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Is she less wise than leaves of spring,
She has a charm, a word of fire,
Not surer does each tender gem,
f 2 Esdras xiv. 10. The world hath lost his youth, and the times begin to wax old.
But miss the Judge behind the doors,
Yet is He there: beneath our eaves
But chiefly ye should lift your gaze
Think not of rest; though dreams be sweet, Start up, and ply your heaven-ward feet.
g See St. James v. 9.
Is not God's oath upon your head,
THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
What went ye out into the wilderness to see ? a reed shaken with the wind? But what went ye out for to see ? a prophet? yea, I say unto you, and more than a prophet. St. Matt. xi. 7, 8.
WHAT went ye out to see
O'er the rude sandy lea,
Or where Gennesaret's wave
Delights the flowers to lave,
All through the summer night
h Rhododendrons : with which the western bank of the lake is said to be clothed down to the water's edge.
Spread their soft breasts, unheeding, to the breeze,
Like hermits watching still
Around the sacred hill, Where erst our Saviour watch'd
The Paschal moon above
Seems like a saint to rove,
Below, the lake's still face
Sleeps sweetly in th’ embrace
Here may we sit, and dream
Over the heavenly theme,
Till on the grassy bed,
Where thousands once He fed,
O cross no more the main,
Wandering so wild and vain,
On listless dalliance bound,
Like children gazing round,
Bask not in courtly bower,
From robes of Tyrian die
eye To Bethlehem's glade, or Carmel's haunted strand.
Or choose thee out a cell
In Kedron's storied dell,
Among the olives kneel
The chill night-blast to feel, And watch the Moon that saw thy Master's agony.
Then rise at dawn of day,
And wind thy thoughtful way,
With due feet tracing round
The city's northern bound, To th' other holy garden, where the Lord was laid.
Who thus alternate see
His death and victory,