Itisthematerialcounterpartofthe\'NightoftheSoul。\'Wehaveleftourhouseandsetforthinthedarknesswhichparalysesthosefacultiesthatmakeusmenintheworldofmen。Butsurelythegreatmystics,withalltheirinsightandheavenlylove,fellshortwhentheysoughtfreedomincompleteseparatenessfromcreationinsteadofinperfectunitywithit。TheGreeksknewbetterwhentheyflungAriadne\'scrownamongthestars,andwroteDemeter\'sgriefonabarrenearth,andPersephone\'sjoyinthefruitfulfield。Fortheearthisgatheredupinman;heisthewholewhichisgreaterthanthesumofitsparts。StandingintheimageofGod,andclothedinthegarmentofGod,heliftsuppriestlyhandsandpresentsthesacrificeofredeemedearthbeforethethroneoftheAll-Father。\"Dustandashesandahouseofdevils,\"hecries;
andtherecomesbackforanswer,\"REXCONCUPISCETDECOREMTUAM。\"
TheAngelofDeathhasbroadwingsofsilenceandmysterywithwhichheshadowsthevalleywhereweneedfearnoevil,andwherethevoicewhichspeakstousisasthe\"voiceofdoves,taberingupontheirbreasts。\"Itisaplaceofhealingandpreparation,ofpeaceandrefreshingafterthesharply-definedoutlinesofagarishday。Walkingtherewelearntousethosenaturalfacultiesofthesoulwhicharehamperedbythefamiliarityofbodilyprogress,toapprehendthetruthswhichwehaveintellectuallyaccepted。Itistheplaceofsecretswherethehumilitywhichembracesallattainableknowledgecries\"Iknownot\";andwhileweproclaimfromthehouse-topsthatwhichwehavelearnt,themannerofourlearninglieshidforeachoneofusinthesanctuaryofoursouls。
TheEgyptians,intheirancientwisdom,actinthedesertagreatandrosphinx,imageofmysteryandsilence,staringfromunderlevelbrowsacrossthearidsandsofthesea-way。TheGreeksborrowedanddebasedtheimage,turningtheinscrutableintoasemi-womanwhoaskedafoolishriddle,andhurledherselfdowninpetulantpridewhenOEdipusansweredaright。Sowe,marringtheofficeofsilence,questionitsmystery;thwartourselveswithriddlesofourownsuggesting;andturnaway,leavingourofferingbuthalfconsumedonthealtaroftheunknowngod。ItwasnotthetheftoffirethatbroughtthevengeanceofheavenuponPrometheus,butthemockingsacrifice。OrpheuslostEurydicebecausehemustseeherfacebeforetheappointedtime。Persephoneateofthepomegranateandhungeredingloomforthedayoflightwhichshouldhavebeenendless。
Theuniverseisfullofmiracleandmystery;thedarknessandsilencearesetforasignwedarenotdespise。Thepallofnightlifts,leavingusengulphedinthelightofimmensityunderatossingheavenofstars。Thedawnbreaks,butitdoesnotsurpriseus,forwehavewatchedfromthevalleyandseenthepaletwilight。
ThroughthewondrousSabbathoffaithfulsouls,thelongdayofrosemaryandrue,thelightbrightensintheEast;andwepassontowardsitwithquietfeetandopeningeyes,bearingwithusalloftheredeemedearththatwehavemadeourown,untilwearefulfilledinthesunriseofthegreatEasterDay,andthepeoplescomefromnorthandsouthandeastandwesttotheCitywhichliethfoursquare-theBeatificVisionofGod。
VereIerusalemestillacivitasCuiuspaxiugisetsummaiucunditas;
Ubinonpraevenitremdesiderium,Necdesideriominusestpraemium。
ATTHEWHITEGATE
CHAPTERI
AGREATjoyhascometome;oneofthoseunexpectedgiftswhichlifelovestobestowafterwehavelearnttolooseourgripofher。
Iambackinmyownplaceverynearmyroad-thewhitegatelieswithinmydistantvision;neartheleangreyDownswhichkeepwatchandwardbetweenthecountryandthesea;verynear,nay,inthelapofMotherEarth,forasIwriteIamlyingonagreencarpet,powderedyellowandwhitewiththesun\'sownflowers;overheadagreatsycamorewherethebeestoilandsing;andsighingshimmeringpoplarsgoldengreyagainsttheblue。ThedayofPersephonehasdawnedforme,andI,setfreelikeDemeter\'schild,gladdenmyeyeswiththisforetasteofcomingradiance,andrestmytiredsensewiththescentandsoundofhome。AwaydownthemeadowI
heartheearlyscythesong,andthewarmairisfragrantwiththefallengrass。IthasitsownmessageformeasIliehere,Iwhohaveobtainedyetonemoremercy,andtheburdenofitislife,notdeath。
Irememberwhen,takingagracefrommyroad,IhelpedtomowFarmerMarler\'sten-acrefield,richinripeupstandinggrass。Themechanismoftheancientreaperhadgivenwayunderthestrainofthehomemeadows,andifthiscropwastobesaveditmustbebyhand。IhavekepttherecordofthosedaysofjoyouslabourunderaJunesky。Menwerehardtogetinourvillage;oldDodden,whowasoverseventy,volunteeredhisservices-hehaddoneyeomanworkwiththescytheinhisyouth-andtwoofthefarmhandswiththeirmastercompletedourstrength。
Wetookourplacesunderafiveo\'clockmorningsky,andthelarkscrieddowntousaswestoodknee-deepinthefragrantdew-steepedgrass,eachmanwithhisgleamingscythepoisedreadyforitssweepingswing。OldDoddenledbyrightofageandripeexperience;bentlikeasickle,brownanddryasanut,hisfaceatraceryofinnumerablewrinkles,hehasneverailedaday,andthecunningofhiscraftwasstillwithhim。Atfirstweworkedstiffly,unreadily,butsoonthemonotonousmotionpossesseduswithitsinsistentrhythm,andthegrassbowedtoeachsibilantswishandfellinsweet-smellingswathesatourfeet。Nowandthenastartledrabbitscurriedthroughtheminiatureforesttovanishwithwhiteflickoftailinthetangledhedge;hereandthereamotherlarkwasdiscoveredsittingmotionless,immovableuponherlittlebrood;butsavefortheseinfrequentincidentswepacedsteadilyonwithnospeechsavethecryofthehoneonthesteelandtheswishofthefallingswathes。Thesunrosehighintheheavenandburntonbentneckandbareandachingarms,thebloodbeatanddrummedinmyveinswiththeunwontedpostureandexercise;Iworkedasamanwhoseesandhearsinamist。Once,asIpausedtowhetmyscythe,myeyecaughtthelineoftheuntroubledhillsstrongandstillinthebroadsunshine;thentoworkagaininthelabouring,fertilevalley。
Resttimecame,andwipingthesweatfrombrowandbladewesoughtthewelcomeshadowofthehedgeandthecoolsweetoatmealwaterwithwhichthewisereaperquencheshisthirst。FarmerMarlerhastenedofftoseewithmaster-eyethatallwentwellelsewhere;
thefarmmenslepttranquilly,stretchedatfulllength,claspedhandsforpillow;andoldDodden,sittingwithcrookedfingersinterlacedtochecktheirtremblingbetrayalofoldage,toldhowinhisyouthhehad\"swep\"afour-acrefieldsingle-handedinthreedays-analmostimpossiblefeat-andofthefirstreapingmachineintheseparts,andhowitbrought,tohisthinking,theruinofagriculturalmoralswithit。\"\'Tisagainnature,\"hesaid,\"theLardgaveusthelandan\'theseed,but\'Eesaidthatamanshouldsweat。Where\'sthesweatdrivin\'roundwi\'twohorsescuttin\'thestrawdownan\'gatherin\'itagain,wi\'scarceahand\'sturni\'theday\'swork?\"
OldDodden\'shigh-pitchedquaveringvoiceroseandfell,mournfulashesurveyedthepresent,vehementasherecordedtheheroicpast。Hespokeoftheruralexodusandshookhisheadmournfully。
\"Weold\'unswerecontentwi\'earthandtheopenskylikeourfeythersbeforeus,butwi\'thechildren\'tisfirstmachinestosavedoin\'ahand\'sturno\'honestwork,an\'thenlandan\'skyain\'tbigenoughseemin\'ly,norgrandenough;itmustbetownan\'apavedstreet,an\'theysweattheirlivesoutatwixtfourwallsan\'
