amandoesnotchangeashecrossesthethresholdofthelargerroom。Hispersonalityremainsthesame,althoughtheexpressionofitmaybealtered。Herewehavematerialbodiesinamaterialworld-there,perhaps,etherbodiesinanetherworld。

Thereisnoindecencyinreasonablespeculationandcuriosityaboutthelifetocome。Oneendofthethreadisbetweenourfingers,butwearehauntedforthemostpartbythesnapofAtropos\'

shears。

Socratesfaceddeathwiththemagnificentcalmbredofdignifiedfamiliarity。Hehadbuiltforhimselfadesiredheavenofcolour,light,andpreciousstones-thephilosophicformulaofthosewhosetthespiritualabovethematerial,andworshiptruthinthebeautyofholiness。Heisnottroubledbydoubtsorregrets,forthepathofthejustliesplainbeforehisface。Heforbidsmourningandlamentationsasoutofplace,obeysminutelyandcheerilythedirectionsofhisexecutioner,andpasseswithunaffecteddignitytotheapprehensionofthatlargertruthforwhichhehadconstantlypreparedhimself。HisfriendsmayburyhimprovidedtheywillremembertheyarenotburyingSocrates;andthatallthingsmaybedonedecentlyandinorder,acockmustgotoAEsculapius。

Longbefore,inthedaysoftheCaptivity,therelivedingodless,blood-sheddingNinevehanexiledJewwhosefatherhadfallenfromthefaith。Hewasasimpleman,child-likeanddirect;livingthecareful,kindlylifeofanorthodoxJew,sufferingmanypersecutionsforconscience\'sake,andinconstantdangerofdeath。

Henarratesthestoryofhislifeandoftheblindnesswhichfellonhim,withgentleplacidity,andcheckstheexuberanceofhismoreemotionalwifewiththeassuranceofuntroubledfaith。

Finally,whenhispiousexpectationsarefulfilled,hissightrestored,andhissonprosperouslyestablishedbesidehim,hebreaksintoaprayerofrejoicingwhichrevealsthesecretofhisconfidentcontent。Hemadeuseoftwogreatfaculties:thesenseofproportion,whichenabledhimtoappriselifeanditsaccidentsjustly,andthegiftofin-seeing,whichledSocratesafterhim,andBlessedJohninlonelyexileonPatmos,tolookthroughthethingstemporaltothehiddenmeaningsofeternity。

\"LetmysoulblessGodthegreatKing,\"hecries;andlooksawaypastthepresentdistress;pasttheRestorationwhichwastoendinfreshscatteringandconfusion;pastthedreamofgold,andporphyry,andmarbledefacedbytheeaglesandemblemsoftheconqueror;untilhiseyesareheldbytheJerusalemofGod,\"builtupwithsapphires,andemeralds,andpreciousstones,\"withbattlementsofpuregold,andthecryof\'Alleluia\'inherstreets。

Manyyearslater,whenhewasveryaged,hecalledhissontohimandgavehimasheritagehisownsimpleruleoflife,addingbutonerequest:\"Keepthouthelawandthecommandments,andshewthyselfmercifulandjust,thatitmaygowellwiththee……

Considerwhatalmsdoeth,andhowrighteousnessdothdeliver……

Andburymedecently,andthymotherwithme。\"Havingsosaid,hewenthiswayquietlyandcontentedlytotheJerusalemofhisheart。

Itisthesimplenoteoffamiliaritythatiswantinginus;thatbywhichwelinkworldwithworld。Once,yearsago,IsatbythebedsideofadyingmaninawretchedgarretintheEastEnd。Hewasentirelyignorant,entirelyquiescent,andentirelyuninterested。Theministerofaneighbouringchapelcametoseehimandspoketohimatsomelengthoftheneedforrepentanceandthejoysofheaven。Afterhehadgonemyfriendlaystaringrestlesslyatthemassofdecrepitbrokenchimneypotswhichmadehishorizon。Atlasthespoke,andtherewasanewnoteinhisvoice:-

\"Eesaidas\'owthereweregoldingstreetsinthemparts。Iain\'tnowaysparticlerwotthey\'remadeof,butit\'llfeelnatrallikeifthere\'schimleystoo。\"

Thesunstretchedasuddenfingerandpaintedthechimneypotsredandgoldagainstthesmoke-dimmedsky,andwithhisfacealightwithsurprisedreliefmyfrienddied。

Weareonewiththeearth,oneinsin,oneinredemption。ItisthefringeofthegarmentofGod。\"IfImaybuttouchthehem,\"

saidacertainwoman。

OnthegreatDeath-daywhichshadowstheearlyspringwithashadowofwhichitmaybesaidUMBRADEIESTLUX,theearthbroughtgiftsofgrief,thefruitofthecurse,barrenthorns,hollowreed,andthewoodofthecross;theseamadeofferingofTyrianpurple;theskyveiledherfaceingreatdarkness,whilethenationofpriestscrucifiedforthelasttimetheirPaschallamb。\"Iwillhear,saiththeLord;Iwillheartheheavens,andtheyshallheartheearth,andtheearthshallhearthecornandwineandoil,andtheyshallhearJezreel,andIwillsowheruntomeintheearth;andI

willhavemercyuponherthathadnotobtainedmercy,andIwillsayuntothemwhichwerenotmypeople,\'Thouartmypeople,\'andtheyshallsay\'ThouartmyGod。\'\"

