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Still whispering glorious things unseen ?
Faith makes the vision plain.
The world would kill her soon : but Faith
Her daring dreams will cherish, Speeding her
o'er time and death To realms where nought can perish.
Or is it Love, the dear delight
Of hearts that know no guile, That all around see all things bright
With their own magic smile ?
The silent joy, that sinks so deep,
Of confidence and rest,
Clasp'd to a Mother's breast ?
Who, but a Christian, through all life
That blessing may prolong? Who, through the world's sad day of strife,
Still chant his morning song ?
Fathers may hate us or forsake,
God's foundlings then are we:
Mother on child no pity take“,
But we shall still have Thee.
We may look home, and seek in vain
A fond fraternal heart, But Christ hath given his promise plain
To do a brother's part.
Nor shall dull age, as worldlings say,
The heavenward flame annoy: The Saviour cannot pass away,
And with him lives our joy.
Ever the richest tenderest glow
Sets round th' autumnal sunBut there sight fails : no heart may know
The bliss when life is done.
Such is thy banquet, dearest Lord ;
O give us grace, to cast
And keep our best till last.
u Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb ? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Isaiah xlix. 15.
THIRD SUNDAY AFTER
When Jesus heard it, he marvelled, and said to them that followed, Verily unto you, I have not found so great faith, no not in Israel. St. Matthew viii. 10.
I MARK'D a rainbow in the north,
What time the wild autumnal sun
As glorying in his course half done,
It was a gleam to Memory dear,
And as I walk and muse apart,
I would revive it in my heart,
Light flashes in the gloomiest sky,
And Music in the dullest plain,
Over her flat and leafless reign,
Brighter than rainbow in the north,
More cheery that the matin lark,
Which on some holy house we mark ;
May dwell, unseen by all but Heaven,
Like diamond blazing in the mine;
It fears in open day to shine".
Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof. “ From the first time that the impressions of religion settled deeply in his mind, he used great caution to conceal it ; not only in obedience to the rule given by our Saviour, of fasting, praying, and giving alms in secret, but from a particular distrust he had of himself ; for he said he was afraid he Lest the deep stain it owns within Break out, and Faith be sham’d by the believer's sin.
In silence and afar they wait,
To find a prayer their Lord may hear:
You best may bring it to his ear.
Happy the soul, whose precious cause
You in the sovereign Presence plead“ This is the lover of thy laws",
“ The friend of thine in fear and need”_ For to the poor thy mercy lends That solemn style, “thy nation and thy friends.”
He too is blest, whose outward eye
The graceful lines of art may trace,
should at some time or other do some enormous thing, which if he were looked on as a very religious man, might cast a reproach on the profession of it, and give great advantages to impious men to blaspheme the name of God.” Burnet's Life of Hale, in Wordsworth's Eccl. Biog. vi. 73.
* He loveth our nation.