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 PREFACE. 
 
 pM^'O those whose "heart is as my heart" I 
 1 offer this little volume, the offspring of a 
 year's enforced pause amid the activities of 
 a busy ministry. I covet for it, chiefly, three 
 successes : that, if God wills, it may be a messenger 
 of mercy to the wandering; that it may be a 
 comforter to the troubled ; and that it may be a 
 memory of the writer to many friends. 
 
 W. M. P. 
 
 Redland, Ftbruary, 1867. 
 
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 Advent 11 
 
 Kpiphany 25 
 
 Faith, (Septwifjcsimu) 43 
 
 Hope, [Sexwjesima) 46 
 
 Love, ( Quinquagesina) 49 
 
 Lent 53 
 
 Easter 70 
 
 "Whitsuntide 91 
 
 Trinity 94: 
 
 SaBUATH MoiiMNG 189 
 
 Sabbath Evening 192 
 
 Christmas Day 197 
 
 Good Friday 200 
 
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 Jk: The voice of him tliat crietb in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, ^ 
 A malce straight in the desert a highway for our God. — Isaiah xl, 3. 'l 
 
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 Still speak the voices, not ^A-ith accents stern 
 
 Nor boding words of wrath, 
 As when the fieiy cross is wont to burn 
 
 Wlien pelts the frightened hail upon the panes, 
 Stern Winter rules as king : 
 The sweet-breathed zephyrs and the gentler rains 
 Herald the Spring. 
 
 Though from the wilderness the summons swells, 
 " For God the way prepare," 
 The spirit of a milder Advent dwells 
 
 Within its prayer. 
 
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 Straight to our hearts it reaches, 'mid the throngs 
 
 Of thoughts which come and go, 
 As on dull ears of age a mother's songs 
 
 Sound clear and low. 
 
 It beats upon the spirit with a sense 
 
 Of softest, holiest calm ; 
 A fragrant soul-myrrh ; — a kind influence 
 Of healing balm. 
 
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 He comes ! the Saviour ! haste to make him room ! 
 Speed with your contrite vows ! 
 Wear all the jewels ! scatter the perfume ! — 
 As fits a spouse. 
 

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 Prepare his way ! no wasteful tliouglits and rude, 
 
 No dalliance with sin, 
 Must greet his march, nor on his sight intrude 
 When he conies in. 
 
 When he is nigh, no lion-lust must walk 
 
 Over the swarded green ; 
 No ravening beasts through trampled pastures stalk 
 In rage unclean. 
 
 The way is called holy. All is still. 
 
 And j)ure, and heavenly bright, 
 As the sweet rose-hearts, which the dew-drops fill 
 On summer's night. 
 
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 Where quiet ones in thoughtful moments stray 
 
 He lingers by their side. 
 Flings a rare charm on their Emmaus-way, 
 And loves to 'bide. 
 
 In upper rooms, where tarry earnest souls. 
 
 He i:)asses through shut doors ; 
 And heaven comes floating in as mornmg rolls 
 On golden floors. 
 
 O Advent blessed ! Lord ! we wait for this 
 
 In hush of watching love ; 
 Wait in thy temple ; wait, to prove the bliss 
 All bliss above. 
 
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 Shed thy pvu-e love abroad, 
 And each heart shall become a clean and wide 
 " Highway for God." 
 
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 Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, 
 because it shall be revealed by fire; and the Are shall try every man's 
 work of what sort it is. —1 Corinthians iii, 13. 
 
 Y trifles, iii our common ways, 
 ! » Our characters are slowly piled : 
 --V, j We lose not all our yesterdays ; 
 <^=^ The man hath something of the child : 
 Part of the Past to all the Present cleaves, 
 As the rose-odors linger, e'en in fading leaves. 
 
 
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 The habits of each wayward hour 
 
 Increase by their indulgence gain, 
 Till we are slaves beneath their power ; 
 Yet all unconscious of our chain ; 
 And to our fancied independence cling, 
 As birds which, in their cage, the songs of Freedom sing. 
 
 Never did flood sweep through the vale 
 
 Without some ravage left behmd ; 
 Some wreck to turn a young face pale ; 
 Some household comfort undermined : 
 So hath each moment, used or wasted, left 
 To all an added grace, or of some charm bereft. 
 
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 As when the ancient Temple rose, 
 
 In silence must the work be done ; 
 As light upon the morning flows, 
 (The bright dower of the silent sun,) 
 So heedless men their busy tasks have plied, 
 Nor known what palaces were rising by their side. 
 
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 In ceaseless toil, from year to year, 
 
 Working with loath or willing hands. 
 Stone upon stone we shape and rear. 
 Till the completed fabric stands ; 
 And, wdien the last hush hath all labor stilled, 
 The searching fire will try what we have striven to build. 
 
 Or firm in its abiding strength, 
 
 Or starting from th' unstable sand, 
 " The day " shall manifest at length 
 
 Each cunning thought in secret planned ; 
 And woe to that which will not bear assay 
 When burns the testing flame, when breaks th' avenging 
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 Full oft, in some unhai3py night. 
 
 The fire hath wn'apt around a house 
 Where Care had hid his griefs from sight. 
 And slumber stole o'er aching brows. 
 And startled sleepers, 'mid the fiery strife, 
 Are rudely roused fi'om di-eams, and battle for dear life : 
 
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 Then all that darkness had concealed 
 
 Is by the ghastly dawn declared ; 
 And in that sick'ning light revealed, 
 No household mystery is sj^ared ; 
 There was no time to alter — 'mid the blaze ; 
 Just as tiiey were, they met the stranger's cmious gaze. 
 
 And is it to be so at last ? 
 
 All our life-work disclosed and tried ! 
 In memory of the faithless past 
 Who may the stern assize abide ? 
 Those who, on Sion's sure foundation old, 
 " Build " steadfast, day by day, the " silver " and the " gold." 
 
 
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Art thou lie that should come, or do we look for another? — Matthew xi, 3. 
 
 OWN tlie dark vale of time full many a glance, 
 From lier retu-ement lone, 
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 ;!;^2^^ Student of psalmist's song, or prophet's trance ; 
 
 (]\Ieek watcher through the ages ;) to descry 
 The Shiloh pledged of old, and hail his advent nigh. 
 
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 " Lo here ! lo there ! " on the bewildered sense 
 
 The haughty trumpets peal ; 
 
 The false Messiahs steal 
 Weak hearts away on shallowest pretense, 
 In new revolts to j)lace their fruitless trust. 
 Be Im-ed where danger fro-mis, then left to shame and dust. 
 
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 Let a frail reed be shaken by the wind, 
 
 And curious feet will i)ress 
 
 Into the wilderness. 
 Haply the long-expected Seer to find, 
 "Wliose day the Patriarch, through long years discerned. 
 At whose name old men leaped, and holy matrons yearned. 
 
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 % But in its noiseless march no infant's night -g, 
 
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 But thou, Lord ! wilt stoop to us infiiTu ; 
 
 Love to resolve our doubt, 
 
 And bring us gladly out 
 
 Of our soul's prison ; as from some dark germ 
 
 The sweet rose crimsons ; till, all doubt at rest, 
 
 We lie, like the Beloved, enraptured on thy breast. 
 
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 We too have mourned, because our carnal dream 
 
 Of pomp and courtly state, 
 
 And guards at palace gate- 
 Base lights of earthly kingdoms — did not gleam 
 Thy face around when thovi didst come to reign ; 
 But that thy crown was thorn — thy kingly tribute, pain. 
 
 Like the stern priests and scribes who made thee grieve, 
 
 We could not bear thy loss. 
 
 " But come down from the cross. 
 And our swift souls will hasten to believe.''' 
 O tear this Jewish traitor from within ! 
 O cast it from our hearts — this shame of earthly sin ! 
 
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 Bid us be of the malefactor taught — 
 The felon by thy side. 
 Who longed " with thee " to abide 
 
 In that new heaven just opened to his thought ; 
 
 And saw, while e'en discij^les' eyes waxed dim, 
 The royal hosts of God — the prostrate Seraphim. 
 
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 Still is our faith assured by thousand signs ; 
 
 The blind are beauty's heirs ; 
 
 And from demoniac lairs 
 Sound strange hosannas. E'en the dark grave shines 
 With heaven-light streaming through it at both ends— 
 A sepulcher disused, and tenantless of friends. 
 
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 'Mid the world's strife of tongues to thee we cling. 
 We cease our endless quest 
 For other than the best : 
 Thou art our Prophet, thou our Priest and King ! 
 Here will we give our home-sick longings o'er. 
 For Thou hast come ; our love, our avarice ask no more. 
 
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 Let your moderation be known i;nto all men. The Lord is at hand. Be 
 careful for nothing.— Piiilutians iv, 4, 5. 
 
 SPEAK not thus to hearts all palpitating 
 In changeful agonies of sad suspense ; 
 Which hope and dread by turns ; the days awaiting 
 With a numb, weary sense : 
 
 When all the glory from the heaven is vanished, 
 
 As fantasies of sleep before the dawn ; 
 While the poor hope, like exile newly banished. 
 Yet lingers — homeward drawn : 
 
 
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 Wlien, all the rapture of the summer over, 
 ' The flowers are withered in each woodland haunt. 
 And not a lark, from out the tufted clover, 
 Has heart enough to chant : 
 
 Wlien on the wall the shadows gather blanker, 
 
 Wliile hopeless illness wastes, or madness raves , 
 When the o"er-freighted bark, without an anchor, 
 Drifts on the scoffing waves : 
 
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 When all the store of love, so closely cherished, 
 By tyrant hand is snatched from the embrace ; 
 And all the light of the rich past has peiished 
 Out of the dumb white face : 
 
 When the struck souls lie prostrate with repining. 
 
 And look defiant on the happy sun. 
 Which shines so bright, they almost grudge his shining 
 And wish the day were done : 
 
 Wlien stern fate bids the heart live on, though breaking. 
 
 As palsy never lifted from the limbs, 
 Or, o'er a dead child, some crazed mother making 
 Rude melodies of hymns : 
 
 O heap not on these inner fires the fuel. 
 
 Nor tempt the loud rebellions you condemn ! 
 Grant them at least your silence. It were cruel 
 To speak of peace to them. 
 
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 Yet the words change not. " Be for nothing careful. 
 
 Neither for present want nor future dread ; 
 But while Christ tarrieth, let your spiiits prayerful 
 Keep listening for his tread." 
 
 Solemn they sound ; like angels of compassion 
 
 To this low world on some loved errand bent ; 
 And yet not angels, but in some strange fashion 
 With human natures blent. 
 
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 They bid us not rebel, in foulest treason 
 
 To every earthly faculty and faith ; 
 They meet our souls in truce, and furnish reasou 
 For all the Scripture saith. 
 
 
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 " The Lord at hand ! " then why should we surrender 
 
 To any meaner claim our spirits' keys ? 
 Or, faithless warders, open to pretender 
 
 What valor ne'er could seize ? 
 
 "Wliy, in our care-worn souls, should pulses riot 
 
 "With passion frenzied, or with joy elate, 
 When from God's calming presence breathes a quiet 
 Upon the heart and state ? 
 
 O what are these, our bitterest self-denials. 
 
 The griefs that make our roses drop so soon, 
 But God his children leading, through night's trials, 
 To an eternal noon ! 
 
 Then hush, ye passionate voices ! all-sustaining 
 
 Is the great comfort of our coming Lord ; 
 Already is the long sad midnight waning, 
 
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 TLey stoned Stephen, calling upcn God, and saying. Lord Jesus, receive 
 my spirit. — Acts vii, 59. 
 
 /^^^^^HEY cast him forth, fierce in their rage and hate, 
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 So bright, so pure, it seemed 
 As if already heaven had let down 
 
 Her child's awaiting crown. 
 
 He, of the martyrs' host the eldest born. 
 
 Reckless of earth's poor scorn, 
 
 Wise by the faith of many ripening years 
 Al)ove his T\dsest peers, 
 
 Through the dark vail of flesh the Godlicad knew. 
 And died to prove him true. 
 
 
 As when ^-ild clouds, struck l)y the lightning's brand 
 Deluge the frightened land, 
 
 So fell man's deadlier shower, more prompt to kill ; 
 Slave of more cruel will : 
 
 Soon on the ground a battered casket lay ; 
 
 The gem had 'scaped away. 
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 They gazed uijon the ruins of a prison, 
 
 From which a mmi had risen ; 
 
 And, like a sunrise on a d}-ing storm. 
 
 Came many an angel form, 
 
 And sang, amid a silence rapt and deep, 
 
 " He gives his loved ones sleep." 
 
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 ^Yhence was the goodly strength upon him poured 
 But from his visioned Lord? 
 
 Sttift, or to chide the wavering, or the o'erfi-aught 
 To Tsin to brighter thought, 
 
 Seen by a faith which nothing could estrange. 
 
 Through all life's cm-ves of change. 
 
 AMio look on Christ mto his image grow, 
 Bum with diviner glow, 
 
 Wrestle intrepid in the spirit's strife, 
 
 And gather strength for life ; 
 
 As troops are brave to scale the fire-swept hill 
 Bv dint of daily di-ill. 
 
 We crave thy likeness, Lord ! our upward eyes 
 "Would fain to thee arise ; 
 
 Leave each fau- pageant, each imholy shrine, 
 And, fastened all on thine, 
 
 Transformed by the blest gaze, aspire to stand 
 " Faultless " at thy right hand. 
 
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 Tbougli in theii* baffled rage the heathen groan, 
 
 Christ sits upon the throne. 
 To crush his foes, to screen his ovni from ill. 
 
 Kingly, he sitteth still ; 
 " Exijecting," not imj^atient, till the chime 
 
 Shall somicl the last of Time. 
 
 But, when fi-om raurcFrous hands the martyrs break, 
 
 He rises — for their sake ; 
 He, whom no shock of battled worlds could move, 
 
 In recomi3ensing love, 
 Rises., to give, whene'er his Stephens come, 
 
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 A little leaven leavenetb the whole lump.— 1 Coeintoians v, C. 
 Whatsoever a man sowcth that shall he also reap.— Galatians vl, 7. 
 
