The Missionary

Charlotte Brontë 1816 (Thornton, West Yorkshire) – 1855 (Haworth)



LOUGH, vessel, plough the British main,
Seek the free ocean's wider plain;
Leave English scenes and English skies,
Unbind, dissever English ties;
Bear me to climes remote and strange,
Where altered life, fast-following change,
Hot action, never-ceasing toil,
Shall stir, turn, dig, the spirit's soil;
Fresh roots shall plant, fresh seed shall sow,
Till a new garden there shall grow,
Cleared of the weeds that fill it now,­
Mere human love, mere selfish yearning,
  Which, cherished, would arrest me yet.
I grasp the plough, there's no returning,
  Let me, then, struggle to forget.

But England's shores are yet in view,
And England's skies of tender blue
Are arched above her guardian sea.
I cannot yet Remembrance flee;
I must again, then, firmly face
That task of anguish, to retrace.
Wedded to home­I home forsake,
Fearful of change­I changes make;
Too fond of ease­I plunge in toil;
Lover of calm­I seek turmoil:
Nature and hostile Destiny
  Stir in my heart a conflict wild;
And long and fierce the war will be
  Ere duty both has reconciled.

What other tie yet holds me fast
To the divorced, abandoned past?
Smouldering, on my heart's altar lies
The fire of some great sacrifice,
Not yet half quenched. The sacred steel
But lately struck my carnal will,
My life-long hope, first joy and last,
What I loved well, and clung to fast;
What I wished wildly to retain,
What I renounced with soul-felt pain;
What­when I saw it, axe-struck, perish­
Left me no joy on earth to cherish;
A man bereft­yet sternly now
I do confirm that Jephtha vow:
Shall I retract, or fear, or flee ?
Did Christ, when rose the fatal tree
Before him, on Mount Calvary ?
'Twas a long fight, hard fought, but won,
And what I did was justly done.

Yet, Helen ! from thy love I turned,
When my heart most for thy heart burned;
I dared thy tears, I dared thy scorn­
Easier the death-pang had been borne.
Helen ! thou mightst not go with me,
I could not­dared not stay for thee !
I heard, afar, in bonds complain
The savage from beyond the main;
And that wild sound rose o'er the cry
Wrung out by passion's agony;
And even when, with the bitterest tear
  I ever shed, mine eyes were dim,
Still, with the spirit's vision clear,
  I saw Hell's empire, vast and grim,
Spread on each Indian river's shore,
Each realm of Asia covering o'er.

There the weak, trampled by the strong,
  Live but to suffer­hopeless die;
There pagan-priests, whose creed is Wrong,
  Extortion, Lust, and Cruelty,
Crush our lost race­and brimming fill
The bitter cup of human ill;
And I­who have the healing creed,
  The faith benign of Mary's Son;
Shall I behold my brother's need
  And selfishly to aid him shun ?
I­who upon my mother's knees,
  In childhood, read Christ's written word,
Received his legacy of peace,
  His holy rule of action heard;
I­in whose heart the sacred sense
  Of Jesus' love was early felt;
Of his pure full benevolence,
  His pitying tenderness for guilt;
His shepherd-care for wandering sheep,
  For all weak, sorrowing, trembling things,
His mercy vast, his passion deep
  Of anguish for man's sufferings;
I­schooled from childhood in such lore­
  Dared I draw back or hesitate,
When called to heal the sickness sore
  Of those far off and desolate ?
Dark, in the realm and shades of Death,
  Nations and tribes and empires lie,
But even to them the light of Faith
  Is breaking on their sombre sky:
And be it mine to bid them raise
  Their drooped heads to the kindling scene,
And know and hail the sunrise blaze
  Which heralds Christ the Nazarene.
I know how Hell the veil will spread
  Over their brows and filmy eyes,
And earthward crush the lifted head
  That would look up and seek the skies;
I know what war the fiend will wage
  Against that soldier of the cross,
Who comes to dare his demon-rage,
  And work his kingdom shame and loss.
Yes, hard and terrible the toil
Of him who steps on foreign soil,
Resolved to plant the gospel vine,
Where tyrants rule and slaves repine;
Eager to lift Religion's light
Where thickest shades of mental night
Screen the false god and fiendish rite;
Reckless that missionary blood,
Shed in wild wilderness and wood,
Has left, upon the unblest air,
The man's deep moan­the martyr's prayer.
I know my lot­I only ask
Power to fulfil the glorious task;
Willing the spirit
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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