No force divine can love compel—
And though the song of sins forgiven
May sound through lowest hell,
Respects thy sanctity of will.
He giveth day—thou hast thy choice
To walk in darkness still,
Watches his own gray shadow fall,
Doubting, upon his path of night,
If there be day at all!
No wind of wrath may downward whirl,
No swords of fire keep watch about
The open gates of pearl—
Than song of earth a sweeter hymn,
May shine and sound forever on,
And thou be deaf and dim.
The guiding lights of Love shall burn—
But what if, habit-bound, thy feet
Shall lack the will to turn?
Thine ear of heaven's free welcome fail,
And thou a willing captive be,
Thyself thy own dark jail?
As the long years of God unroll
To make thy dreary selfishness
The prison of a soul!
The fetters from thy self-bound limb,
And dream that God can thee forsake
As thou forsakest Him!
—John Greenleaf Whittier
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