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 J^ Or froth of Ocean's pride ; 
 
 For tilings, on which no thought we spare, 
 ^.^ / The mightiest forces hide. 
 As slumbers, in the clod, the fire. 
 As lingers music in the lyre, 
 So future destinies are born 
 From hours of prayer, or hours of scorn. 
 
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 Nor small nor great is known ; 
 He paints the tiniest flowret-cells 
 O'er emerald meadows stro\\Ti ; 
 And sees, but not with kinder eyes. 
 The heavens grow rich with sunset dyes ; 
 Both niinistrant to beauty's sense. 
 Both signs of one Omnipotence. 
 
 He comes not forth with pageant grand 
 "a/ His marvels to perform ; 
 
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 A grain of dust, if lie arnir.ge, 
 The fortunes of a planet change. 
 An insect reef can overwhelm 
 The stately navies of a reahn. 
 
 There are no trifles. Arks as frail 
 
 As bore God's prince of old, 
 On many a buoyant Nile stream sail 
 
 The age's heirs to hold. 
 From Jacob's love on Joseph shed, 
 Came Egypt's wealth and Israel's 1)read ; 
 From Ruth's chance gleaning in the corn. 
 The Psalmist sang ; the Cluist was born. 
 
 Each sjjirit weaves the robe; it wears 
 
 From out life's busy loom, 
 And common tasks and daily cares 
 
 Make up the threads of doom. 
 Wouldst thou the vailed future read ? 
 The harvest answereth to the seed. 
 Shall Heaven e'er crown the victor's brow ? 
 Ask tidings of the battle now. 
 
 O wise beyond all wa-itten page 
 
 Are those who learn to say, 
 " Less worth were centuries of age 
 
 Than golden hours to-day ! " 
 For in the present all the past 
 And future years are folded fast. 
 And in each laden moment lie 
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 Ileturn unto tliy rest, O my soul. — Psalm cxvi, 7. 
 
 -'HERE is the rest we long to gain, 
 The rest beyond decaying ? 
 i^^~^^=^^ Our life-long chase of shadows vain 
 --^N>i^^ '^ ^'"^^ wrought our heart's betraying; 
 Our harps are sadly mute from sound, 
 
 And hang on strangers' willows ; 
 Our dove no sheltering home hath found. 
 But wearies o'er the billows. 
 
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 In restless pain we heave and toss 
 
 Like playthings of the Ocean ; 
 And mourn -with sharpest pangs of loss 
 
 Dead objects of devotion. 
 We follow light where'er it gleams, 
 
 Though marsh and mist encumber ; 
 We reign, anomted kings, — in dreams, — 
 
 But wake, forlorn, from slumber. 
 
 We grasp at grains of shining dust. 
 But in the grasp they perish ; 
 
 We put in men's applause our trust — 
 It cheats the hopes we cherish. 
 
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 Each wreath we weave for pleasure ; 
 
 But restless still we scale the heights, 
 Or search the mines for treasure. 
 
 O, naught of earth can e'er avail 
 
 While Eden-mem'ries haunt us ! 
 Our longings are on larger scale 
 
 Thau lower worlds can grant us. 
 We pant within the vail to be, 
 
 To roam in fields elysian, 
 And, "in his beauty," God to see 
 
 Nor die beneath the vision. 
 
 He only " in His likeness " made 
 
 Our souls in the beginniBg ; 
 And he the costlier ransom paid 
 
 To bar the doom of sinning. 
 He who the stars in courses keeps, 
 
 And governs cold Orion ; 
 He lifts us from the restless deeps, 
 
 And plants om- feet on Sion. 
 
 To Him, long strayed, we venture back, 
 Nor 'mong dark mountains wander; 
 
 God pledges peace upon the track, 
 And endless welcomes yonder. 
 
 E'en now each grateful spirit hears 
 His voice the lost ones calling — 
 
 " Return ! your eyes shall cease from tears, 
 
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 But Tvhile men slept, Lis enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, 
 and went his way.* — Matthew xill, 25. 
 
 f^ HE furrows are straiglitly drawn 
 In the freshly-opened soil, 
 And in the blush of the amber dawn 
 The sower goes forth to toil. 
 
 He fears not the winter's frown ; 
 
 He knows, as he hastens on. 
 From each good seed that he flingeth down 
 
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 And if some one asketh, Whence 
 'Mid the precious come the vile ? 
 
 'Tis when slumber steals the captive sense 
 The enemy works his wile. 
 
 Ah me ! how often are stro-mi, 
 
 In the wider human field, 
 Those evil seeds which, untimely sown, 
 
 Will a baneful harvest }deld ! 
 
 The enemy doth not sleep, 
 
 But, as with an eldritch spell, 
 He works, with a barbarous craft and deep, 
 
 The ill from the seeming well. 
 
 He breathes on the good desire. 
 
 And stifles its upward aim ; 
 He kindles the passion's lambent fire 
 
 Into a mm-derous flame. 
 
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 In the feebleness of fright ; 
 He clouds the heaven till the pole-star fails 
 
 To cheer the mariner's sight. 
 
 Restless and fierce as a flood 
 
 Which death on its bosom bears — 
 
 Thus ever at work to blight the good, 
 The enemy soweth tares. 
 
 Watch ! Watch by the furi-ows dark, 
 
 Till the weary night is done. 
 And o'er the ridges the herald-lark 
 
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 The Truth Incarnate through her streets in weary sojourn 
 
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 And, truer than her i^riesthood knew, her Temple guested 
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 Spoke sadly in her stately halls one waruuig, and no more ; 
 But God's own Son revealed himself by many a healing sign, 
 And from theii' graves the dead came forth to witness him 
 
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 No lightnings clave the shuddering air around his Saviour- 
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 No hearts turned, sick'ning, from a voice which spake of 
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 So o'er tliat city proud and stern no contiitc silence fell ; 
 But louder rang her rebel songs, and scornful in her pride, 
 Alike the love of Heaven she spurned, and wrath of Heaven 
 
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 The sun shone bright o'er Nineveh, and every marble street 
 
 Was filled with morning greetings, and Tvith fall of hurry- 
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 Aloft the sounding voices swelled tkrough all the slum- 
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 From mart of many traders, and from Nisroch's fane of 
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 Till, \di\\ a wail which reached to God, that mighty city 
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 That^ hard as is the triple mail or boss of brazen shield ! 
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 He was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they 
 
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 When even was come, the ship was in the midst of the sea, and he 
 
 alone on the land. And he saw them toiling in rowing; for the 
 
 wind was contrary unto them. — Mark vi, 47, 48. 
 
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 Faster falls the cloud-heart's raining ; 
 
 Lightnings leap from thunder-caves ; 
 Through the dead'ning midnight straining. 
 
 Wild eyes shine across the waves. 
 
 O how oft men weary, gazing 
 
 For some radiant help from far. 
 While above them, downward blazing. 
 
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 Lay their Lord, in human sleep 
 Calm as childhood's — while unsparing 
 
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 Vassals to his sov'reign will, 
 Fiercest wind or angriest ocean 
 
 Instant at his word are still. 
 
 O'er Genncsaret, wildlj^ blowng, 
 
 Chafe the sullen wmds again. 
 While the voyagers " toil in rowing," 
 
 With a dull impatient pain. 
 Deeper looms the dark before them, 
 
 Wearier grows each slack'ning hand. 
 No loved presence bending o'er them ; 
 
 Hopeless night and distant land. 
 
 Louder roars the surge's clangor. 
 
 Which the trouliled moon shines o'er ; 
 And the surf-waves, white with anger. 
 
 Dash in battle on the shore : 
 But the Lord, his own beholding. 
 
 Watches o'er their roused alarms. 
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 Yet the promised help forbeareth ; 
 
 Hush of blast, or glimpse of morn. 
 Then the waiting Saviour maketh 
 
 O'er the storm his path of peace ; 
 From the wave the frenzy breaketh ; 
 
 In the heart the discords cease. 
 
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 Lessons by these tempests taught : 
 Willeth Christ to lift the craven 
 
 Into realms of braver thought. 
 When with him we sojourn longer, 
 
 And the heart has stronger grown ; 
 Rageth then the storm-cloud stronger. 
 
 And we brave the blast alone. 
 
 While untried we strive and wrestle 
 
 In our yet unripened strength, 
 Christ will slumber in the vessel, 
 
 And T\all speak the calm at length. 
 Through the wilder tempest scathless, 
 
 While we bravely breast the wave, 
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 The glance of an untroubled eye, 
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 All sunshine on the upward face ; 
 
 All meekness in the folded palms ; 
 
 As some fair girl, who asketh alms 
 For her blmd lather in his place : 
 
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 Yes ! this is Faith, a patient guest. 
 Content to wait till fuller time ; 
 And nourishing a trust sulilime 
 
 That she shall grasp the heavenliest. 
 
 The bliss of those who " have not seen ; " 
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 The honor of the Father's Name ; 
 For though the world may fill with blame, 
 
 The child goes jDroudly in and out. 
 
 Within itself its evidence 
 
 Has mastered fear and captured thought ; 
 
 And all things seem as if o'erwrought 
 By pressure of celestial sense. 
 
 Of old, the venturous Genoese 
 
 Stood in a great thought calm and stem 
 'Mid rebel crew, his prow to turn 
 
 Through the vast reach of westward seas. 
 
 Careless, though the vexed waters swirled, 
 Like hate and envy's meaner things ; 
 Until the land-bird's timid wings 
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 "•^^T^ While the shrill wuid whistles in A\dntry airs 
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 No sunny gleam in the leaden day, 
 
 No blithe companions around, 
 Silent he scatters the seed away 
 
 In the cold, imcertain ground. 
 
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 In its boisterous glee, about ? 
 
 O who can tell of the sower's cares. 
 
 As he wanders lone and mute. 
 And lightens his labors ■wdth many jjraycrs 
 
 For the generous gift of fruit ? 
 
 For some may fall where travelers tread, 
 
 And the wild birds round it flock ; 
 And some where the ftuTow is sj^arsely s^jread 
 
 O'er a scarp of stubborn rock ; 
 
 And some amid ranker thorns, which hide 
 
 The sun from the seed he leaves ; 
 It were strange if ever the country-side 
 
 Should wave with the whitening sheaves. 
 
 Though clouds may gather, and winds may sigh, 
 
 And scofibrs deride his deed, 
 Yet ever from sunrise hastening by 
 
 The sower soweth the seed. 
 
 O, brave and bold is the sower's heart, 
 
 With his darkling fears to cope, 
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 And he scattereth still to that inward song, 
 
 For duty fulfilled hath peace. 
 
 'Twere pleasanter work, A\dth the flower-crowned. 
 And the harvest laugh of friends ; 
 
 But the God who blesses the fruitful ground. 
 The bliss of the seed-time sends. 
 
 And though lonely toil on earth is sad, 
 'Mid the frown of wintry weather, 
 
 The sowers and reapers — where all is glad — 
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 The patent of a heavenly rank ; 
 The signet of a heavenly smile ; 
 
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 Forgiving, though she suffers long. 
 From low susi)icion n()l)ly free, 
 
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 Of chariots' whirl and trumpets' l^lare : 
 
 Labor hath but distemiDcred joys, 
 
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 And Zeal's wild lightnings cleave the gloom. 
 
 Lurid as torches in a tomb. 
 
 For men are thankless all, and prone 
 To think white raiment hides a scar ; 
 
 And Doubt's complaining under-tone 
 
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 Love bears the glance, for Love is true. 
 
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 The stormiest surge of mortal strife ; 
 
 And when we die, and dies all else 
 Of goodlmess or charm in life. 
 
 To fairer worlds translated high 
 
 Love passes the death-angel by. 
 
 
 Faith cannot scale the jasper walls; 
 
 She bows and dies before the gate ; 
 And Hope in mortal faintness falls, 
 
 With blest fruition satiate : 
 But Love aliides — the lasting grace — 
 For Love is native to the place. 
 
 
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 E'er harbor such celestial guest ? 
 
 She dwells with consecrated j)owers — 
 The pure intent, the blameless breast; 
 
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 The barlj is in our heart to-day ; 
 
 Sore crushed with sense of ail and sin, 
 We feebly strive and faintly pray, 
 
 'Gainst danger near, for grace within. 
 
 "We mourn our pride and passion's stain, 
 The earthly in our hearts enshrined ; 
 
 The rebel flesh, too oft in vain 
 Commanded by the nobler mind; 
 
 And all of human curse or care 
 
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 Who wore for us the crown of thorn 
 He bade us to " anoint the head ; " 
 
 The Christian fast is manly borne. 
 
 Sad with the smart of contrite pain, 
 
 We keej) apart our vigils lone, 
 And inly weep, like her of Nain, 
 
 The tears which melt the heart from stone. 
 
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 The otfended Saviour passeth by 
 
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 Though fiercely the proud waters roll ; 
 
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 The bird with morning in his soul. 
 
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 Chastened by him, before his feet 
 
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 His strength invoke, his love entreat. 
 Who saith, " I will not always chide." 
 
 Then ready or for work or war. 
 
 We keep the fast which he doth choose ; 
 And in his service valiant are, 
 
 " The bands of wickedness to loose." 
 
 Thus, from our Lent, his grace shall make 
 An easier road from earth to heaven ; 
 
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 For in that lie himself hath sufi'ercd being tempted, he is able to succour them 
 
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 ^^lERCELY on Salem's towers and liUls 
 The hot sun striketh down ; 
 The feverish pulse of summer thrills 
 The desert bare and brown ; 
 As, Spirit-guided, through the languid air, 
 Moves one sad form apart for lasting, strife, and prayer. 
 
 Nature hath no foreboding voice ; 
 
 No battle trumpets blow ; 
 The heedless sons of men rejoice ; 
 The mornings come and go ; 
 But in that desert deadlier conflict nears 
 Than where the chariots roll, or glance the glittering spears. 
 
 The lists are spread. In solemn tryst, 
 
 In God's eternal plan, 
 'Tis here the Satan tempts the Christ, 
 As once he tempted man. 
 And shall he triumph, as on Eden's field ? 
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 That keenest strife uj^on ? 
 "Why sing we, Avhen, to nether skies, 
 The baffled fiend has gone ? 
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 Mighty with God to intercede, 
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 Vainly he tells of woiuid or scar 
 
 Wlio ne'er took sword in hand ; 
 Idly he speaks of ocean's war 
 Who sees it fi'om the strand. 
 The " visage marred " begets the sei]^e of pain ; 
 Our own tears give the power all other tears t' explain. 
 