callitseein\'life-\'tisdeathan\'worsecomestothemostof\'em。Ay,\'tisbettertostaybytheland,astheLardsaid,tilltimecomestolieunderit。\"Ilookedawayacrossthefieldwherethehotairthrobbedandquivered,andthefallengrass,robbedalreadyofitsfreshness,layproneatthefeetofitsupstandingfellows。ItisquiteuselesstoarguewitholdDodden;heonlyshakeshisheadandsaysfirmly,\"Anoldman,seventy-fivecomeMartinmassknowsmoreo\'lifethanayoungchap,standsterreason\";besides,hisepitomeofthetownlifeheknowsnothingofwasajustoneasfarasitwent;andhisownsonisthesweeperofaHolborncrossing,andmanyotherthingsthatheshouldnotbe;
butthatistheparson\'ssecretandmine。
Wetookrankagainandsweptsteadilyonthroughthehotstillhoursintotheeveningshadows,untilthesinkingsunsetaGLORIA
tothepsalmofanotherworkingday。Onlyathirdofthefieldlaymown,forwewerenotskilledlabourerstocutouracreaday;I
sawitagainthatnightunderthemoonlightandthestarlight,wrappedinashroudofsummer\'smist。
Thewomenjoinedusonthethirddaytobeginhaymaking,andtheairwasfragrantoftossedandsun-driedgrass。Oneofthemwalkedapartfromtherest,withoutinterestorfreedomofmovement;herface,sealedandimpassive,wasagedbeyondthevigourofheryears。Iknewthewomanbysight,andherhistorybyhearsay。Wehaveacodeofmoralshere-notindeedpeculiartothisplaceorpeople-thataweddingis\'respectable\'ifitprecedeschild-birthbyabaremonth,tolerable,andtoberecognised,shoulditsucceedthesamebylessthanayear(providedthepairarenotlivinginthesamevillage);butthechildthathasneverbeen\'fathered\'andthewifewithoutaringare\'anathema,\'andsuchinonewasElizabethBanks。Shewentawayamaidandcamebackayearagowithachildandwithoutaname。Hermotherwasdead,herfatherandthevillagewouldhavenoneofher:thehominginstinctisverystrong,orshewouldscarcelyhavereturned,knowingthetraditionsoftheplace。OldDodden,seeingher,grumbledtomeintherest-time-\"Can\'tthinkwhatthefarmerwantswi\'LizzieBanksin\'isfield。\"\"Shemustlive,\"Isaid,\"andbyallshowingherlifeisahardone。\"\"She\'adthemakin\'of\'erbed,\"hewenton,obstinately。\"Whatfordoshebringherdisgracehome,wi\'afatherlessbratforallfolkstosee?Wedon\'twantthemsortinourvillage。TheLord\'shandisheavy,an\'abrat\'sacursethatcannotbehid。\"
Whentea-timecameIcrossedthefieldtolookforamissinghone,andsawElizabethBanksfarfromtheotherwomen,busiedwithabundleunderthehedge。Ipassedcloseonmysearch,andlo!thebundlewasalittleboy。Helaysmilingandstretching,fightingtheairwithhissmallpinkfists,whilethewindplayedwithhiscurls。\"Acursethatcannotbehid,\"oldDoddenhadsaid。Themotherkneltamoment,devouringhimwithhereyes,thensnatchedhimtoherwithachinggreedandcoveredhimwithkisses。Isawthepoor,plainfaceillumined,transfigured,alivewithamother\'slove,andrememberedhowthewordcameoncetoaHebrewprophet:-
SayuntoyourbrethrenAmmi,andtoyoursistersRuhamah。
Theeveningskywascloudingfast,thesoundofrainwasintheair;FarmerMarlershookhisheadashelookedatthegrasslyinginorderedrows。Iwasthelasttoleave,andasIlingeredatthegatedrinkinginthescentofthefieldandthecoolofthecomingrain,thefirstdropsfellonmyupturnedfaceandkissedthepoordryswathesatmyfeet,andIwasglad。
David,childofthefieldsandthesheepfolds,hiskingshiplaidaside,seesthroughthepartedcurtainoftheyearstheadventofhisgreaterSon,andcriesinhispsalmofthehilltops,hislastpropheticprayer:-
Heshallcomedownlikerainuponthemowngrass。
EvensoHecame,andshallstillcome。Threedaysagothefield,initspageantoffreshbeauty,withshimmeringbladesandtossingbanners,greetedsunandshoweralikewithjoyforthefurtheranceofitslifeandpurpose;now,laidlow,ithearstheyounggrasswhisperthesplendourofitscominggreen;andthepoorswathesaregladatthetelling,butfullofgrieffortheirownapparentfailure。Theningreatpitycomestherain,therainofsummer,gentle,refreshing,penetrating,andtheswathesarecomforted,fortheyknowthatstandingtogreetorprostratetosuffer,theconsolationsoftheformerandthelatterrainarestilltheirown,withtendertouchandcoolcaress。Then,oncemoreparchedbythesun,theyareborneawaytothenewservicetheirapparentfailurehasfittedthemfor;andperhapsastheywaitinthedarkfortheunknownthatisstilltocometheyhearsometimesthecallofthedistantrain,andatthesoundthedrysapstirsafresh-theyarenotforgottenandcanwait。
\"SAYUNTOYOURSISTERSRUHAMAH,\"criestheprophet。
\"HESHALLCOMEDOWNLIKERAINONTHEMOWNGRASS,\"sangthepoetofthesheepfolds。
\"MYWAYSARENOTYOURWAYS,SAITHTHELORD。\"
IrememberhowIwenthomealongthedampsweet-scentedlanesthroughthegreymistoftherain,thinkingofthemownfieldandElizabethBanksandmany,manymore;andthatnight,whentheskyhadclearedandthenightingalesang,Ilookedoutatthemoonridingatanchor,asilverboatinastillblueseaablazewiththeheadlightsofthestars,andthesayingoftheherdsmanofTekoacametome-asithascomeoftentimessince:-
SeekHimthatmakeththesevenstarsandOrion,andturneththeshadowofdeathintothemorning,andmakeththedaydarkwithnight;thatcallethforthewatersoftheseaandpoureththemoutuponthefaceofearth;theLordisHisname。
CHAPTERII
THISgardenisanepitomeofpeace;sunandwind,rain,flowers,andbirdsgathermeintotheblessednessoftheiractiveharmony。
Theworldholdsnowishforme,nowthatIhavecomehometodiewithmyownpeople,forverifyIthinkthatthesapofgrassandtreesmustruninmyveins,sosteadyistheirpulluponmyheart-
strings。Londonclaimedallmyphilosophy,butthecountrygivesall,andasksofmeonlythewarmreceptivityofachildinitsmother\'sarms。
WhenIlieinmycoollightroomonthegardenlevel,Ilookacrossthebrightgrass-ILVERDESMALTO-toagreatredrosebushinlavishdisarrayagainstthedarkcypress。Nearby,amidatangleofmany-huedcorn-flowersIseethepromiseofcominglilies,thesuddencrimsonofasolitarypaeony;andinlowlierstateagainstthepoorparchedearthglowthegoldencupsoftheeschseholtzias。
Beyondthelowhedgeliespasturebrightwithbuttercups,wherethecattlefeed。Fartheroff,wherethescythehasbeenbusy,aresheep,cleanandshorn,withmerry,well-grownlambs;andinthefarthestfieldIcanseethegreathorsesmovinginslowsteadypaceasthefarmerturnshisfurrow。
Thebirdsarenoisycomradesandoldfriends,fromthelarkwhichchantsthedew-steepedmorning,tothenightingalethatbreaksthesilenceofthemostwonderfulnights。Ihearthewisdomoftherooksinthegreatelms;theliftingliltofthelinnet,andtherobin\'squaintlittlesummersong。Thestarlingschatterceaselessly,theirqueerstridentvoicesharshagainstthemelodiousgossipoftheotherbirds;themartinsshrillsoftlyastheyswooptoandfrobusiedwiththeirnestingunderthecaves;
thrushandblackbirdvieinfriendlyrivalryliketheMeister-
singerofold;sometimesIhearthedrawlingcryofapeacockstrayedfromthegreathouse,orthelaughofthewoodpecker;andatnightthehuntingnoteoftheowlreachesmeashesweepsbyinsearchofprey。
To-dayIamoutagain;andthegreatsycamoreshowershoneyandflowersonmeasIliebeneathit。Sometimesabeefallslikeanover-ripefruit,andwaitsawhiletocleanhispollen-coatedlegsereheflieshometodischargehisburden。Heistoobusytobefriendly,buthisgreatvelvetycousinismuchmoresociable,andstaysforagentlerubbetweenhisnoisyshimmeringwings,andanapinthehollowofmyhand,forheisanidlefriendlysoulwithplentyoftimeathisowndisposalandnoresponsibilities。
LookingacrossIcanwatchthemartinsatwork;theyhaveastarlingandasparrowfornearneighboursinthewoodengutter。
Onenestisalreadycompleteallbutthecoping,theothertwoarea-building:IwonderwhetherIortheywillbefirsttogosouththroughthemist。
