^^^"'^ 1/ 'A ,^^N ''■■* (5"ftW.^?x,l ,p iV/ ^' v'^'..' /\-''f Km ,^^:^ /A*^.:/..,, •^^rtO'll^ni^'j„;> m-'^^f/y^'^r^'r: r^-^A 7^^^^^ V mM g[A^^^.^^..::^^^:- ^..,,^^ -,^«^^'- ^^^ \ '. ^1^ Hc^l:^-^^ C^a-^^t^^^ /firV M c/h-f-it^ ^-^.^ .,^-h-t^^^^^^'^-'^-'^ c, • c e \ "■'3 • • • go: yu^ ITEWTDPK. DODD, MtlAE S: COMPACT, LIBRARY OF RELIGIOUS POETRY. A COLLECTION OF CJ^e T5zsit poem0 of all ^qzs anti CongucjS. IV/T/i BIOGRAPHICAL AND LITERARY NOTES. EDITED BY PHILIP SCHAFF, D.D., LL.D. AND ARTHUR OILMAN, M.A. ' Blessings on them and eternal praise. Who gave us nobler loves i^n<> ifghier c^rps ; ,' > • The Poets, who on earth have made us hei/s Ot Truth and pure Delight by heavenlv !ays !*>'>, i, •> TOit!) 3inustrati0ns. NEW YORK: DODD, MEAD, AND COMPANY. i88i. Copyright^ 1880, By Dodd, Mead, & Co. ! * » * " is*-'* A*T »»•• 'f PREFACE Religious poetry is the holy of holies of literature. In all ages poets have been the interpreters of the finer feelings of humanity, and the greatest have treated the loftiest themes that can employ the mind and the heart, — the relation of man to his Maker, and the duties and privileges which arise from it. It has been the aim of the editors to make the present collection truly catholic. It embraces a body of representative poems of all ages, denom- inations, and countries. The authors are allowed the fullest liberty of uttering their sentiments in their own words. While there are specimens of the poetry of almost all the masters of English composition, the minor poets have not been forgotten, nor has veneration for antiquity kept the editors from giving attention to the latest born of the great family of singers. The editors have not relied upon their general acquaintance with the subject, but have made extensive studies throughout the entire range of the literature. They have had the valuable aid, also, of special students and of persons of cultivated taste, who have given much thought to many of .the selections here presented from their favorite writers. The arrangement will be found natural and convenient. The poet's personality has been kept prominent, for the words are his, though ex- pressing the feelings of all. We have endeavored to make a book which the reader can take up in every frame of mind ; which will inspire noble thoughts and deeds ; which will comfort and cheer the lonely mourner ; which the mother will read to her daughter, the father to his son ; a book which the young and old will take pleasure in consulting whenever they desire communion with pure and noble minds, and the help that comes from contemplation of the better things of this world and the blessedness of the world to come. 250193 iv PREFACE. Thanks are due to the living authors who have, without exception, cheerfully given permission to use their poems, as well as to the publishers controlling copyrights. Among the latter are Messrs. C. Kegan Paul and Company, publishers of Mr. Tennyson's works ; Messrs. Longmans, Green, and Company, publishers of the valuable translations from the German made by Miss Winkvvorth ; and Messrs. Houghton, Miflflin, and Company, who have permitted the use of the poems of Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes, and other poets. Some of the poets — including Dr. Wordsworth, Bishop of Lincoln, Cardinal Newman, Bishop Coxe, and " the Author of John Halifax " — have kindly revised their poems submitted to them in proof. Some variations from the familiar text are due to this fact. The Editors. October, 1880. CONTENTS, LIST OF AUTHORS AND POEMS xv THE POET I Subjective Poems, in which the Poet writes of himself, his Mission, Companion- ships, and Hopes. THE POET AND NATURE . 