 So, Jesus ! in this school of scorn. 
 Though thou wert Son Di\'ine, 
 The whispered sin, the troubling thorn, 
 The thought of shame were thine. 
 " Tempted in all points." Be thy name adored 
 For this true humanness — om* Brother, Saviour, Lord ! 
 
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 Loving and faithful ! we require 
 
 Nothing apart from thee ; 
 Anointed by this clrrisni of fire 
 Our true High Priest we see ; 
 And boldly ventiu-e through life's wildering maze, 
 Brave because thou, O Chiist, didst tread the self-same way 
 
 When joerils round us threat'ning hang, 
 
 Or arduous duties press. 
 And yielding flesh would 'scape the pang, 
 Or make the trouble less. 
 By coward means, we think of Him who bore. 
 And spm-ned the unhallowed thought in ages long before. 
 
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 Presumption spreads her snares, 
 And ca^jtive leads the spirit, bound 
 "With chain of needless cares ; 
 " Thou shalt not tempt the Lord " — this word of power 
 Our souls shall weapon through the dark, deceitful hour. 
 
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 Suggests the atheist lie, 
 And bids us, at his Moloch-thi'one, 
 To pay our homage high, 
 Humble, but daimtless, through our Lord's defense, 
 We speak the words rebukmg — Satan, get thee hence ! 
 
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 Most grateful m the desert lone 
 
 The rock its shadow flings ; 
 Most gentle where the grass is mowTi 
 The dew its coolness bring-s ; 
 And, after struggle, to the wearied breast 
 Earth hath no paradise so sweet as perfect rest. 
 
 So when the demon-thoughts are fled, 
 
 Angels come trooping dowTi 
 To fan the brow, and lift the head. 
 And bring the palm and crown ; 
 We see the vision, hear the ai)proval given ; 
 The Master smiles "Well done," and in that smile is 
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 And it shall come to pass in that day that the light shall not be clear, 
 nor dark ; hut it shall be one day which shall be known unto the 
 Lord, not day, nor night; but it shall come to pass, that at evening 
 time it shall be light. — Zechauiah xiv, 6, 7. 
 
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 p^EERCE through the hind the invader sweeps, 
 As sudden from the glacier-steeps, 
 Tlie avahinche in fury leaps. 
 
 Sad silence in her banquet-halls, 
 Confusion on her leaguercd walls, 
 Darkly the curse on Judah falls. 
 
 Their fathers' graves the stranger owns, 
 All plaintive are the minstrel tones, 
 For " none take pleasure in her stones." 
 
 On every heart there comes the blight 
 Of wish, almost of hope. No sight 
 Of sun or star — dim, troubled light. 
 
 "Not clear, nor dark," the Lord hath said, 
 A gleam through angry clouds o'erhead, 
 A dull gray morning, flecked vni\\ red. 
 
 Who knows not this ? To us 'tis given 
 
 Into this desert to be diiven. 
 
 Faint hope on earth, famt glimpse of heaven. 
 
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 Dark fears too vague to be ex2)ressed, 
 A feverish gaspmg after rest. 
 
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 How oft the fitful lights appear 
 Which burn for mortal cjuiclance here ! 
 
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 Then from the depths we cry afar 
 If haply some kind Bethlehem-star 
 Will lead us where our mercies are ; 
 
 And the Lord's presence brings its balm. 
 
 As on the ancient lake a calm. 
 
 We hush the sob, we raise the psalm. 
 
 " Known to the Lord:" this gospel will 
 All our unrestful miu'murs still. 
 Our hearts with patient gladness fill. 
 
 If he, our Savioar, knows om- pain. 
 Each wearying hour, each sad refrain. 
 Shall end in joy, as clouds in rain. 
 
 And if the shadows denser frown. 
 And clasj) us like an ebon crown — ■ 
 They break before the sun goes down. 
 
 " At even, light," the promise runs- 
 Bright as with pomp of many suns, 
 Whispered to God's beloved ones. 
 
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 As lightning from the tempest torn, 
 
 So, ere the night a ne^ver morn 
 
 Is from the ffatherins; darkness born. 
 
 Bm'sts ui3on even-tide the day, 
 The shadows are dispersed for aye. 
 The crimson glows above the gray. 
 
 Ne'er is that westermg splendor jjast ; 
 To heaven's own noon it broadens fast, 
 And while God liveth it shall last. 
 
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 And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the 
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 As, in thy ways, thy tireless goodness shines. 
 
 Happy the men who, while the tide 
 
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 So, timely-curious, Moses came 
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 Startled to watch the unwonted fire. 
 
 Nor guessing, as it leaped the higher. 
 That in its midst was shrined the hidden God. 
 
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 This morn like other moms had seemed ; 
 Of naught the musing Shejjherd dreamed 
 
 Beyond the common round ; 
 When bursts upon his dazzled eyes 
 Of that " great sight " the quick surprise, 
 And the Voice bade him rev'rence '' holy ground." 
 
 \ 'Tis often thus. Life's duteous deeds 
 
 ■ Are steps by which " the angel " leads 
 
 To " greater things than these :" 
 As Simon from Tiberias' breast 
 Was summoned l)y his Lord's behest 
 Of the new Gospel-realm to hold the keys. 
 
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 O, not from far — j^eneath — above 
 We vainly quest incarnate Love ; 
 God all around we see ; 
 Though banished into dreariest wild,- 
 The Father talkcth with the Child— 
 His holy j)lace the one lone desert tree. 
 
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 The stammered Avord, the slender praise. 
 The poor, the young, the friendless raise,- 
 
 The homage, long delayed. 
 He will not e'er reject with scorn, — 
 He, who of old the wilding thorn 
 In Midian's waste His bright pavilion made. 
 
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 Wliat angel word, what mystic sign 
 Revealed the hidden Guest divine, 
 
 By earth and heaven adored, 
 We know not ; but a look, a tone, 
 A blessing, made the Godhead known : 
 Christ spake but " Mary," and she knew the Lord. 
 
 
 The light is bom out of the dark ; 
 Then let us humbly wait and hark 
 
 For whisper or for word : 
 The grandest message of God's Ups, 
 His most sublime apocalypse, 
 Oft from the fiercest heart of flame is heard. 
 
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 The way in which the heavenly news 
 Our sjjirits shall inspire ! 
 Welcome or pain, or awe, or fear. 
 If but our honored souls may hear 
 Thy voice, Lord ! though thou shalt speak " by fire." 
 
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 The hour is come that the Son of man should be glorified. Now is 
 my soul troubled: and what shall I say? Father, save me from this 
 hour? but for this cause came I unto this hoiu-. Father, glorify thy 
 name. — John xii, '23-28. 
 
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 His followers from their feverish dream ; 
 9/^ And his high ijuqiose to redeem, 
 Forth on the startled silence breaks. 
 
 Who can the loving mystery read ? 
 
 Glory and death ! O wedlock strange ! 
 
 Can anguish thus to honor change ? 
 Do martyrs triumph while they bleed ? 
 
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 Doth joy, the truant, lurk in pain ? 
 
 Is life concealed in bitter cup ? 
 
 How can fair visions kindle up 
 From panting heart and bm-dened brain ? 
 
 Gaze the disciples on their Lord. 
 
 No wonder that their asking eyes, 
 
 Which court, the while they di-ead, rejjlies, 
 
 Should lonsr for some assuring word. 
 
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 The human fear, the human will, 
 New agonies impending still — 
 
 The mysteiy of the Father's frown. 
 
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 Dark earth, blue heaven all clouded o'er, 
 The strange and lonely strife with sin — 
 O, ne'er was kingdom ushered in 
 
 By heralds sad as these before ! 
 
 The highest glory is not where, 
 'Mid crimson clouds, the tight is won ; 
 'Tis to reclaim the erring son, 
 
 Long used the sinful yoke to bear. 
 
 Better to clothe with com the -^-ild 
 ThaJi track the fire-path of a star ; 
 Less the proud sons of science are 
 
 Than clown who saves a di'0A\iiing child. 
 
 Tlirough death the world is raised above 
 Its alien curse and kindi'ed dust ; 
 We on the cross read, "God is just," 
 
 But in the ofieiijig, " God is love." 
 
 Tlie wheaten com which falls and dies. 
 In autumn's plenty richly waves ; 
 &o, from the loathsome i^lace of graves, 
 
 With Christ, our elder, we may rise. 
 
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 From death comes life. The hand of God 
 This direst curse to good transforms ; 
 So purest air is bom of storms ; 
 So bursts the harvest from the clod. 
 
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 The highest benedictions hide 
 Where sacrifice is pure and true ; 
 And our poor self-denials, too, 
 
 If done for Christ, in him abide. 
 
 But hark ! the trouble breaks in prayer. 
 As billows on the patient beach ! 
 O tell us, Jesus, how to reach 
 
 The marvel and the comfort there ! 
 
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 Some brave ones, who thy name confessed. 
 Have tossed away their lives in sjiort, 
 And gone to death, as kings to court, 
 
 And hailed him with wild words of jest. 
 
 But we this high excitement lack, 
 
 And shrink from pain, and droop in loss. 
 And only want to bear the cross. 
 
 When Thou hast placed it on the back. 
 
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 And Thou our pattern art, not they ; 
 
 And thou hast wept : then we may grieve 
 Some joy to lose, some friend to leave, 
 
 Into the darkness gone away. 
 
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 Wlien all life's light is in ecliijse, 
 
 " O, if thou canst, my Father, spare ! " 
 These accents of thy garden-prayer 
 
 Will quiver from imploring lips. 
 
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 Thou dost forbid to jDass away. 
 Then help us from the heart to say, 
 
 •' My Father wills it, I must chink." 
 
 Braver to feel " Thy will be done," 
 Because we first had cried aloud : 
 We see the rainbow in the cloud. 
 
 We know beyond it shines the sun. 
 
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 ^'^w3 In hoi^e — 'tis all we can — to look 
 
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 The winter of our grief renew ; 
 
 For in the tomb, where Christ is laid, 
 Our faith, alas ! is buried too. 
 
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 " ' We trusted,' — 'twas a pleasant ch-eam, 
 By rudest waking overthrown,— 
 
 • That He our Israel would redeem,' 
 And, peerless, reign on Salem's tlu'one. 
 
 " That hojDe is gone ; but memory cleaves 
 
 In blissful trance to Jesus yet, 
 And through her tears still sits and weaves 
 
 The past into one long regret. 
 
 
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 " Come where tliose funeral olives wave, — 
 The city sleeps, the mom is fair ; — 
 
 Love yearns to see the garden-grave — 
 Come, let us weep and worship there." 
 
 Tlius, as their mighty sorrow spoke. 
 Forth the true-hearted women went : 
 
 Then the unhoped-ibr morning broke 
 Upon their night of discontent. 
 
 Not always bending o'er the una 
 
 Of missed and mom-ned ones should we lie ; 
 When sorrow doth to duty turn. 
 
 Strong consolation waiteth by. 
 
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 Grieving for Christ all griefs above, 
 Wlio by the grave stand, meek and dumi), 
 
 With troubled faith, but constant love. 
 To them the visioued angels come. 
 
 Hark ! how the sounds their hearts revive ! 
 
 " Not here, but risen," as he said ; 
 " The Lord ye love is yet alive — 
 
 Wliy seek the living 'mong the dead ? " 
 
 Glad news ! and not alone for those 
 Who gathered round that sacred place ; 
 
 Like some rich river's song it flows ; 
 A gospel for a ruined race. 
 

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 O, oft from out tlie darkest mine 
 A costlier gem the toiler bears ; 
 
 O, oft the heavenliest hope can shine, 
 Struck from the heart of old despairs. 
 
 
 Jesus is risen ! Silent now, 
 
 Not frantic, are the tears we weep 
 
 O'er glazing eye, and marble brow. 
 And dear ones in the dreamless sleep. 
 
 Jesus is risen ! The fight is o'er ; 
 
 Death to his own destruction hurled ; 
 Man from the heaven is barred no more ; 
 
 Easter hath dawned upon the world. 
 
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 They returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the 
 Sabbath day, accirdinir to the commandment.- — Luke xxiii, 50. 
 
 ^"''^'-WIIEEEFORE should those hands of love 
 I ,^^ yf Their fragrant work forbear ? 
 '^%^r^ Such task as theirs will mount above, 
 ^-l^z Like incense of a prayer; 
 If they should fixlter or suspend 
 'Twere treason to that matchless Friend, 
 Wlio, loving, " loved them to the end." 
 
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 Their affluent love to doubt ; 
 The heart-fires which have burned so long 
 
 Have not at once gone out ; 
 Love born of Love forever will 
 The life with generous pulses fill. 
 Surviving scorn, and shame, and ill. 
 
 " They rested," as did He, when fii-st, 
 
 Obedient to his hand. 
 The light on formless darkness burst. 
 
 And at his high comaiand 
 Celestial beauty clothed the wild. 
 And stars in ordered courses smiled 
 On earth — God's work ; and man — his child. 
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 Better to serve than to deplore." '% 
 
 "Spices and ointments," — piiceless these fjA., 
 
 Poor symbols of regard ; ,^ 
 
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 Nor fails he to reward ; l| 
 
 But love hath struck its deepest chord, V 
 
 When, rather than emljalm the Lord, % 
 
 " They rested," to obey his word. 
 
 " They rested," thoughtless of the meed 
 
 The first day's morn would bring ; 
 Nor dreamed that from such painful see I 
 
 Such harvest e'er could spring ; 
 When lo ! upon their doubting eyes 
 Forth flashed the Easter's rare surprise, — 
 " Jesus is risen — ye shall rise." 
 
 " They rested." God's will is the best, 
 
 And resurrection nears. 
 When quiet trust in mourning breast 
 
 Can take the place of tears ; 
 They in whose hearts proud waters toss, 
 The Marys, pierced with keenest loss, 
 Must not lie weeping 'neath the cross. 
 
 
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 Theii" grief and promise heir, 
 May for like exercise sublime 
 
 Om* counseled souls prepare ; 
 Eager to work, but calm to wait, 
 Till at hot noon, or sunset late, 
 The pale horse standcth at the gate. 
 
