I'Ve Seen Again The One Child

I've seen again the One child: verily, I felt the last wound open in my breast, The last, whose perfect torture doth attest That on some happy day I too shall die! Good icy arrow, piercing thoroughly! Most timely came it from their dreams to wrest The sluggish scruples laid too long to rest,- And all my Christian blood hymned fervently. I still hear, still I see! O worshipped rule Of God! I know at last how comfortful To hear and see! I see, I hear alway! O innocence, O hope! Lowly and mild, How I shall love you, sweet hands of my child, Whose task shall be to close our eyes one day!