Classic Poem

I WEPT , and weeping said my tears between,
" O dead immortal Master, shall I chide
Life? — Thou hast lived it — Death? — and Thou hast died;
Or shall Thy servant hold it vile and mean
To see the things the Master's eye hath seen,
To tread the path the Master's feet have trod
Bright with the footsteps of the Living God;
Love what He loved, and be what He has been?"

And if it is alone that I must go,
And if I have no comrade at my side,
And if I search the vacant heavens and see
No hope or comfort — aye, if it be so,
O lonely spirit, think of Him who cried,
" My Father, why hast Thou abandoned Me?"