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 There came also Nlcodemus, which at the first came to Jesus by ni^ht, 
 and brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about a hundred pounds 
 weight. — John xix, 39. 
 
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 Wlien some keen danger swoops above, 
 S'in^ And shelters 'neath the fiiendly eaves, 
 Careless of all the joy she leaves ; 
 By new and sore disquiet pressed, 
 So comes to Christ a noble guest, 
 PeqDlexed 'twixt earnestness and fear, 
 Half longing — half afraid — to hear. 
 
 He comes by night. Not his to brook 
 The with'ring of the scorner's look. 
 The cynic banter, gay and loud, 
 The wonder of the gibing crowd. 
 The burst of tierce or haughty spleen, 
 Which fain would crush the Nazarene ; 
 Not daring yet these storms to meet. 
 He comes at night with stealthy feet. 
 
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 From tainted name and forfeit rank ? 
 Think ye that such strong need of soul 
 Should spurn the sense's base control. 
 
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 And beivr the \ictor-spirit through, 
 With manful haste, to dare and do, 
 Accoimtmg all the world but loss, 
 To find the truth, and clasp the cross ? 
 
 Ah ! think how faintly you have borne ; 
 How oft your plighted troth forsworn ; 
 How, when the flick'ring slanders fell, 
 You whisj)ered your unkuid forewell ; 
 How you forsook, denied, betrayed ; 
 Foul traitor to the vows you made — 
 And while these wraiths before you stand, 
 Pause ere you fix the coward's brand. 
 
 The shadows tall of that di'ead hour, 
 " Of darkness " the supremest " power," 
 When in red clouds the sun has died, 
 And Nature owns the Crucified : 
 Where are the bold disciples fled ? 
 Why haste they not to claim their dead ? 
 For while they nurse their grief and gloom. 
 The cowards lay him in the tomb. 
 
 There is a courage braver far 
 Than charges in the ranks of war, 
 Or leaps to hear the cannon's boom, 
 Or speeds with patriot pride to doom, 
 A hardy frame of well-knit nerves 
 The soldier's purpose amply serves, 
 And sjDeeds the thinning phalanx on 
 When banners trail, and hoj^e is gone. 
 
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 When folly laughed, or jjassion burned ; 
 Scared from the right by witling's blame, 
 Have let small sneers their manhood shame. 
 So on Gilboa's rainless field 
 The monarch " casts away his shield." 
 So Samson, when his lusts invite. 
 Turns craven in the moral tight. 
 
 Let God inspire ! then weak are strong, 
 And cowards chant the battle-song ; 
 He, whose apjiroach the darkness hides, 
 Stands fast when all the world derides ; 
 'Mid fiercest fires the generous youth 
 Is valiant for the living truth ; 
 And, mai'tyred for the Saviour's sake. 
 Heroic woman clasps the stake. 
 
 We thank thee, Lord ! when thou hast need 
 
 The man aye ripens for the deed ; 
 
 And thou canst make the timid bold 
 
 To shed his fears as dross from gold ; 
 
 And, nerved from heaven, nor droop nor quail, 
 
 Though worlds confront, and hell assail. 
 
 O breathe, in this and every hour. 
 
 On each, on me, this soul of power ! 
 
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 One flash, and then the utter dark, forever ; 
 How the poor heart-strhigs ache in the endeavor 
 To comprehend ! 
 
 We know not what he saith ! 
 His words are riddles, true and tender mostly ; 
 There runs a shudd'ring through them, like some ghostly 
 Shadow of death. 
 
 We too, ask, What is this ? 
 When o'er some ruined hope we weep and wonder, 
 Or when some spirit-summons bids us sunder 
 From all our bliss. 
 
 What ! called so soon to part 
 With fortune's rapture, and with love's caressing, 
 With all those dews of life which fall in blessing 
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 Moan like the passing bells 
 The wail of Aveary souls which linger, aching ; 
 The hollow sound of all life's music, breaking 
 In sad farewells. 
 
 A while ! a little while ! 
 Sigh of crushed hearts, in homes bereft and lonely, 
 For one brief holiday of summer only 
 
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 All motley characters of change ; 
 Some, monstrous, filling with affright. 
 Some waking each new power in credulous delight ; 
 
 
 So, wildered traveler, wondering child. 
 
 Each soul its way through life inquires, 
 Now lost in moorland, now ])eguiled 
 By passion's dancing meteor fires ; 
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 The passionate secret of all life 
 We only guess, we long to know. 
 More light ! O from what depths we cry, 
 Let the white truth blaze on us ere we droop and die ! 
 
 For now we blmdly fear and love, 
 
 By partial knowledge lured astray. 
 Nor deem those woodland boughs above, 
 
 'Neath which w'e stroll through summer's day, 
 In such a wanton fullness twine. 
 They shut out fi'om our eyes the blue of heaven divine. 
 
 Our nature does not bound our want ; 
 And stunned by this peqDetual roar, 
 Poor baffled ones ! we sob and j^ant. 
 And sigh for some eternal shore ; 
 Each heart chafes like a moaning sea ; 
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 'Tis morning now ! the dark hath fled, 
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 More light ! see how the glorious red 
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 " We follow on to know the Lord," 
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 And raisj our Israel from the dust ? 
 ^ !M 2i"ave words ! which seemed as if they Ijore 
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 The longing of each heart in turn ; 
 Knew he that 'neath those peasant-robes 
 Desires for thrones were wont to burn ? 
 
 " Ye shall have power ; " but not of kings, 
 Or those w^ho march through blood to tiime' 
 
 " Tiie power the dove-like Spirit brings 
 To witness through the world my Name." 
 
 O w^aking rude from pompous dream ! 
 
 No loud acclaim, no judge's throne, 
 No laurels, won amid the gleam 
 
 Of serried ranks, tuid foes o'erthrown. 
 
 
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 The vassal-world to bow to Christ ! 
 
 The gift of power ! not surely poured 
 The heart's imjierious pride to feed, 
 
 Nor yet for selfish ends to hoard, 
 As wealth inflames a miser's greed. 
 
 For vaunt and avarice shear the hair, 
 In which the Samson's valor lies. 
 
 And force him, in his blind despair. 
 To play the mime to heathen eyes. 
 
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 While ruin round us works its woe ; 
 
 On Tabor's crest the glory-glance 
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 Of all heaven's brightness for a space, 
 
 In barter for those Avitncss-lii^s 
 
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 So sudden grief, which held the breath, 
 But strung the boding sense to feel ; 
 And on the giddy brain, like funeral knells, 
 Beat heavy, all in one, a life-time of fiirewells. 
 
 But on that silence, drear and l)hink. 
 
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 SSv Uprose a mighty thought in stone ; 
 The thinkers scoffed in jDure disdain 
 Of forces mightier than their own. 
 Full many a moon had waxed and waned, 
 Full many a brain and hand had striven, 
 To pile a tower, -which, unrestrained 
 
 By bound or bar, should smite the heaven. 
 
 For Thought had bi'ooded calm and long, 
 
 And grew of its own offspring proud; 
 And Labor brought his sinews strong, 
 
 And Art her childi'en— cimning-browed ; 
 And deathless Will and deathless Pride 
 
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 But in the curse a blessing lurked ; 
 
 From baffled language nations grew ; 
 And thus the wrath of Heaven hath worked 
 
 The purpose of its mercy too. 
 
 Years rolled away. Three empires vast 
 
 Had queened and faded, one by one ; 
 A fourth had reached its prime, and cast 
 
 The purple of its setting sun ; 
 "When, as a whirlwind fi-om the north 
 
 Awes the bowed forest in its ire. 
 Twelve chosen men came boldly forth. 
 
 With hearts of faith and " tongues of fire." 
 
 No haughty Cesars fi-om their thrones 
 
 With cohort fierce and lictor's rod ; 
 These have no weapons, save the tones 
 
 Of voices strong with words of God. 
 But to men's hearts those voices leap, 
 
 And pierce through all their guarded lies, 
 Till, like a world aroused from sleep, 
 
 They feel the baptism of the skies. 
 
 They come from far — from sunny shores, 
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 We lift our eyes to seek thy face. 
 
 We wait thy sovereign "ndll to learn, 
 
 Our life tliy favor fain would earn, 
 
 Our* hearts for thy sweet soothing yearn. 
 
 For thee the bending nations groan ; 
 So wild, so strong their wailing tone. 
 No voice can hush them but thine own. 
 
 For there is naught tliat satisfies 
 In "refuges of" builded "lies;" 
 The earth hath failed. Men ask the skies. 
 
 The world is full of doubt and jar, 
 Red-handed hate and wasteful war ; 
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 Like some half-dead volcano's fire. 
 
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 E'en as the harts the brooklets haunt; 
 Men heave and throb with mighty want. 
 
 We covet knowledge. Keen our guess 
 When mysteries oft, or questions press ; 
 Until we ache from weariness. 
 
 We faint Avith thirst. We die unseen. 
 All truth hath but the mirage been. 
 False as the faljled Hipjiocrene. 
 
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 Eager their zealot i)rides to rouse. 
 We know not where to pay our vows. 
 
 Then from the search we recreant flee ; 
 
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 Encumbered with our earthly load, 
 We cannot tread the star-strewn road, 
 Which leads to thy divine abode. 
 
 Show us Thyself! none else prevail. 
 Earth's mightiest with the effort foil, 
 And tremor shakes the seraph's vail. 
 
 Drooping and furled each angel- wing ; 
 The silenced elders cease to sing ; 
 All heaven is hushed before the King. 
 
 God only can of God proclaim, 
 Without presumptuous guilt and blame, 
 The glories of the hidden name. 
 
 But Love hath sent the Son to bleed, 
 And th' Eternal Spirit to plead ; 
 God-furnished, for our creature need. 
 
 No longer must the poorest pine. 
 The gulf is bridged. The light divine 
 Broods o'er the lowliest human shrine. 
 
 The holiest is no longer pent 
 
 From mortal view. The vail is rent. 
 
 God comes to every pilgrim's tent. 
 
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 For us, vnth thy rich grace endowed, 
 The vailing heavens, and scattered cloud 
 
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 Thy praises, blest Immanuel ! 
 
 And, in coequal praise, repeat 
 Our life-long worship at thy feet, 
 Divine and gracious Paraclete ! 
 
 One God in Persons three ! We pour 
 111 heaven's full cup our meaner store, 
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 mine eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts. — Isaiah vi, 5. 
 
 ' "^\Wf PON the temple's glittering floors 
 A i)ure, imwontcd radiance pours ; 
 
 On court and column do\^^l\vard rolled 
 The gathering waves of glory break ; 
 Till all things from their luster take 
 Or hues of things divine, or shapes of heavenly mold. 
 
 Prostrate, as if the blaze had drowned 
 All other sense of sight or sound, 
 
 The prophet lay in sudden swoon ; 
 As Eastern travelers, when they press 
 Through the vast, palmlcss wilderness, 
 Faint 'neath the angry sun, or breath of fierce simoon. 
 
 What fearful sacrilege hath pressed 
 Upon that bowed, remorseful breast ? 
 
 What nameless memory cleft the stroke ? 
 While in the fretted arches' gleam 
 Waved the bright wmgs of seraphim. 
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 Who smites the breast and lifts the wail ; 
 
 The holiest man, the boldest seer, 
 Whose words the faithless people scathed. 
 Whose lips in fire divine were bathed, 
 God's child — God's prophet — lies in anguish here. 
 
 "Woe ! woe is me ! unclean, undone ! 
 O hide me from yon flaming sun ! 
 
 For God hath burst upon my sight ; 
 And in that vision stands confessed 
 The vileness of my prided l)est ; 
 As sunbeams show all faults within their line of li^ht. 
 
 
 " Sin lurks in my distempered zeal, 
 And mars the ofF'ring when I kneel 
 
 Bending in lowliest orison ; 
 I thought my prophet-lips were clean. 
 But I the Lord of Hosts have seen, 
 And blench and tremble in the pureness of the throne." 
 
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 In that fixir virgin Eden, groved 
 
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 Hath visited and cursed us all. 
 
 Our eyes for heavenly scenes are dim ; 
 Aaid, 'wildered, as in mortal trance, 
 We shiver at tli' Almighty's glance, 
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 'Tis from our sin our fear hath sprung, 
 
 And nuxde unmeet \v\i\\ God t' aljide ; 
 Sinless, with wishful look and long. 
 We should greet God at even-song. 
 Nor from divine approach m bowers of Eden hide. 
 
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 With hope to cheer the desolate. 
 
 The angel from the altar flies. 
 Eager with touch of burning coal 
 To heal and cleanse the leprous soul ; 
 Type of that blood di\'ine which all salvation Ijuys. 
 
 O, not in anger to consume ! 
 Rather to teach, to bless, t' illume. 
 
 The lambent glories downward shine. 
 While, to dispel each ling'ring doubt. 
 The fire atoning ne'er goes out. 
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 The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord. — Psalm sxxiii, 5. 
 
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 In sj)ite of all that cynics say, 
 For God hath shed forth balms and Ijlooms 
 
 To heal the jilague and scent the way. 
 
 And tribute rich and ample hoard 
 Bear witness to rebuke the Avrong ; 
 
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 Into wliose heart the tempest wore ; 
 
 Anil, while men bend by wintry graves, 
 The i?\vift spnng- liastes to grass them o'er. 
 
 So, v,an(lering on the solemn hills, 
 
 Which look upon some boundless plain, 
 
 Besprent with flowers, and gay with rills, 
 Whicli laugh like things unused to jiain ; 
 
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 With glade, and stream, and silent tower, 
 
 While from the far horizon's marge 
 
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 A ]M'esenc(' seems to lurk in each ; 
 . And, like a gospel pure and kind. 
 Their silence, eloquent as speech, 
 Ilath lessons to the listening mind, 
 
 Of comfort, learned from cottage fires; 
 
 Of jjeace, from Nature's dreamless rest; 
 Of faith, from heaven-pointing spires; 
 
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 Taught l)y the Avay the still earth leans, 
 Half- wearied, on the clasping sky, 
 
 Like some sly child, who, lingering, means 
 To claim close favors by and l)y ; 
 
 Of duty, taught by each fair thing, 
 Which works its Maker's high desire. 
 
