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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

A Charge

Herbert Trench (1865–1923)

IF thou hast squander’d years to grave a gem

Commission’d by thy absent Lord, and while

’Tis incomplete,

Others would bribe thy needy skill to them—

Dismiss them to the street!

Should’st thou at last discover Beauty’s grove,

At last be panting on the fragrant verge,

But in the track,

Drunk with divine possession, thou meet Love—

Turn at her bidding back.

When round thy ship in tempest Hell appears,

And every spectre mutters up more dire

To snatch control

And loose to madness thy deep-kennell’d Fears—

Then to the helm, O Soul!

Last; if upon the cold green-mantling sea

Thou cling, alone with Truth, to the last spar,

Both castaway,

And one must perish—let it not be he

Whom thou art sworn to obey!