He  would  like   to  feel  that  his  task

was  done
With  clear  intelligence  of  the  time.
Wasting  nothing  on  mere  by-play.
But  filling  his  place  in  the  plan  sublime
God    worked  out  in   His   own  great

way.
Others  might  come  to  mend  it  soon,
To-morrow   a   different   work   might

need.
Men  must  change  with  the  changing

moon,
And  life  be  sung  to  another  tune.
And  shape  itself  to  a  larger  Creed.
Faith  in  God  was  the  only  way,
And  there  was  no  last  word  on  that

to  say.
"What   have   I  done?     I  have  only

told
My  flock  of  the  boundless  love  of  God,
Which  is  not  straitened,  but  doth  enfold
All  that  on  earth  have  their  abode,
All  in  the  Universe  that  dwell
In  the  heights  of  heaven,  or  the  depths

of  hell ;
For  there  is  no  shore  where  that  ocean

breaks
And  finds  its  limit :   God  is  not  there
Where  Love  is  not,  that  our  burden

takes ;
For  God  is  love,  and  is  everywhere.
And  I  told  them,  that  God  and  His

grace  and  work
Are  not  tied  fast  to  a  Bishop's  crook.
Are  not  shut  up  in  an  ordered  kirk.
Nor  yet  bound  up  in  a  printed  book,
For  all  good  thoughts  that  visited  them.
All  longings  for  the  pure  and  true,
All  from  His  inspiration  came  ;
And   there    was    not    an   erring    soul

but  knew
The  pleading  tones  of  the  Father's  love
Calling — calling  him  from  above.
And  I  taught  moreover  that  they  who

hear.
And  turn  from  the  evil  of  their  ways.
