And well may ocean, and the silent cloud :
Butman, like whom thou walk'dst in heart and limb,
Sorrow and shame, not lofty thoughts for him:
His sin the cause that thou on earth wert seen,
Wearing thy glories with a grief-worn mien,
That each resemblance that thy name would bear
Must heavenly beauty dim with human care!
But now, sad thoughts, farewell: the pictured three,
Are safe in heaven at last, from sorrow free-
Christ on the throne of God-his birth-right meet,
And Martha-now like Mary, at his feet!
FORTH from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close,
And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
Cries out, "Where is it?"
LET others start back with affrighted eye
From the black horror-struck declivity;
Let others, with closed eyes and drooping head,
Hang o'er the quiet pillow of the dead.
All hail to thee, O Death! thou com'st to me Clad in no chilling gorgon panoply,
Mine eye unscath'd thy awful face hath scann'd,
I see no sword of terror in thy hand.
My head in gladness at thy feet I bow,
I see no darkening shadow on thy brow.
O messenger of hope and peace from God,
Bearer of joy and blessing, not the rod :
Thy hand, celestial soother of our cares,
From Paradise a torch of glory bears,
And gentle Faith, the Christian's angel-guide,
Unfolds a world of beauty at thy side!
Come then, dear Spirit, quickly, and unbind
The earthly chains that press upon my mind.
Oh, wherefore lingerest thou? Appear! Appear!
E'en now my spirit sorrows to be here,
Longing to that Great Being to ascend,
At once my bright beginning and my end!
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must press ;
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.
Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
When round thy wondrous works below
My searching, rapturous glance I throw,
Tracing out wisdom, power, and love,
In earth or sky, in stream or grove ;—
Or by the light thy words disclose
Watch Time's full river as it flows,
Scanning thy gracious providence,
Where not too deep for mortal sense :-
When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold ;-
Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I thee discern.
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live :
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
Thou Framer of the light and dark,
Steer through the tempest thine own ark ;
Amid the howling wintry sea,
We are in port if we have thee.
The rulers of this Christian land,
"Twixt thee and us ordain'd to stand,Guide thou their course, O Lord, aright, Let all do all as in thy sight.
Oh, by thine own sad burthen, borne
So meekly up the hill of scorn,
Teach thou thy priests their daily cross
To bear as thine, nor count it loss !
If some poor wandering child of thine
Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
Watch by the sick: enrich the poor
With blessings from thy boundless store :
Be every mourner's sleep to-night
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till in the ocean of thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
THE heart has tendrils, like the vine,
Which round another's bosom twine,
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