Thisgreattreeisaworldinitself,andthedenizensappearfullofcuriosityastotheGulliverwhohastakenuphisabodebeneathit。Palegreencaterpillarsandspidersofallsizescomespinningdowntovisitme,andhavetobepersuadedwithinfinitedifficultytoascendtheirthreadsagain。Thereareflieswithbeautifuliridescentwings,beetlesofallshapes,someofthemliketinyjewelsinthesunlight。Theirnomenclatureisasealedbooktome;
oftheirlifeandhabitsIknownothing;yetthisisbutalittlecornerofthecosmosIamleaving,andIfeelnotsomuchdesireforthebeautytocome,asagreatlongingtoopenmyeyesalittlewiderduringthetimewhichremainstomeinthisbeautifulworldofGod\'smaking,whereeachmomenttellsitsowntaleofactive,progressivelifeinwhichthereisnoundoing。NatureknowsnaughtofthewebofPenelope,thatacmeofanxiouspatheticwaiting,butgoessteadilyonineverwideningcircletowardsthefulfilmentofthemysteryofGod。
Thereare,Itakeit,twomaster-keystothesecretsoftheuniverse,viewedSUBSPECIEAETERNITATIS,theIncarnationofGod,andthePersonalityofMan;withtheseitistrueforusasforthepantheisticlittlemanofcontemptiblespeech,that\"allthingsareours,\"yea,evenuntothethirdheaven。
Ihavelostmyvoraciousappetiteforbooks;theirlanguageislessplainthanscentandsongandthewindinthetrees;andformethecluetothenextworldliesinthewisdomofearthratherthaninthelearningofmen。\"LIBERAMEABFUSCINAHOPHNI,\"prayedthegoodBishopfearfulofreligiousgreed。Iknowtoomuch,nottoolittle;itisrealisationthatIlack,whereforeIdesiretheselastdaystoconfirminmyselfthesustaininggoodnessofGod,thelovewhichisourcontinuingcity,theNewJerusalemwhoselength,breadth,andheightareallone。Itisatimeofexceedingpeace。
Thereisaplacewaitingformeunderthefirsinthequietchurchyard;thankstomypovertyIhavenoworldlyanxietiesorpersonaldispositions;andIamrichinfriends,manyofthemunknowntome,wholavishlysupplymyneedsandmakeitidealtoliveonthecharityofone\'sfellow-men。Iammostgladlyindebttoalltheworld;andtoEarth,mymother,forhergreatbeauty。
IcanneverrememberthetimewhenIdidnotloveher,thismotherofminewithherwonderfulgarmentsandorderedloveliness,hertendercareandpatientbearingofman\'sburden。IntheearliestdaysofmylonelychildhoodIusedtoliechinonhandamidthemilkmaids,redsorrel,andheavyspear-grasslisteningtohermanyvoices,andabovealltothevoiceofthelittlebrookwhichranthroughthemeadowswhereIusedtoplay:Ithinkithasrunthroughmywholelifealso,toloseitselfatlast,notinthegreatseabutintheriverthatmakethgladtheCityofGod。
Valleyandplain,mountainandfruitfulfield;thelark\'ssongandthespeedwellinthegrass;surelyamanneednotsighforgreaterlovelinessuntilhehasreadsomethingmoreofthislivingletter,andkneltbeforethatearthofwhichheistheonlyconfusion。
Itisagravematterthatthewordreligionholdssuchawayamongus,makingtheverygapseemtoyawnagainwhichtheIncarnationonceandforeverfilledfull。Wehavebanishedtheprotectinggodsthatruledinriverandmountain,treeandgrove;wehavegainsayedforthemostpartfolk-loreandmyth,superstitionandfairy-tale,evilonlyintheirabuse。Wehavedoneawaywithmystery,ornameditdeceit。Allthiswehavedoneinanenlightenedage,butdespitethispolicyofdestructionwehaveleftourselvesabelief,thegrandestandmostsimpletheworldhaseverknown,whichsanctifiesthewaterthatisshedbyeverypassingcloud;andgathersupinitsgreatcentralactvineyardandcornfield,proclaimingthemtobethatLifeoftheworldwithoutwhichamanisdeadwhileheliveth。Further,itisabeliefwhosefoundationsarethemostheavenlymysteryoftheTrinity,butwhosecentreisalittleChild:itsetsapriceupontheheadofthesparrow,andreckonstherichesofthisworldattheirtruevalue;