 By streams whicli flow and birds wliich sing, 
 And know not to re2)ine nor tire ; 
 
 Of God — for all the landsca2)e fair, 
 The a/AU-e heaven, the cloudlet dim. 
 
 The ripening fields, the moorland i»arc', — 
 All have a word to speak for Ilini. 
 
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 Each whisper of this under-song ! 
 
 O for brave will, to learn and mark, 
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 P^^IIERE are wcnild earth and heaven divorce, 
 
 And sunder every tie 
 3 Which binds our sj^here, in mystic force, 
 
 To that far throne beyond the course 
 
 Of orbs in yonder sky. 
 
 And skeptics, wliite with angiy foam, 
 
 Their scornful lips liave curled ; 
 Deriding those who tain would roam 
 To find, and till with hopes of home, 
 This orphan of a world. 
 
 Not thus the pitying angels lean 
 
 From their calm seats altove; 
 They watch with kindly eyes and keen. 
 And long some struggling soul to screen 
 
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 For Love is full of love to all, 
 
 Yet loves the weakest most : 
 The one in peril, or in thrall, 
 Wliose wine of life has turned to gall, 
 Hath larger share engrossed. 
 
 The shepherd will the flock forsake, 
 
 Safe in the fold abiding, 
 To wander through ravine and brake. 
 Homeward the one stray lamb to take ; 
 
 Nor break its heart with chiding. 
 
 The sire in calm emotion dwells 
 
 Where quiet home-lires burn ; 
 But his deei3 love in floods upwells 
 "When from deserted pleasure-cells 
 The prodigals return. 
 
 The stream in languid rij^ples flows 
 In summers through the wood ; 
 But if, l)y long stern winter froze, 
 Released, in cataract haste it throws 
 Its waves in living flood. 
 
 And sorrow gives to fiiding things 
 
 A memory always green ; 
 As parting birds have brightest wings; 
 As music over churchyards rings. 
 
 And l)reaks o'er graves l)etween. 
 
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 O ! if in hearts forlorn as ours 
 
 We keep the choicest gift, 
 The sunniest smiles, the rarest flo-wers, 
 Fi-om shadowed hearts and i)ainful hours 
 
 Their shade and pain to lift : 
 
 The angels, kinder ftir than we, 
 Of heavenlier joy are heh-s. 
 When from their thrones tiiey stoop to see 
 Some brave ones Ijattling to be free 
 From sinful curse and cares. 
 
 The purest bliss the angels share 
 
 Is o'er a world forgiven. 
 O mystery beyond comj^are ! 
 Earth's joy and sorrow vibrate there, 
 
 And pity brightens heaven. 
 
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 the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the 
 grass, and wither as the green herb. Trust in the Lord, and do good ; 
 so Shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou slialt be feil. De- 
 light thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desires ot 
 thine heart. Commit thy way unto the Lord ; tni.st also in him ; and 
 he shall bring it to pass. And he shall bring forth thy righteousness 
 as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday. — Psalm xxxvii, 1-d. 
 
 ?i.;HO would not learn a lore like this, 
 By some sweet jisalmist taught ? 
 
 xind rest in calm content of bliss, 
 Without unquiet thought ? 
 
 And yet our restless hearts, perplexed 
 
 With secrets strange or fell. 
 And oft with righteous anger vexed. 
 
 Are eager to rebel. 
 
 " Not fret," when men of prosperous wi'ong 
 
 In gilded chariots ride ! 
 When trampled weak and tyrant strong 
 
 On every hand abide! 
 
 When, now with rage, and now with Ijoast, 
 The hot world cheats the way. 
 
 And wreckers hoist, on iron coast. 
 False lights to lure astray ! 
 
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 Their sordid aims can leaven, 
 As one should turn to fiery glares 
 
 God's rainbows out of heaven ! 
 
 When wicked, in their power secure, 
 God's justice seem t' arraign ! 
 
 Were it not weakness to endure ? 
 Dishonor to refrain ? 
 
 Like songs in storms, the calm command 
 Still sounds, " Fret not thy soul. 
 
 Nor wrath nor envy understand 
 The mystery of the Avhole." 
 
 AVhy should the stately oak complain 
 That grass hath earlier spring, 
 
 When centuries yet of sim and rain 
 Will hail the forest king ? 
 
 For it will through long summers hide 
 The woodland songsters blithe, 
 
 When the frail grasses at its side 
 Have fallen by the scythe. 
 
 Wherefore all helpless angers curb, 
 All murmuring envies still : 
 
 " The wicked," like the blasted herb, 
 " Shall wither" when He will. 
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 Large charity will lift thee soon 
 
 To breathe diviner air, 
 Where flowers, as of an endless June, 
 
 The Beulah-gardens ))ear. 
 
 Delight in God shall make thee spread 
 Such influence through thy gloom, 
 
 As when some hidden yiolets shed 
 Their riches of perfume. 
 
 " Commit thou all thy way to God," 
 Then let the slanderers bark • 
 
 He brings it forth, who flings abroad 
 The noontide from the dark. 
 
 The gem which decks some royal hand 
 
 In darkness was impearled ; 
 And thou canst wait, that thou may'st stand 
 
 God's own before the world. 
 
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 We know all things work together for good to them that love God. 
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 'AITH speaks, wMle sense is dumb and sad, 
 Of all life's strano'e confusions weary, 
 *|Of Dreading, tliougli fireside eves are glad, 
 V'v^jr^ Lest following morns break cold and dreary 
 But Faith, with prescient vision blest, 
 Faults shining morrows in the West. 
 
 All nature longs to be assured ; 
 
 Suspense is torture to the feeling; 
 The deadliest ill can be endured 
 
 If trouble be not jjast annealing ; 
 And faith, like some alchemist old, 
 Can turn base metals into gold. 
 
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 And God hath said, " To loving souls 
 All things for good shall work together." 
 
 From heart to heart the promise rolls ; 
 As song-birds, 'mid the scented heather. 
 
 From nest to nest the strain jsrolong. 
 
 Till au- is filled with balm and song. 
 
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 'Tis He hath said it, from whose hand 
 
 Comes all this bounteous world's provicUng ; 
 
 Whose love in equal grace hath planned 
 A kingdom's or a sparrow's guiding ; 
 
 Who marks the proud sun when he sets, 
 
 And feeds the orphan ravenlets. 
 
 And He can do whate'er he wills, 
 The worlds are all his vassal-forces ; 
 
 Each vast domain his influence fills, 
 He binds the stars in lambent courses. 
 
 And when the stoi'm its wildest raves 
 
 He speaks a silence on the waves. 
 
 O not in vain doth He create 
 
 Aught fi-om his affluent love jDroceeding ; 
 The meanest hath appointed state, 
 
 If only for the mightiest's needing ; 
 The meteor and the thunder-stone 
 Have use and mission of their own. 
 
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 Blue heavens where summer glories sparkle. 
 
 But foreheads crowned, like his, with thorn. 
 And paths where shadowy winters darkle ; 
 
 Yet ever hath the promise stood, 
 
 " All things together work for good." 
 
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 And blessedness is liigliest life ; 
 
 When God's will all our Avill absorbetli ; 
 As stars wliicli braved the midnight strife 
 
 Die when the glorious morning orbeth ; 
 And when we feel, 'mid threat'ning harms, 
 The clasp of his encircling arms. 
 
 Faith ! rest thou here, whate'er befall : 
 The blighted hojje ; the serpent-slander ; 
 
 The plague-SAvept household ; or the call 
 O'er the returnless waves to wander. 
 
 The tires which kindle sevenfold 
 
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 ^v^l^'AND in hand tlirouifli all our ways 
 ''AliT'lir Jov and sorrow travel, 
 
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 ^|^"f\^ Making life a tangled maze 
 
 1^ (^ "We may not unravel ; 
 E'er at work to Iniild or mar, 
 Like unsocial twins they are, 
 Wreathing smile, or striking scar. 
 
 Fleet of foot and wdde of range, 
 
 On each traveler goeth ; 
 Like experience of change 
 
 Eveiy spirit knoweth : 
 Whisper soft, or brawling loud. 
 Zephyr sometimes, sometimes cloud : 
 Here the bridal — there the shroud. 
 
 Warp and woof of many threads 
 
 Time is always weaving ; 
 Year to year he sternly weds, 
 
 Heedless of om- grieving ; 
 Blending, in his ceaseless loom, 
 Joy's bright crimson to illume 
 Sable shades of doubt and doom. 
 
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 Wlien the sorrow l)liglits our good, 
 
 Do we chafe — rc^)iniiig ? 
 Or discern, 'iieath cloak and hood, 
 
 Angel form outshining ? 
 Swell our hearts as swells the tide ? 
 Do we in locked chambers hide 
 Serpent craft or lion pride ? 
 
 When joy's summer glories smite 
 Do they bless or blind us ? 
 
 Doth the pure celestial light 
 Proud or thankful find us ? 
 
 Doth some brief delirium dupe ? 
 
 Brief as dew in flower-cup, 
 
 Which the hot world drinketh up ? 
 
 Blest to whom God shows his grace 
 
 Hallowing all their trouble ! 
 Those to whom his lifted face 
 
 Makes their gladness double ! 
 Commerce with the skies can teach 
 Gospels beyond common reach — 
 Blessedness too rare for speech. 
 
 Nature in her worst unrest 
 
 Spoken sorrow beareth. 
 And when grief is unexpressed 
 
 Only then despaireth ; 
 Hearts will break which cannot weep ; 
 Tears repressed from eyelids keep 
 All the happy dews of sleep. 
 
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 Winds, -whicli whisper to tlie woods, 
 
 Joyous hearts resemble ; 
 They would fain in gladdest moods 
 
 Into language tremble ; 
 One can never quite rejoice ; 
 Without some dear answering voice 
 Eden hath not half its joys. 
 
 Hearts which glow, and hearts which bleed, 
 
 God for each one careth ; 
 Outlet for their strongest need 
 
 He for each prepareth ; 
 In restraint no longer pent ; 
 Joy in bursts of song hath vent ; 
 Sorrow prays, and is content. 
 
 O for hearts of finer tone 
 
 Hclj) of Heaven to borrow ! 
 Be OM?" joys in praises sho^Ti, 
 
 And in prayer our sorrow ; 
 Till, like priests for service stoled, 
 Awed as radiant clouds unfold, 
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 Blessing than praise is more. The heart 
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 And all its happy pulses start 
 
 While the full sj^irit-psalm is sung. 
 
 Let Nature in her Lord rejoice, 
 
 Harmonous worlds his praise proclaim ! 
 
 We, with glad heart and willing voice. 
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 Waves in the distant war ; 
 And clash of arms, and sound of doom, 
 
 Burden the breeze afar. 
 
 The way-side wand'rers jjaused to grieve 
 
 For pain too large to share, 
 All through the hours, till deep'ning eve, 
 
 He still sat " watching " there. 
 
 " Watching," as those who wake till dawn 
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 As watcliers tlirougli the dark, 
 
 lu i^erilous times of conflict set. 
 To tremble for the ark. 
 
 Its foes, with vaunt and valor i)roud. 
 
 Bear it to Dagon's fane, 
 And hymn their fancied triumph loud, 
 
 With many a frantic strain; 
 
 Its friends are faint when duty calls. 
 And droop beneath their load ; 
 
 And scorners on their temple walls 
 Have carven, " Ichabod." 
 
 And some have made the ark a shiine, 
 And some have woven charms, 
 
 That victory may espy the sign, 
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 To warning omens blind, 
 Have ta'en the ark into the camp, 
 
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 Wliicli bade liis tears to flow ; 
 But pity, when the glory fled 
 From Sion's sacred head ; 
 And sorrow, when he, mourning, gazed on Lazarus dead. 
 
 Before him, as he passed, 
 Slept the fair city, glassed 
 In morning's mirror — -clear and gray ; 
 He saw th' advancing day 
 When pomp of wall and tower in shaj)eless ruin lay. 
 
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 The tears — before tlie cross ; 
 Grief flowered into atoning deed, 
 He gave himself to bleed 
 That life from death might sjiring; safety from direst 
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 His tears our weakness chide. 
 " He wept ! " then we confide ; 
 Distrust were fouler treason still 
 Against that loving will. 
 Which fain would clasp a world, and shield it from 
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 " He wept ! " then we should wail 
 Our fellows' blight and ail ; 
 Be Jesus our high pattern yet ! 
 Then we shall ne'er forget 
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 ][' ;ITH lirow ui^raised, as one who sees his laeers, 
 From some tall summit, dwarf to lesser size, 
 Free from all vulgar awe or feeble tears, 
 Courting all eyes 
 
 To gaze upon his eyes, alight with pride — 
 
 Behold the Pharisee ! a statelier sort 
 Of man, not made of clay, fit to abide 
 In temple court, 
 
 As his own heart assm-ed him. Bound to thanks 
 
 For duty done and life enjoyed, to God ; 
 But not to wail o'er sin, like meaner ranks 
 Of common clod. 
 
 Proud as he passed, his eye's dilating globe 
 
 Fell on a poor wretch crouching in the aisle, 
 And, gathering uj) the fiinges of his robe 
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 He to the altar strode with lordly scorn, 
 
 And spoke liis thanks to self and God again, 
 For the rare j)rivilege of not l;)eing born 
 "As other men." 
 
 
 Blind to the beauty of all high desire. 
 
 Content with husks, not fruit, he clung to form, 
 As one who blows white ashes of the fire. 
 Saying, " I'm warm." 
 
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 With that di'y sorrow which is keenest pain ; 
 Longing for tears, if but " the clouds returned 
 After the rain ;" 
 
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 Fearing to look toward the holy place. 
 Lest he should find nor cleft to shelter in, 
 Nor smile of grace. 
 
 Came the poor sinner to the place of prayer ; 
 Not with the voice of some exulting psalm. 
 But with dim, tremulous hope, which scarcely dare 
 Expect its balm. 
 
 The homeless, flying from the furious blast. 
 Heeds not the passer-by, although a king ; 
 So filled with grief, the scorn upon him cast 
 Had lost its stms:. 
 
