Grey wall in flame of light pacific washed, Shone out all golden like that flower all gold Which shoots through sunset airs an arrowy beam, In charity perfected moved the monks, No longer sad, a long procession forth, With foreheads smoothed as by the kiss of death On Oswald's grave, and, praying, wooed his prayer, Departed, in his heart the peace of God, Passions corrupt expelled, and demon snares, Irreverent love, and anger past its bound. 176 HOW SAINT CUTHBERT KEPT HIS PENTECOST AT CARLISLE. wanders among the woods of NorLater he lives alone in the island Saint Cuthbert while a boy thumbria, bringing solace to all. of Farne. Being made bishop, many predict that he will be able neither to teach his people nor to rule his diocese. His people flock to him gladly, but require that he should teach them by parable and tale. This he does, and likewise rules his diocese with might. He discourses concerning common life. Keeping his Pentecost at Carlisle, he preaches on that Feast and the Resurrection from the Dead. Herbert, an eremite, beseeching him that the two may die the same day, he prays accordingly, and they die the same hour. SAINT CUTHBERT, yet a youth, for many a year And promontories shadowing loneliest seas, Where lived the men least cared for, most forlorn, He sought, and brought to each the words of peace. Where'er he went he preached that God all Love; For, as the sun in heaven, so flamed in him The hare would couch her by his naked feet Prospering yet more in vigil and in fast; And paced its shores by night, and blent his hymns Those loved as children first, again he loved As youth and maid, and in them nursed that Faith He clasped the grey-grown sinner in his arms, Twelve winters passed: Then mandate fell upon the Saint from God, Or breathed upon him from the heavenly height, N Or haply from within. It drave him forth A hermit into solitudes more stern. 'Farewell,' he said, 'my brethren and my friends! Chanting to God one hymn! yet I must forth Farewell, my friends, farewell!' On him they gazed, And knew that God had spoken to his soul, And silent stood, though sorrowing. Long that eve, The brethren grieved, noting his vacant stall, Might well have fallen, behoof of countless souls! Forth he fared To Farne, a little rocky islet nigh, Where man till then had never dared to dwell, Raising from one poor strip his daily food, The clouds on-sailing, and by night the stars; The man lived on in vision still of God : Through contemplation known and as the shades Forever rushed the tumults of this world, Man's fleeting life, the rise and fall of states, Until the glory grew insufferable. Long years thus lived he. As the Apostle Paul, Clothed with God's grace; beside his feet they sat, So passed his life: There old he grew, and older yet appeared, By fasts outworn, though ever young at heart; |