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Though stain'd with Christian gore ;The blood of souls by Thee redeem'd, But, while I rov'd or idly dream'd, Lost to be found no more.
For oft, when summer leaves were bright, And every flower was bath'd in light,
In sunshine moments past,
My wilful heart would burst away
I thought it scorn with Thee to dwell,
While, gaily sweeping by,
Wild Fancy blew his bugle strain,
I would have join'd him-but as oft
My servant, let the world alone
"Safe on the steps of Jesus' throne
"Be tranquil and be blest.
"Seems it to thee a niggard hand
"That nearest Heaven has bade thee stand,
"The ark to touch and bear,
"With incense of pure heart's desire
"To heap the censer's sacred fire,
"The snow-white Ephod wear?”
Why should we crave the worldling's wreath, On whom the Saviour deign'd to breathe,
To whom his keys were given,
Who lead the choir where angels meet,
With angels' food our brethren greet,
When sorrow all our heart would ask,
And hide ourselves for calm;
Familiar by our pathway grow,
Around each pure domestic shrine
Bright flowers of Eden bloom and twine,
Our hearths are altars all;
The prayers of hungry souls and poor,
Like armed angels at the door,
Our unseen foes appal.
Alms all around and hymns within-
Where guards like these abound?
If chance some heedless heart should roam,
The joys, that sweetest in decay,
Fall not, like wither'd leaves, away,
But with the silent breath
Of violets drooping one by one,
Soon as their fragrant task is done,
Are wafted high in death!
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
He hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the knowledge of the Most High; which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling into a trance, but having his eyes open: I shall see him, but not now: I shall behold him, but not nigh: there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall arise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners of Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth. Numbers xxiv. 16, 17.
O FOR a sculptor's hand,
That thou might'st take thy stand,
Thy tranc'd yet open gaze
Fix'd on the desert haze,
As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees.
In outline dim and vast
Their fearful shadows cast
The giant forms of empires on their
To ruin one by one
They tower and they are gone,
Yet in the Prophet's soul the dreams of avarice stay.
No sun or star so bright
In all the world of light
That they should draw to heaven his downward eye:
He hears th' Almighty's word,
He sees the angel's sword,
the earth his heart and treasure lie.
Lo from yon argent field,
To him and us reveal'd,
One gentle star glides down, on earth to dwell.
Chain'd as they are below
Our eyes may see it glow,
And as it mounts again, may track its brightness well.
To him it glar'd afar,
A token of wild war,
The banner of his Lord's victorious wrath :
But close to us it gleams,
Its soothing lustre streams
Around our home's green walls, and on our church
We in the tents abide
Which he at distance eyed