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 No pomp of words the lalj'riiig silence broke ; 
 
 Mutely the eye besought, the lips implored ; 
 Then, jjassionate, the heart leaped forth and spoke, 
 
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 But when the sinners jDOur their anguished prayer, 
 All heaven is hushed while God himself imparts, 
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 Whether afar they wander wide, 
 
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 The hardy life-blood in the veins ; 
 
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 Though we inconstant are, and frail, 
 Our weakness he doth not upbraid ; 
 
 But through the midnight hears the wail 
 From frenzied hearts in anguish made ; 
 
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 Who carols, on his guarded way, 
 The caden: e of some heavenly tune ? 
 
 And knows that into fadeless day 
 
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 Those eyes on which no slumbers steal 
 Their tenderness of watching bring ; 
 
 And we the brilliant shadows feel. 
 The shadows of his shelt'ring wing; 
 
 "While angels hover round, to seal 
 
 The children of the King. 
 
 " Henceforth for ever ? " O to lie, 
 Like the beloved, on Jesus' breast ! 
 
 See in the storm the Lord jDass by. 
 And meet him on the l)iIlow's crest ! 
 
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 They joy before thee according to the joy in harvest. — Isaiau Ix, 3. 
 
 ^^HAT time, in twilight hour, the wains, 
 Rich with their freight of golden gains, 
 
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 Beneath the crisp autumnal skies, 
 The harvest-carols love to rise ; 
 While day in gorgeous sunsets dies. 
 
 Then industry and homely pride 
 Sit on the hearth-stone, satisfied. 
 In the calm thought of need supijlied 
 
 Then olden hopes enkindled long. 
 
 To make men e'en through winter strong, 
 
 Die in delight, as swans in song. 
 
 Then, not doled out for niggard need, 
 
 The riches all the toils exceed. 
 
 The yield is wealthier than the seed. 
 
 Then burns a pure, unselfish joy ; 
 Pure as the faith of gen'rous boy. 
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 As some fair child's, whose frolic play 
 Is spoiled if father is away. 
 
 'Tis Thine to tune each loving chord, 
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 Compassion swept each seraph-lyre 
 
 To breathe "good-will to man." 
 
 And list'ning worlds, from angel lips, 
 
 Heard strains of " rapturous amaze," 
 And felt each new apocalypse 
 
 More prodigal of praise. 
 
 But now, just as a noble boy 
 
 Beneath some spell of language thrown, 
 Is wild to reproduce the joy 
 
 Of each remembered tone. 
 
 The Church lielow, in that strange lore 
 
 Which contrite hearts are apt to learn. 
 Provokes the angels to adore. 
 
 As she responds in turn. 
 
 Earth sings to heaven. Ye radiant powers 
 
 Who track the " wisdom " of the King ! 
 Exalt your highest praise by ours, 
 
 Who quiver while we sing ! 
 
 Where battling tempests shake the skies, 
 
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 The trembling lily seeks to hide 
 Her first faint blush of maiden pride. 
 
 She wraps herself in emerald dress, 
 From each rude gazer's viewing. 
 
 Nor dreams her bashful loveliness 
 Inflames the zephyr's wooing ; 
 
 Till, each fair coronal impearled. 
 
 She bares her beauty to the world. 
 
 Not in the bold and gay parterre, 
 'Mid queenlier flowers flaunting; 
 
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 Her saintly life she liveth ; 
 The pure heart of her stainless flower 
 
 In gratitude she giveth: 
 Heedful of heaven, but loving, too, 
 The dear moss-bank on which she ffrew. 
 
 'Tis thus they live ! these emblems sweet 
 Of hearts God's love hath samted, 
 
 Which, sheltered in their blest retreat, 
 Keep Eden's bloom imtainted ; 
 
 For " as the lily " they shall grow 
 
 By the still waters' ordered flow. 
 
 At Jesus' feet unseen, imheard, 
 
 Each lowly one down lieth, 
 And feeds on that ambrosial Word 
 
 Which every need supplieth ; 
 Till, ripe for the awaiting hour. 
 They stand — God's priests of love and power. 
 
 Making life gay with happy psalms, 
 They work amid their praying. 
 
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 Desert her heart, and bare ; 
 
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 No lauffhino; child. 
 
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 No hope in days to come, 
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 His word the thousands fed ! 
 [s he imiDerial in the place of graves 
 Over the dead ? 
 
 Then si^ake the royal word ; 
 
 And, quick with rushing throes, 
 The red life in the clay obedient heard ; 
 The dead arose ! 
 
 And spoke — just as before — 
 Unconscious of eclipse ; 
 Like babe, who only knows that night is o'er 
 From motlier's lips. 
 
 Or one wiio, free from harm, 
 From the perfidious sea 
 Comes home, and finds all in his father's fann 
 "Wliich used to be. 
 
 No desert ch-eam of tombs, 
 
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 As Natm-e has no thought, 'mid summer blooms, 
 That storms destroy. 
 
 The same through endless time, 
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 As, when the storm hath blown, 
 What time for rain the sultry woodlands parched. 
 
 Bends lovingly the zone 
 
 Of many colors in one rainbow arched ; 
 
 So to one goal we bend each footstei? of our march. 
 
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 Through the rose-gardens and the w'oodbine bowers, 
 
 Bringing one essence home 
 From their sweet rifling of a thousand flowers ; 
 So may we hoard for heaven our heritage of hours. 
 
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 Each ancient i^leasure, each familiar bond ? 
 
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 The cujDS of welcome where the loved ones greet, 
 
 But grasp the iDalmer-staft" 
 And strap the sandals on the hurrying feet, 
 Lest, in the amber morn we fail our Lord to meet. 
 
 " Forgetting all behind." 
 O to press forward where the glories wait ! 
 
 Nor e'er our loins unbind 
 
 Till we are safe AYithin the lifted gate, 
 
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 Loves beyond all bribe or hire, 
 Though she gives some answer other 
 \- Than her fretful child's desu-e? 
 
 Strongest love is farthest sighted, 
 Sees the sun beyond the cloud, 
 By a richer radiance lighted, 
 With a su))tler sense endowed. 
 
 More than all our poor petitions 
 
 Oft our Saviour loves to grant, 
 But on heavenlier conditions 
 
 Than our earth-bound longings want. 
 "We lament o'er strange denials ; 
 
 Idle words of fruitless prayer ; 
 Beaded in the golden vials, 
 
 Christ has made them fragrant there. 
 
 We in present sorrow languish, 
 Gaze on heaven with eyelids dim, 
 
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 Paining nerves or palsied limb ; 
 
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 Seeing deeper needs within, 
 
 And the Christ-lips speak di\dnely, 
 AVhisp'rmg of forgiven sin. 
 
 Healing this the deadlier cancer, 
 
 Speaking all the spirit pm-e ; 
 "Were not here a nobler answer 
 
 Than the shriveled flesh to cure % 
 All our litanies comprising. 
 
 By new insight understood, 
 'Neath a seeming frown disguising. 
 
 Brightest smile and chiefest good. 
 
 Lord ! with humblest joy receiving 
 
 All thy cleansing word can do ; 
 Haply, while we lie, believing 
 
 Thou wilt heal the palsy too ; 
 Make the great salvation double. 
 
 Pour on soul and flesh the balm, 
 Loose the wailing heart fi'om trouble, 
 
 Fit it for the victor's palm. 
 
 Teach our wayward souls reliance 
 
 That thy will is always best. 
 Though by stern and strange ajDiiliance 
 
 Thou dost shape us for our rest. 
 By thy grace we all inherit 
 
 Power to bear the cross and shame ; 
 Firm endurance ; martyr-spirit ; 
 
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 When amid life's broken sleeping 
 
 Troubled visions o'er us roll, 
 And there break out floods of weeping 
 
 From the " great deep " of the soul ; 
 Let our faith, in thee confiding. 
 
 Trust that thou wilt heal and save ; 
 Till, contented in thy guiding. 
 
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 To sit 'neath trees of life, forever shedding '^ 
 
 Their bomiteous honey-dew. ^'^ 
 
 To ronse a spirit, formed for God, from shiniber, X 
 
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 &.' Work for a lifetime, in each path up-sjjringing, ^ 
 
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 Still sounding when the lengtli'niug shadow falleth, 
 " Why stand ye idle here ?" 
 
 Up ! for a while the jjitymg glory lingers ! 
 
 Work while it yet is day ! 
 Then rest the Sabbath rest — where angel-singers 
 
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 j>^^ But soon, as shoots a star to siglit, a rumor 
 
 Strikes on the ear and heart that Jesus ncars ; 
 How at the sound each wild resentful humor 
 Dissolves in tears ! 
 
 He comes too late ! the loved one hath departed ; 
 V* The covetous grave hath opened for its own ; 
 
 Loud is the wailing of the broken-hearted 
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 " Take ye away the stone." It will encumljer 
 
 The living in his passage from the dead. 
 The sleeper rose, cast off his desert slumber, 
 And left his bed. 
 
 Vain is the tomb's eml)race, the spoiler's malice. 
 
 To him who drank himself the Ijitter cup ; 
 He speaks — the life-wine mantleth in the chalice, 
 And brimmeth up. 
 
 " Not unto death, but for the Father's glory." 
 
 Through the hushed world the j^urpose is comijlete, 
 For they who mourned, and we who read the story. 
 Bow at his feet. 
 
 Dear human Friend, who wept before his praying. 
 
 Such tears as fall fi"om our own weary eyes ! 
 But through those tears there shone the Godhead, saying, 
 " Lazarus, arise ! " 
 
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 Restored again to the deeiJ joy of being, 
 
 How the fond heart with love is ne'er sufficed ! 
 " The eye is " never " satisfied with seeing " 
 The face of Christ. 
 
 And all the soul bends forth, entranced, to listen 
 
 While grace and truth come sparkling in each word ; 
 As on the sjjray the morning dewdi'oiJS glisten 
 For bee or bird. 
 
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 What wonder Love's sweet incense shed around him 
 
 Her wealth of spikenard — in libation poured ! 
 What wonder Faith, with loyal reverence, crowTied him 
 Her God and Lord ! 
 
 He loves the human yet, with love undying. 
 
 And stills heaven's music while he leaves his throne, 
 From every charuel where our love is lying 
 To roll the stone. 
 
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 until seven times?— Matthew xviii, 21. 
 
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 '^pX- Awaking to some new suq)rise 
 -^A I- Of thought and being, day by day, 
 
 So the meek souls at Jesus' feet 
 
 Left all their narrow spheres behind; 
 
 And sat, and learaed, in converse sweet, 
 
 Which charmed, the while it cleared, the mind. 
 
 Ali-eady many a film has gone 
 
 Which vailed the Heavenly from their view; 
 And, as the healing power works on. 
 
 The man looms broader than the Jew. 
 
 " How often. Lord, dost thou require 
 
 Forgiveness to transgressors shown ? 
 Till seven times shall the coals of fire 
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 Strong was the soul, and firm the hand, 
 Which grasped a virtue great as this, 
 
 In those stern times, when no command 
 
 Had taught that love was strength and liliss. 
 
 But as the jjilgrim, wild'ring, dwells 
 And lingers o'er some pur2)led scene. 
 
 Where sunlight streams through bosky dells, 
 On ivied cliff's, in deep ravine ; 
 
 Yet feels the thoughts enkindled are, 
 Like wordless music, sweet but dim, — 
 
 So sweet, they bear his soul afar. 
 
 So vague, he cannot catch the hymn ; — 
 
 Thus fear and joy, when Jesus saith, 
 " Not for the seventh, but endless time," 
 
 Blend in the prayer, " Increase our faith 
 To scope and stature so sublime." 
 
 O for the heaven-imparted might 
 The true God-likeness to exjiress ! 
 
 The man, when smitten, turns to smite ; 
 The God, offended, bends to bless. 
 
 The sun shines, though is rendered back 
 No gratitude of flowers and balms ; 
 
 The rain, e'en on the simoon-track, 
 Can find some lovely isle of palms. 
 
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 Te are come unto Mount Zion . . . and to the spirits of just men 
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 For these poor hearts of ours ! 
 When weeping for some vanished gift, 
 Whose loss seemed from our earth to lift 
 The sunshine and the flowers ; 
 
 When rustle round the heart dead leaves 
 
 From olden autumn strown ; 
 And pensive memory sits and weaves 
 Crowns out of faded flowers, and grieves 
 
 Those dear ones — yonder flown. 
 
 Who says that death can conquer love ? 
 
 Thoughts of the treasured past 
 Come dark'ning all the years above ; 
 As, with the olive leaf, the dove 
 
 Sped homeward through the blast. 
 
 Each fond remembrance, ling'ring stays, 
 
 Green as the grass on graves ; 
 The ancient looks, the winsome ways, 
 The wealth of love more sweet than praise ; 
 These memory hides and saves. 
 
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 Their steps are ou tlie liousehold stair ; 
 
 We are not all bereft. 
 They sit in the familiar chair ; 
 Echo the laugh, and swell the prayer, 
 
 As if they ne'er had left. 
 
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 Thus fancy tricks the grosser sense, 
 
 Not loth to be deceived : 
 Thus clings the love, in poor pretense 
 It cannot bid the \'ision hence. 
 
 Half dreaded, half believed. 
 
 But they are not beneath the sod 
 
 Imprisoned, hopeless, dumb ; 
 Awaking to the smile of God, 
 They follow where the Saviom- trod, 
 And have " to Zion " come. 
 
 With all the choicest company 
 
 They, our beloved, abide ; 
 Church of the first-born — seraphs liigh, 
 Down-darting from the upper sky : 
 
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 And ramble round the peopled hill. 
 And with twin rapture gaze and thrill ; 
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 Still heart responds to heart ; 
 And though for them the strife is done, 
 The palm is waved, the battle won, 
 We will not — cannot — part. 
 
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 And we — the while we strive and pray 
 
 'Gainst mysteries of sin, 
 And don Christ's armor as we may, 
 And, manful, cleave our hindered way 
 
 Where they have entered in. 
 
 Feel each loved presence by our side 
 
 Our strife to nerve and cheer ; 
 While, in the fiercest fight descried, 
 He speaks — the Lord, who loved and died, 
 
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 Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partaliers 
 of the inheritance of the saints in light.— Colossians i, 12. 
 
 iWrJWf ^CONSCIOUS sowers, scattering seed, 
 We sow for harvests of a future reaping. 
 
