Now (The disciple)

Now (The disciple)

(The Saviour of the World, Vol IV Book I Poem XVIII)

There be, with lingering look cast back,
In Good Old Times see joy they lack:

There be who fix their wistful gaze
On good shall come with Future Days:

There be, acknowledge Now and Here
Their times fulfilled with liberal cheer:—

They hunger not nor even thirst
Who know in Christ—their Last and First.