_The Father of Heaven._ Cast a star therein to drown, Like a torch in cavern brown, Sink a burning star to drown Whelmed in eyes of Viola. _Angels._ Lave, Prince Jesus, a Star in eyes of Viola! V _The Father of Heaven._ Breathe, Lord Paraclete, To a bubbled crystal meet-- Breathe, Lord Paraclete-- Crystal soul for Viola. _Angels._ Breathe, Regal Spirit, a Flashing soul for Viola! VI _The Father of Heaven._ Child-angels, from your wings Fall the roseal hoverings, Child-angels, from your wings On the cheeks of Viola. _Angels._ Linger, rosy reflex, a Quenchless stain, on Viola! VII _All things being accomplished, saith the Father of Heaven_: Bear her down, and bearing, sing, Bear her down on spyless wing, Bear her down, and bearing, sing, With a sound of viola. _Angels._ Music as her name is, a Sweet sound of Viola! VIII Wheeling angels, past espial, Danced her down with sound of viol; Wheeling angels, past espial, Descanting on "Viola." _Angels._ Sing, in our footing, a Lovely lilt of "Viola!" IX Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola. _And her elders shall say_: So soon have we taught you a Way to weep, poor Viola! X Smile, sweet baby, smile, For you will have weeping-while; Native in your Heaven is smile,-- But your weeping, Viola? Whence your smiles, we know, but ah! Whence your weeping, Viola?-- Our first gift to you is a Gift of tears, my Viola! TO MY GODCHILD FRANCIS M. W. M. This labouring, vast, Tellurian galleon, Riding at anchor off the orient sun, Had broken its cable, and stood out to space Down some frore Arctic of the aerial ways: And now, back warping from the inclement main, Its vapourous shroudage drenched with icy rain, It swung into its azure roads again; When, floated on the prosperous sun-gale, you Lit, a white halcyon auspice, 'mid our frozen crew.