 O, solemn life ! in every deed 
 Yielding some secrets for the Judge's keeping, 
 Which years will rei)roduce 
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 This life to that to which its fleeting hasteth ; 
 
 Our nature is for 1)0111 designed, 
 And each fair joy th' exulting spirit tasteth 
 Is from that God who fills 
 The rock's wild heart with rills. 
 
 And this poor world is full of joys 
 
 When light immortal rests on it )»enignly. 
 
 And the man's heart within the ))oy's 
 
 Longs for those glorious morns, Avhich break divinely, 
 
 And turns to eastern skies 
 
 With bliss of ujjward eyes. 
 
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 But who shall make our nature meet 
 For such great heirship ? — ours — who hoard the treasure 
 
 The vain world flingeth at our feet, 
 Or woo, 'neath gay festoons, some fickle jileasure, 
 Or, with obsequious i)lumes 
 Cover the jDrophets' tombs ? 
 
 'Tis he, the Father, whose rich love 
 Hath changed the heart, to new desires awaking, 
 
 And shaped it for its home above ; 
 The vagrant dream into the heavenlj^ breaking ; 
 Till all the sloth and sin 
 Yield to his discipline. 
 
 The Father doth not trust his own — 
 So loved, so yearned for — to the careless stranger ; 
 
 Nor may kind angel leave his throne. 
 Who feels the bliss, but has not felt the danger. 
 The Father's chastening mild 
 Alone can win the child. 
 
 It may be that the strength was shorn, 
 The pride of manhood humliled prematurely ; 
 
 But from the feebleness was l)orn 
 The true God-likeness in the spirit surely. 
 
 Then be the loud heart mute ! 
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 To whom, of right, the rev'rence went ; 
 As thougli, so led, the stejDS could ne'er be l)lind ones. 
 The staff broke ; and, o'erthrown, 
 We rose, and walked alone. 
 
 Our hea t, like summer-tendril, clings 
 To earth, replete with sacramental graces ; 
 
 Death breathes upon our lovely things ; 
 The friend, the child, look down with angel-feces ; 
 Then we uplift the cry, 
 " Give peace, and let us die." 
 
 Thou knowest always what is best. 
 Our souls, down-lying on loved earth, to gather ; 
 
 Perfect this meetness in our breast ; 
 We will lie still, and give thee thanks, O Father ! 
 Till, with the ransomed throng. 
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 Then said Jesus unto tLe twelve. Will ye also go away? Then Simon Peter 
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 & *?OME faithless hearts have fled: 
 
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 And went away, as from among the dead 
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 On whom my love hath lighted, with long yearning 
 
 Of tenderest grace and truth, such as the dew 
 Hath for the flowers it cools 'mid tropic burning ? 
 
 " Ye, whom I loved to teach, 
 Familiar things for heavenly symbols taking. 
 
 Clothing all nature with diviner speech ; 
 Will ye go, like the world, your Lord forsaking ? " 
 
 "We bow 'ncatli Thy rebuke. 
 As children, grieved at some kind mother's chiding, 
 Who see her love come flashing through her look, 
 As suns through mist — more welcome for the hidinj^c- 
 
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 Mute are the oracles — the olden sages 
 
 Mock with their dumb lijjs our imijloring prayer, 
 Which, answerless, moans downward through the ages. 
 
 No light ! no rest below ! 
 Our hearts are weary, and our voices falter ; 
 
 Ah whither shall om* anguished spirits go ? 
 Lord ! be thy love om" plea — thy cross our altar I 
 
 All, all we want are thine ! 
 Greek beauty, Roman rcv'rence, in thee blended, 
 
 And nature glows into a holy shrine ; 
 And form is spirit's robe — and doubt is ended. 
 
 We seek no other rest ; 
 But as the swan smoothes down her rufHed pinion 
 
 In the wave-mirror of the lakelet's breast, 
 We, blest and calm, repose in thy dominion. 
 
 The truth of all we see 
 Speaks from thy lips — all discords reconciling ; 
 
 Jesus, our Lord ! we pray, we cling to thee, 
 Stoop from thy throne, and bless us with thy smiling. 
 
 
 That smile were present heaven 
 Let down upon the soul, no longer lonely. 
 
 All darkness banished if thyself be given ; 
 We see, need, long for naught — save " Jesus only." 
 
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 It shall come to pass, that he that is left iu Zion, and he that remain- 
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 away the filth of the daughters of Zion, and shall have purged the 
 blood of Jerusalem from the midst thereof by the spirit of judgment, 
 and by the spirit of burning. — Isaiah iv, 3, 4. 
 
 I^HILE fast the darkling year decays, 
 And speed our hurrying moments on, 
 Wc^^ Shall not the ancient symbols blaze, 
 "^ ^ '"^ ' In blessing, on our guarded ways, 
 
 Till from the deseil gone ? 
 
 Or must we rise to holy deed. 
 
 Ere in our van the cloud will go 
 Througli each wild waste our steps to lead ? 
 Or ere shall shine, for nightly need. 
 
 The mystic jjillar's glow ? 
 
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 To front the foe without dismay, 
 
 When music plays, and friends stand fast ; — 
 
 But, wiien on lonelier warfare cast, 
 
 'Tis harder to obey. 
 
 To pine aloof, 'mid \'ictories won — 
 
 To lose the guerdon, dearly prized — 
 The work, we longed to compass, done. 
 Accomplished by some meaner one 
 
 "Whose aid our strength despi .ed- 
 
 To be content in hermit cells, 
 
 Nor murmur in our helpless thrall, 
 Wliile from the warrior bosom swells 
 The pride in which all valor dwells. 
 
 And sounds the bugle-call — 
 
 To work, like lightnings on the dark. 
 
 And leave no trace, nor memory long. 
 No friend to bid the world to hark 
 Its newest teacher ; none to mark. 
 
 Or set our names in song — 
 
 To sit while stealthy slander tears, 
 
 As children rags, our good repute, 
 Until we breathe in poisoned airs, 
 And know no healing, save in prayers. 
 
 Yet be sublimely mute — 
 
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 To feel tliat all our cherisliorl joys, 
 
 And luxuries of happy tears, 
 Are gone, like a forgotten voice, 
 Or like an infant's broken toys. 
 
 Wrecks of the golden years — 
 
 Ay, these are heights of faith and hope 
 
 To which but few have strength to cliinl); 
 And those who earthward delve and grope 
 Arc faint of heart and limb to cope 
 
 With such a toil sublime. 
 
 O for the power these heights to scale, 
 
 These Xelx)s of the prophet's fate. 
 Where airs from heaven are on the gale. 
 And tVoni the crest, without a vail, 
 
 We see the jasper gate ! 
 
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 For this, until the hagtjard morn, 
 
 AYi! wrestle in unequal strifi; ; 
 And when with our long labor worn. 
 In Peniel-strength we '' lift the horn,'' 
 
 Like athletes, crowned for life — ■ 
 
 For this — all Avelcomc pain and loss. 
 
 If through their pangs Thy presence came ! 
 Be ours the baptism of the cross ! 
 If else we may not lose the dross. 
 
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 But that the tire may surely burn 
 
 All sordid, sensual thought away, 
 Lord ! by the fiu'nace watch, and yearn, 
 Till from the silver's heart return 
 
 Thine image, bright as day. 
 
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 O teach us lowly to remain. 
 
 Without one murmur at thy feet ; 
 Nor of the heaviest cross comi^lain. 
 Till thou each docile spirit train 
 
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 And he brought him to Jesus. — John i, 42. 
 
 HERE is a love defies the years 
 To loose its clasp, or quench its fire ; 
 ^(^Si^ A love which jjeril more endears, 
 
 Like flames which blaze in tempests higher. 
 
 A love which bears its steadf\ist part 
 
 The readiest when 'tis needed most, 
 And shows alike its Ijrother-hcart 
 
 'Mid sneers of lilame and smiles of boast. 
 
 And when one soul, of truth in quest, 
 Some glorious Alpine reach hatli won, 
 
 And knows the other, yet uublest. 
 
 Toils through the dark to greet the sun, — 
 
 His In-other first he hastes t' iiivite, 
 
 To join him on the sunny slope, 
 Whence l)urst upon the wond'ring sight 
 
 Majestic views of faith and hope. 
 
 The links that bound the generous boys. 
 Who leaped the Ijrook, or roamed the field, 
 
 Are welded by the manlier joys 
 
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 Must all abroad the tidings speak. 
 
 Not for the hoard of miser minds 
 
 The heaven-light spreads from peak to peak. 
 
 The power which strikes from charger's hoof; 
 
 The might of the resplendent main ; 
 The regal thought which dwells aloof 
 
 In some imperial poet's brain ; 
 
 The burnish of the argentine ; 
 
 The scent which sleeps in folded lid ; 
 Not for themselves their grand design : 
 
 Where power is lodged, there use is hid. 
 
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 Each spendthrift moment swells th' amount 
 Of power abused or run to waste ; 
 
 And each augments the vast account 
 To which the circling seasons haste. 
 
 O, wherefore in disdainful sloth 
 
 Fold we our arms, while at our door 
 
 He stands unknown to whom our troth 
 Of fealty and love we swore ? 
 
 The lireathless M'orld awaits the sign ; 
 
 Its heart is sick — it beats so strong ; 
 Shall we, who know the Lord, combine 
 
 To cheat its hope— its pain prolong ? 
 
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 As well our traitorous bands were lift, 
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 To each — to all — we liear the gift : 
 Heirs of a l)etter testament. 
 
 If, in some boliday of grace. 
 
 We went to this new Rabbi's home. 
 And found, within that lowly place, 
 A wisdom strange to loftier dome ; 
 
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 Its marvel and its mystery o'er, 
 Its promise grand of gift or store 
 Flushes the fevered cheek no more. 
 
 It held along its restless course, 
 As o'er the plain some fiery horse, 
 Without repose, without remorse. 
 
 Reckless if weal or woe betide. 
 
 If ban or boon be scattered wide ; 
 
 Though some have lived, and some have died. 
 
 Though some, beneath the pitying moon, 
 Have struggled, paled, and fallen soon ; 
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 The year, vaih all its pomp of suns. 
 Is miied amid the olden ones. 
 
 But, ere its solemn funeral, 
 It let its mantle-memory tail. 
 In last l^equeathment, on us all. 
 
 The memories of its various times 
 Dwell in the tranceful ear, like chimes, 
 Or music of some old-world rhymes. 
 
 These memories — distinct, deep-lined— 
 Light up each traveled path behind. 
 Like fitful fire-lights, to the mind. 
 
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 Down pressing, on the liurdened braui, 
 Some torturing thought of giant pain. 
 
 To others, like a falling star. 
 
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 Old joys, old griefs, in mingling mass, 
 Vivid, minute, as in a glass. 
 
 Each peril, once so darkly feared, 
 
 Each omen, sinister and weird, 
 
 Each fonder home-thought, twice endeared. 
 
 No single feature softened down, 
 Each joy its smile has, and its croAvn, 
 Each grief its old original frown. 
 
 It cannot be that life shall end 
 
 In the dark grave o'er which we bend 
 
 When memory hath no death for friend. 
 
 And as we muse, the truths licneath 
 Flash forth as from an inner sheath ; 
 The lessons which all years bequeath , 
 
 That, 'mid the tumult and unrest. 
 Thick mists upon the mountam's bieust, 
 God's sun is glad ujiou the crest. 
 
 That wrong is but the slave of x'lght, 
 And soon the day shall burst in sight, 
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 Of heaven the sign — of earth the calm ! 
 The poor man's Ijirthright and his lialm ! 
 God's witness of celestial things ! 
 A sun " with healing in its wings." 
 
 New nsing in this Gospel time, 
 And in its sevenfold light sul)lime ; 
 Blest day of God ! we hail the dawn, 
 To gratitude and worship drawn. 
 
 Through the hot world, from weeK to week, 
 'Twere vain the soul's repose to seek ; 
 But on the Sabbath's restful air 
 Is Nature's voiceless call to prayer. 
 
 O'er all the quiet landscape spreads 
 A hush, like that which evening sheds 
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 By travail of the week oppressed, 
 But when the psalms of Sabbath rise 
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 What masks o'er latent anguish worn, 
 What pangs of heart-l^reak, jalots of sin, 
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 To sing before the mercy-seat. 
 And ere the darkness round us fell 
 We bade the grateful vespers swell. 
 
 Wliate'er has risen from heart sincere. 
 Each upward glance of filial fear, 
 Each litany devoutly prayed. 
 Each gift upon thine altar laid, 
 
 Each tear regretful of the past. 
 Each longing o'er the future cast, 
 Each brave resolve, each spoken vow, 
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 The dross we vainly brought for gold ; 
 
 If we have knelt at alien shrine, 
 Or insincerely bowed at thine. 
 Or basely offered " blind and lame," 
 Or blushed beneath unholy shame ; 
 
 Or — craven jjrophets — turned, to flee 
 When duty bade us speak for thee ; 
 'Mid this sweet stillness, while we ))ow, 
 Jesus, our Lord, forgive us now ! 
 
 O let each following Salibath yield 
 For our loved work an ampler field, 
 A sturdier hatred of the wrong, 
 A stronger liurj^ose to grow strong : 
 
 And teach us erring souls to win, 
 And " hide " their " multitude of sin ; " 
 To tread in Christ's long-sufi''ring way, 
 And grow more like him day by day. 
 
 So as our Sabbaths hasten past. 
 And rounding years bring nigh the last ; 
 When sinks the sun behind the hill. 
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 ^^C The song burst forth ; like a soul-burden, stronger 
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 The advent one — the kindness universal ! 
 
 The world is summoned to the glad rehearsal ! 
 Learner of harper's skill and minstrel's chime! 
 
 O, sorcery rare ! oft have its 'trancing spells, 
 
 More potent when the storm-clouds gathered denser, 
 Breathed fragrance on the air — as in the censer 
 
 The " linked sweetness " of all flowers dwells. 
 
 Father in heaven ! we bless thee for the song ! 
 
 It melts into our hearts, and makes them warmer; 
 
 It stirs us to i^ut on the wanior's armor. 
 And in thy name do Ijattle with the wrong. 
 
 Father in heaven ! we bless thee for the Child ! 
 