ThesecondAdamstoodinthegardenwithquickeningfeet,andalltheearthpulsedandsangforjoyofthenewhopeandthenewlifequickeningwithinher,tobehersthroughthepainsoftravail,thepangsofdissolution。TheTreeofLifebearsBreadandWine-foodofthewayfaringman。Thedayofdivisionsispast,thedayofunityhasdawned。Onehasrisenfromthedead,andintheValleyofAchorstandswidetheDoorofHope-theSacramentofDeath。

ScioDomine,etverescio……quianonsumdignusaccedereadtantummysteriumpropternimiapeccatameaetinfinitasnegligentiasmeas。Sedscio……quiatupotesmefaceredignum。

CHAPTERVI

\"ANYTUSandMeletuscankillme,buttheycannothurtme,\"saidSocrates;andGovernorSancho,withalltheitchofnewly-acquiredauthority,couldnotmaketheyoungweaverofsteel-headsforlancessleepinprison。IntheVisionofErthesoulspassedstraightforwardunderthethroneofnecessity,andoutintotheplainsofforgetfulness,wheretheymustseverallydrinkoftheriverofunmindfulnesswhosewaterscannotbeheldinanyvessel。

Thethrone,theplain,andtheriverarestillhere,butinthedistancerisethegreatloneheavenwardhills,andthewiseamongusnolongeraskofthegodsLethe,butratherremembrance。

Necessitycansetmehelplessonmyback,butshecannotkeepmethere;norcanfourwallslimitmyvision。IpassoutfromunderherthroneintothegardenofGodafreeman,tomyultimatebeatitudeormyexceedingshame。Alldaylongthisworldliesopentome;ay,andotherworldsalso,ifIwillbuthaveitso;andwhennightcomesIpassintothekingdomandpowerofthedark。

Iliethroughthelonghoursandwatchmybridge,whichissetwithlightsacrossthegloom;watchthetrafficwhichisformebutsomanypassinglampstellingtheirtalebyvaryingheightandbrightness。Ihearundermywindowthesprintofover-tiredhorses,therattleofuncertainwheelsasthestreet-sellershastensouth;thejangleofcabbellsasthetheatre-goerstaketheirhomewardway;thegruffaltercationofwearymen,theunmelodioussongandclamorouslaughofwomenwhosemerrimentiswearierstill。

Thencomesatimeofstillnesswhenthelightintheskywaxesandwanes,whenthecloud-driftsobscurethestars,andIgazeoutintoblacknesssetwithwatchingeyes。Nosoundcomesfromwithoutbutthevoiceofthenight-windandthecryofthehour。Theclockonthemantelpieceticksimperatively,foracheckhasfallenonthefamiliaritywhichbreedsadisregardofcommonthings,andareasonhastobesoughtforeachsoundwhichclaimsahearing。Thepauseiswonderfulwhileitlasts,butitisnotforlong。Theworkingworldawakes,thepoorerbrethrentakeuptheburdenofservice;

thedawnlightsthesky;remembrancecriesanendtoforgetting。

Sometimesinthecountryonanightinearlysummeryoumayshutthecottagedoortostepoutintoanimmensedarknesswhichpallsheavenandearth。Goingforwardintotheembraceofthegreatgloom,youareasababeswaddledbythehandsofnightintohelplessquiescence。Yourfeettreadanunseenpath,yourhandsgraspatavoid,orshrinkfromthecontacttheycannotrealise;

youreyesareholden;yourvoicewoulddieinyourthroatdidyouseektorendtheveilofthatimpenetrablesilence。

Shutinbytheintangibledark,wearebroughtupagainstthoseworldswithinworldsblottedoutbyourconcretedailylife。Theworkingofthegreatmicrocosmatwhichwepeerdimlythroughthelittlewindowofscience;thewonderful,breathingearth;thepulsing,throbbingsap;thegrowingfragranceshutinthecalyxofto-morrow\'sflower;theheart-beatofasleepingworldthatwedreamthatweknow;andaround,above,andinterpenetratingall,theworldofdreams,ofangelsandofspirits。

ItwasthisworldwhichJacobsawonthefirstnightofhisexile,andagainwhenhewrestledinPenieluntilthebreakofday。ItwasthisworldwhichElishasawwithopeneyes;whichJobknewwhendarknessfellonhim;whichEzekielgazedintofromhisplaceamongthecaptives;whichDanielbeheldashestoodalonebythegreatriver,theriverHiddekel。

Forthemomentwehaveleftbehindtherealmofquestionandexplanation,ofpowerovermatterandtheexerciseofbodilyfaculties;andpassedintodarknessalightwithvisionswecannotsee,intosilencealivewithvoiceswecannothear。Likehelplessmenwesetourallontheonethingleftus,andliftupourhearts,knowingthatwearebutamerespeckamongamyriadworlds,yetgreaterthanthesumofthem;havingourrootsinthedarkplacesoftheearth,butourbranchesinthesweetairsofheaven。