Main Street, and Other Poems

<h2> Multiplication </h2> <h3> (For S. M. E.) </h3> <p>I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;<br/> I look my last upon His small and radiant prison-cell;<br/> O happy lamp! to serve Him with never ceasing light!<br/> O happy flame! to tremble forever in His sight!<br/> <br/> I leave the holy quiet for the loudly human train,<br/> And my heart that He has breathed upon is filled with lonely pain.<br/> O King, O Friend, O Lover! What sorer grief can be<br/> In all the reddest depths of Hell than banishment from Thee?<br/> <br/> But from my window as I speed across the sleeping land<br/> I see the towns and villages wherein His houses stand.<br/> Above the roofs I see a cross outlined against the night,<br/> And I know that there my Lover dwells in His sacramental might.<br/> <br/> Dominions kneel before Him, and Powers kiss His feet,<br/> Yet for me He keeps His weary watch in the turmoil of the street:<br/> The King of Kings awaits me, wherever I may go,<br/> O who am I that He should deign to love and serve me so?<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"></SPAN></p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />