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Into a moment's vision : even as light
From west to east one thrilling ray
Wouldst thou the pangs of guilt assuage ?
Lo here an open page,
Written in balm, sad heart, for thee.
As Israel's crowned mourner felt
The absolver saw the mighty grief,
And hasten'd with relief ;-
'Twas gently spoke, yet heard on high,
c And all this leafless and uncolour'd scene
Shall Aush into variety again. Cowper.
Now spread their wings, and throng around
To the glad mournful sound, And welcome, with bright open face,
The broken heart to love's embrace.
And holy music, whispering peace
There drink : and when ye are at rest,
With that free Spirit blest,
The princely heart of innocence,
By all the trembling hope ye feel,
Think on the shame, that dreadful hour
When tears shall have no power,
f The fifty-first Psalm. 3 Ps. li. 12. Uphold me with thy free Spirit.” The original word
ingenuous, princely, noble.” Read Bishop Horne's Paraphrase on the verse.
seems to mean "
Should his own lay th' accuser prove,
Cold while he kindled others' love:
And a true voice to him may cry,
SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER
From whence can a man satisfy these men with bread here in the wilderness ? St. Mark viji. 4.
Go not away, thou weary soul:
Heaven has in store a precious dole
Where over rocks and sands arise
Proud Sirion in the northern skies, And Tabor's lonely peak, 'twixt thee and noon-day
And far below, Gennesaret's main
Spreads many a mile of liquid plain, (Though all seem gather'd in one eager bound,)
Then narrowing cleaves yon palmy lea,
Towards that deep sulphureous sea, Where five proud cities lie, by one dire sentence
Landscape of fear ! yet, weary heart,
Thou needst not in thy gloom depart, Nor fainting turn to seek thy distant home :
Sweetly thy sickening throbs are ey'd
By the kind Saviour at thy side ; For healing and for balm even now thine hour is
But one poor
No fiery wing is seen to glide,
fisher's rude and scanty store
Who men and angels daily feeds, And stills the wailing sea-bird on the hungry shore.
The feast is o'er, the guests are gone,
The breeze of eve sweeps wildly as of old
But far unlike the former dreams,
The heart's sweet moonlight softly gleams Upon life’s varied view, so joyless erst and cold.
As mountain travellers in the night,
When heaven by fits is dark and bright, Pause listening on the silent heath, and hear
Nor tràmpling hoof nor tinkling bell,
Then bolder scale the rugged fell, Conscious the more of One, ne'er seen, yet ever near :
So when the tones of rapture gay
On the lorn ear die quite away,
Seen daily, yet unmark'd before,
Earth's common paths are strewn all o'er With flowers of pensive hope, the wreath of man forgiven.
The low sweet tones of Nature's lyre
No more on listless ears expire, Nor vainly smiles along the shady way
The primrose in her vernal nest,
Nor unlamented sink to rest