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We must not stand to gaze too long, Though on unfolding Heaven our gaze we bend,
Where lost behind the bright angelic throng We see Christ's entering triumph slow ascend.
No fear but we shall soon behold, Faster than now it fades, that gleam revive,
When issuing from his cloud of fiery gold Our wasted frames feel the true sun, and live.
Then shall we see Thee as Thou art, For ever fix'd in no unfruitful
gaze, But such as lifts the new-created heart, Age after age, in worthier love and praise.
SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION.
As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 1 St. Peter iv. 10.
THE Earth that in her genial breast
It floats at pleasure,
To nurse her treasure :
True to her trust, tree, herb, or reed,
Gives large increase :
And will not cease.
Woe worth these barren hearts of ours,
And water'd with more balmy showers,
Than e'er distilld
Yet nought we yield.
Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord, Largely thy gifts should be restor'd; Freely Thou givest, and thy word
Is, “ freely give." He only, who forgets to hoard,
Has learn’d to live.
Wisely Thou givest—all around
They pierce and strike,
With dew alike:
Even so, in silence, likest Thee,
e St. Matt. x. 8.
Tempering her gifts, that seem so free,
By time and place,
But finds her grace:
Eyes to the blind, and to the lame
By turns she brings,
Lends heaven-ward wings:
Leads them the way our Saviour went, And shews Love's treasure yet unspent ; As when th' unclouded heavens were rent
Opening his road, Nor yet his Holy Spirit sent
To our abode.
Ten days th' eternal doors display'd
Of souls that mourn,
Left orphans in Earth's dreary shade
As soon as born.
Open they stand, that prayers in throngs
To the true shrine,
In light divine;
The golden censer in his hand,
Of silent Love:
In act to move.
A little while, and they shall fleet
Speeding his flight,
On saints to light.