 For in him thou hast blest with endless blessing ; 
 
 No reach of good — no gift beyond our guessing, 
 Is lacking now, \dx\\ Jesus reconciled. 
 
 And all the human joy these seasons know 
 Is but a solemn act of recognition — 
 A silent homage, paid to that blest vision. 
 
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 And darkened th' indignant sun. 
 
 Here rose the taunts of cruel scorn, 
 Here hung the felons by His side ; 
 
 Less vile than they who wove the thorn. 
 And reared the cross on which He died. 
 
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 As darkness ruled e'er time began. 
 
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 For all our sin, and doom, and debt, 
 By costliest price were canceled tliere. 
 
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 Invite the pilgrim-feet to stray, 
 
 As some fair shrine, where buried hopes 
 Love has embalmed to cheat decay. 
 
 The full heart here, all shrines above, 
 Its wealthier adoration pours ; 
 
 In sight of that all-suffering love, 
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 'Tis not the power all ills to cure. 
 
 Nor flash earth's beauty on the blind: 
 
 'Tis not that loaves to banquets grew 
 "Whene'er He willed the thousands fed : 
 
 Nor, at His word, that life anew 
 
 Quickened the swathed or bm-ied dead : 
 
 'Tis not His teaching, though He spake 
 The wisest words to human thought ; 
 
 Words, which the proud ones oft mistake. 
 But sweetly to the child-heart taught : 
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 The seal to all his words to give ; 
 
 Not in the martyr's scom of pain ; 
 To die that all the world might live ! 
 
 
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 Erewhile too darkly understood ! 
 
 We for the living Saviour yearn ; 
 Our trust is in the sjDrinkled blood 1 
 
 And while by faith we humbly cling 
 To Christ the crucified alone, 
 
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 His home of love, his haunt of fear, 
 
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 That all around seemed charm and token ; 
 So there its last word must be spoken, 
 
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 Could loftiest songs of triumph rise ? 
 Do not our own sad Bethanies 
 
 Distill the subtlest joys we know ? 
 
 Unvail the heavenly worlds afar ? 
 
 Till, purged and strong, the upward faith 
 Can hear what each crowned hari)er saith, 
 
 And worship where the angels are ? 
 
 And now upon the mount He stands. 
 With heaven already on his brow ; 
 Who dares to doubt his Godhead now ? 
 
 And blesses them with lifted hands. 
 
 " He blessed them" — this the great design 
 For which incarnate God came down, 
 To weave, of mortal thorns, the crown ; 
 
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 The desert dreams of death were past, 
 The four days' dead, though charneled fast, 
 
 Awoke to life mth sweet suqjrise. 
 
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 And angel-guards to tend Him throng, 
 'Mid radiant host and seraph song. 
 
 He pauses, e'en at heaven's gate, 
 
 To shed his latest blessing roimd : 
 
 And while their swelling hearts yet leap 
 And quiver 'neath its music deep, 
 
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 But calm and kingly, He ascends ; 
 His last thought here is for his friends, 
 
 His first in heaven, their fears to chide, 
 
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 The white-robed heralds whisper low, 
 " Why stand ye gazing upward so ? 
 
 A second time your Lord shall come." 
 
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 Beyond dark clouds and jasper walls 
 We, blinded, cannot see the track. 
 We may not wish the projihct back, 
 
 Nor gaze until his mantle falls. 
 
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 But we are frail. O Saviour ! keep, 
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 Pay unto Heaven your vows ! 
 Come laden inchlier than with turtle doves ! 
 Offer your faij-est— offer in God's house 
 
 The children of your loves ! 
 
 Not ])assed through Moloch-tire; 
 Not as the saciiticial tirstling, slain ; 
 But rendered, as the music from the lyre, 
 
 For praise and not for bane. 
 
 With swell of inward song, 
 And the heart's wrestling litanies of prayer, 
 Give them to Him to whom yourselves belong ; 
 Commit them to His care. 
 
 Biing them in robes of white — 
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 The inner grace, which shineth through the rite. 
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 But given to Christ, to feel his circling arm 
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 'Twill not be all in vain. 
 If faith abideth by the sacred ark ; 
 But on the child, e'en in the holy fane, 
 
 Will Jesus set his mark. 
 
 Seal of the cov'nant new. 
 While the bright chrism yet rests upon the face, 
 As on the flow'rets rest the morning dew — 
 Token of future grace. 
 
 Yes! bring the children soon ! 
 Christ will not utter one reproachful word, 
 But " suffer them " that they may take the boon 
 By royal hands conferred. 
 
 An angel guard to fence 
 The young soul from its early perils round ! 
 And waft the slumber from the droning sense 
 Ui^on enchanted ground. 
 
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 Awaiting use, amid earth's burd'ning cares ; 
 Help springing out of trouble ; and, at length. 
 Answers to vialed prayers. 
 
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 S'EAR pledge of love divinely true, 
 The rainbow of the covenant new, 
 Symbol of peace, 'mid sacred strife, 
 1^ Spanning the stormy heaven of life. 
 
 How the blest bond each sj^irit brings 
 From common cares to holy things ; 
 And bids both hope and mem'ry wake 
 In loving watch, for Jesus' sake ! 
 
 If nations, in their grateful praise, 
 Columns to wise or valiant raise ; 
 K some tall mound, or guarded tree, 
 Hallow the shrines of liberty ; 
 
 If relics of dear days gone by 
 
 Are hoarded from rude gazer's eye. 
 
 And cherished with extremest care. 
 
 And linked with life, and blessed by prayer ; 
 
 Be this our sign ! that Christ hath wrought 
 Triumph for us, transcending thought ; 
 Be this our gauge ! that Christ doth bear 
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 " I go to leave you. Ye are mine. 
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 Somids, 'plaining still that dear bequest, 
 Of Christian faith the badge and test ; 
 Last message to the Church below, 
 " My death until my coming show." 
 
 Link — to assure our hearts — the twain. 
 Future of worship — past of pain, 
 Session of judgment — blast of scorn, 
 That, crown of glory— this, of thorn. 
 
 And as, sometimes, when words would fail. 
 The kindling eye takes up the tale. 
 And speaks in light, though not in sound, 
 Its prophecy to all around ; 
 
 So let this living symbol teach 
 More eloquent than human speech. 
 The Saviour died. Our sins he bore. 
 The Saviour lives, " to die no more." 
 
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 Here while we wait, in rev'rent fear, 
 Longing, yet trembling, to draw near, 
 Waiting for some celestial sign, 
 Some warrant from the lips Divine ; 
 
 O breathe the life into the bread ! 
 And let our himg'ring hearts be fed ! 
 The power into the cup inspire, 
 To slake our soul-thirst of desire ! 
 
 Let us the mount of vision scale, 
 And pierce the skies, and pass the vail, 
 And hear th' adoring harpers' tone. 
 And see " the rainbow romid the throne." 
 
 Then turn from these blest sights away, 
 To work and win as conqu'rors may, 
 Thy braver witnesses to be. 
 Constraining men — and worthy Thee. 
 
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 The while Tvith joy they thrill, 
 Are longing to intensify the feeling, 
 And sure each glowing change, o'er landscape stealing, 
 
 Will show scenes lovelier still ; 
 
 So, on life's changeful sea, 
 Now calm, now storm-swept, hearts which sail together, 
 Can find their bliss in clear or low'ring weather, 
 
 Yet long stUl more to see ; 
 
 And join their vent'rous hands 
 Together the dark future to unravel ; 
 Deeming the twain are stronger for the travel 
 
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 O, sacred wedded love ! 
 To-day come trooj)ing Mends with kindly token, 
 Breathing heart-blessings which lips leave unspoken. 
 
 But which are heard above. 
 
 Heaven wafts her gentlest airs. 
 New radiance lights all ordinary places, 
 And all the features of familiar faces 
 
 Grow bright — as if with prayers. 
 
 A blessing on the bond ! 
 The sacred link of those already plighted, 
 Not for this wasting world alone united, 
 
 But for the vast beyond. 
 
 On this remembered morn, 
 When hope and memory, in a solemn meeting, 
 Give to each other holy tryst and greeting. 
 
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 While in th' mutual troth 
 Each guileless heart in surest trust reposes ; 
 May faith entwine, of her fair heavenly roses, 
 
 Life-coronets for both. 
 
 The flowers along th' aisle 
 
 Be of life's path the ever-blooming symbol ; 
 
 And the life-music — more than clang of cymbal- 
 Kind voice and sunny smUe. 
 
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 Rapture without regret ! 
 A fire witli love for its loerennial fuel ; 
 The chrysolite of life ; a costly jewel 
 
 In a home-casket set. 
 
 A blessing on the twain 
 Made one to-day in new communion mystic I 
 May fragrant clouds, in baptism eucharistic, 
 
 Bless each with gracious rain ! 
 
 And the kind sun for aye 
 Shine on the home, sweet light of Heaven providing, 
 The home where dwelleth Christ — therein abiding 
 
 As in each heart to-day ! 
 
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 ERCHANCE we watclied around the bed 
 The fading of each nameless grace, 
 The life-light ebbing from the face, 
 'W^ Until the last slow wave had sped, 
 And left us gazing on the cold, unanswering dead. 
 
 The dead ! what wonder in the word ! 
 
 From thought and feeling strangely mute ; 
 No music in the broken lute 
 To be by man or nature stin-ed ; 
 Heedless of streamlet's voice, or lay of household bird. 
 
 The cypress is their only wreath ; 
 
 And grief above them gasps and sobs ; 
 
 You would not tliink what reljel throbs, — 
 As if a sword should chafe its sheath, — 
 Shook their wild hearts a week since. Now they 
 
 sleep beneath. 
 
 We pass below the somber yews, 
 
 Which all the greening barrows guard ; 
 And tread the still and rank church-yard, — 
 
 That lone, stern path which none refuse ; 
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 Our soul-rain on their opened graves ; 
 Such small relief our nature craves. 
 They knew our heart's true love before ; 
 Haply — not all unconscious — now they know it more. 
 
 And we to them give juster praise : 
 
 As those who, upward, from a mine, 
 See through the fainter daylight shine 
 
 Some steadfast star's imquenching blaze. 
 We see, through the dark tomb, their white and 
 blameless rays. 
 
 "Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust." 
 Of all our love, is this the end ? 
 Is nothing left us of our friend 
 But treasured page, or marble bust. 
 And leal life-memories of in^dolate truth and trust? 
 
 To sense no more. But faith can Ijid 
 The shadows from the soul uplift. 
 And own again the vanished gift, 
 Spite of the lying coffin-lid. 
 Only in trance of pause, our loved are from us hid. 
 
 Cast on the waveless lake yom* eye, 
 And in the mirror of its breast, 
 The cots — the pines — the snowy crest — 
 
 All in the depths reflected lie ; 
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 So Faith, when weeping over tombs, 
 Sees Easter-symbols in the clod. 
 Hills which go climbing up to God, 
 
 A fragrant wealth of heavenly blooms, 
 And far beyond, the glory of the golden domes. 
 
 Sorrow may not become despair ; 
 
 For Christ hath in the charnel lain 
 To turn its sore disgrace to gain. 
 
 He will both grave and crown prejDare ; 
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 AxOTHER Sabbath sun is down 192 
 
 'l As on some queenh' forehead sliiiies a rare and cosily gem . ... 37 
 
 ¥" As swiftly Hies the startled dove 76 
 
 i^ As travelers o'er some darksome waste 82 
 
 As voyagers on a lake 215 
 
 Bring all your new-burn joys 207 
 
 By triries, in our common ways 15 
 
 Closer to Christ the loved ones grew 88 
 
 Close sheltered ia some tVaLcrant nook 14G 
 
 :>jL Down the dark vale of lime full man^' a glance 18 .|,, 
 
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 ' £" Father 1 from all things marred and base 94 8 
 
 •^ Fiercely on Salem's towers and hills 56 ;!■ 
 
 >is Fierce through the land the invader sweeps 60 -J, 
 
 IL Forth through the solemn street 151 -J'- 
 
 Glad welcomes float around 130 
 
 Great are thy works, God ! and sought 63 
 
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 Hand in hand through all our ways 118 
 
 He coniL'th not, although we sent him tidings 1G4 
 
 " He led thein forth," as ofl before 203 
 
 Lord, wilt thou now the tiirone restore? 85 
 
 O'er Gennesaret, mountain-lionlered 40 
 
 close tlie book, and seal the seal 200 
 
 there are times of saddest slirift 170 
 
 speak not thus to hearts all palpitating 22 
 
 wherefore should those hands of love 13 
 
 wiio can tell of tlie sower's cares 46 
 
 Perchance we watched around tlie bed 218 
 
 Room for the last and largest grace 49 
 
 Shake from the soul its sloth ! . . . 155 
 
 Some faithless hearts have Hed 176 
 
 Speak not of trifles light as air 28 
 
 Stately on Shinar's ancient plain 91 
 
 " Sudden," as if tiiere covild not be repressed 197 
 
 Sweet is the sunlight after rain 189 
 
 The furrows are straightly drawn 34 
 
 The hour is come 1 'tis thus He wakes G6 
 
 Tiie eldest-born of God rejoiced ]43 
 
 The restful look which angels wear 43 
 
 The year has wrought its mystic rede 186 
 
 There are who say the world is drear 104 
 
 Tliere are would earth and heaven divorce 109 
 
 There is a love defies the years 1 8;i 
 
 There's winter on tlie hills to-day 53 
 
 They cast him fortii, tierce in tiieir rage and iiate 25 
 
 'Tis early morn. Come, cross the brook 70 
 
 Two fields for toil — tlie outer and tlie inner 101 
 
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 Unconscious sowers, scattering seed 1 7H 
 
 Upon the temple's glittering floors 100 
 
 fWhatisitthatHesaith? 79 
 
 . What time, in twilight hour, the wains 140 
 
 JJ, When art has grasped some graceful dream 121 
 
 ^ Where is the rest we long to gain ? 30 
 
 -^4 While fast the darkling year decays 179 
 
 »^^ Who will doubt that wishful mother 158 
 
 I , Who would not learn a lore like this 112 
 
 "^ With brow upraised, as one who sees his peers 133 
 
 A' With large round wonder in tiieir ej'es 167 
 
 %, With lightnings belted, cloud and tempests broke 11 
 
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