29 The Poet's Observations on Nature (Mountains, Flowers, Birds, the Stars, the Rainbow, the Sea) especially as the Work of God uttering his Praise. THE POET AS A NARRATOR 71 Narrative and Descriptive Poems, and Poems based upon Historical Characters and Events. In His Name 143 Narrative Poems regarding Labors done in the Name of Christ THE POET SINGS OF COUNTRY 169 Poems of Patriotism, Home Missions. SCRIPTURAL PLACES, SCENES, AND CHARACTERS 191 Poems relating to Palestine and the East, and to Events in sacred History. THE POET CONTEMPLATES TIMES AND SEASONS 245 Poems on the Year, the New Year, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Harvest, Winter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, the Day, Morning, Noontide, Evening, Night. THE POET CONTEMPLATES LIFE AND EXPERIENCE .... 301 Life in general. Life a Pilgrimage, Duty, Sin, Penitence, Forgiveness, Conversion, Reason, Faith and Doubt, Hope, Peace, Love to God and Man, Humility, the Min- istry, Missions, the Church Militant, Christian Fellowship, Thankfulness. THE DRAMATIST'S VIEW OF LIFE AND DUTY 393 Extracts indicating the Nature of the Moral Lessons to be derived from the Writings of Shakespeare. THE POET CONTEMPLATES THE FAMILY LIFE 407 The Family, Home, Love, Marriage, Motherhood, Childhood, Age. THE CHRISTIAN EPIC 443 Extracts from the several Books of " Paradise Lost," by which the story of the Poem is told. vi CONTENTS. THE POET WITH GOD 463 Poems on the Holy Trinity, the Character of God the Father, and the Relations of Man to him. The Poet's Trusting Heart 509 Poems expressing Trust and Resignation. God's Praise 532 Songs of Praise and Thanksgiving to God. Prayer 549 Poems which are Prayers, and Poems on the Nature of Prayer. The Lord's Day 563 Poems on the Sabbath. The Lord's House 582 Poems on Subjects connected with the House of God. God's Word 591 Poems on the Bible as God's Revelation. THE POET CONTEMPLATES THE SAVIOUR 597 Hymns and Poems of Praise to Jesus. The Saviour's Birth 709 Poems regarding John the Baptist, the Magians, and the Birth of Jesus. The Crucifixion 738 Passion Hymns and Poems. The Resurrection and the Ascension 760 Easter and Ascension Hymns and Poems. The Eucharist 791 Poems relating to the Lord's Supper. THE POET CONTEMPLATES THE HOLY SPIRIT 799 Poems on the Mission of the Comforter appropriate to Whitsunday. THE POET IN THE FACE OF TRIAL AND SORROW .... 817 Poems of Comfort in view of Sorrow and Trial. THE POET IN VIEW OF DEATH AND THE JUDGMENT ... 851 The Departure, the Funeral, the Resurrection, the Judgment. THE POET'S VISION OF HELL, PURGATORY, AND PARADISE , . 909 Extracts from Dante's "Divina Commedia." THE POET IN VIEW OF HEAVEN . 931 Eternity, the Church Triumphant, Angels, Heaven the Home of the Blest. INDEX OF FIRST LINES 989 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Biographical items are to be found on the pages indicated by the numbers connected with the names of the authors. ABBOT, FRANCIS ELLINGWOOD . Birthday Prayer, A . . . . Child's Picture, The .... Little Margaret ADAM OF ST. VICTOR Behold the Day the Lord hath made. " Salve dies dierum gloria"' .... Four Evans^elists, The. " Supra coelos dum conscendit." (Plumptre. ) Still thy Sorrow, Magdalena. " Pone luctum Magdalena." (Washburn.) . ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY .... Psalm cxxxix ADAMS, SARAH FULLER FLOWER . Father, thy Will be done Nearer to Thee ADDISON, JOSEPH .... How shall I appear ? Praise to God Psalm xix. ...... Psalm xxiii. Traveller's Hymn of Gratitude, The ALBRECHT,MARGRAF VON BRANDEN BURGH-CULMBACH . Whate'er God will. "Was mein Gott will.' (Frothingham.) .... ALDANA, FRANCISCO DE. Image of God, The. (Longfellow.) ALDRICH, THOMAS BAILEY Baby Bell ALEXANDER, CECIL FRANCES (HUM PHRIES) Burial of Moses, The .... Earth and Heaven .... Prayer to Jesus Reason and Faith .... Whitsunday . ' ALEXANDER, JAMES WADDELL . Go forth, my Heart. (Gerhardt.) I leave thee not. (Dessler.) Now the Crucible is breaking. ( Hartmann. Passion Hymn. (Gerhardt and St. Ber NARD.) Name of Jesus, The. (St. Bernard.) ALEXANDER, WILLIAM His Name Jacob's Ladder ALEXANDER, WILLIAM LINDSAY . The Last Wish PAGE 545 545 432 S79 763 763 654 846 495 495 508 508 903 903 541 33 491 541 523 523 475 431 431 204 204 936 626 349 800 867 21 626 867 744 623 64 710 64 28 28 PAGE ALFORD, HENRY 429 Baptismal Hymn • 429 Doubt, A ...... . 352 Easter Ode, An 772 Harvest Home 253 Henry Martyn at Shiraz . . . .158 Hymn for Family Worship, A . . . 41S Master's Call, The 607 Peace ..:..,. 64 That Day of Wrath. (Thomas of Celano.) 899 Trust 521 ALFRED, KING. 849-901. Of Tolerance. (Boethius. Fox.) , . 829 ALLEN, ELIZABETH A. C. . . . 342 Bringing our Sheaves with us ... 342 ALLEN, JAMES 610 Worthy the Lamb 610 ALLEN, WILLIAM T]-^ Welcome, O Day ! "j-j^ ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM .... 574 Levavi oculos 834 Sunday Bells . . . . . . 574 AMBROSE, ST 279, 609 Morning. " Splendor Patemae gloria." (Chandler.) 279 Thou Brightness of the Father's Ray. " Splen- dor Paternsegloriae." ( Translator unknown ) 609 AMBROSIAN HYMNS. (Caswall.) " Sterna coeli gloria " .... 280 " Aurora jam spargit polum "... 285 "Jesu Redemptor omnium " . . . 262 " Nunc sancte nobis spiritus "... 802 " Rector potens, verax Deus " . . . 287 " Rerum Deus tenax vigor " . . .287 " Te Deum laudamus." (Two versions.) . 465 ANATOLI US, ST 651 Christ in the Tempest. Zo<|)epas Tpi/cv/u.ta?. (Neale.) 651 Evening Hymn. Trji/^z/uiepav 5teA0c6c. (Neale.) 294 ANDREW OF CRETE 344 Penitence, rio^ef dpfo^at Oprtvelv. (Neale.) 344 Triumph in Christ. Ov yap pKenel^ tow? rapaT- TOfTa?. (Neale.) 783 ANGELO, MICHAEL BUONAROTTI. On Dante. (Taylor.) . . . .910 Prayers I make. The. (Wordsworth.). 550 ANGELUS, SILESIUS. (See Scheffler, Johann.) ANNA, COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA. (See Finch, Anna.) Vlll INDEX OF AUTHORS. ANSTICE, JOSEPH 521 Casting our Care on God . . . . 521 Christ's Kingdom and Judgment . . 606 Evening 290 AQUINAS, THOMAS. 1227-1274. Communion Hymn. " Pange, lingua gloriosi." (Nealk.) 793 Feast, The. " O Esca viatorum." (Palmer.) 792 Hymn for the Blessed Sacrament, The. *' Lauda Sion salvatorem." (Crash aw.) . 797 ARNDT, ERNST MORITZ ... 670 I know in Whom I put my Trust. *' Ich weiss an wen ich glaube." (VVinkworth.) . 670 ARNOLD, EDWIN 848 After Death in Arabia 848 He and she 859 ARNOLD, JANE E 801 He shall testify of Me. (Malan.) . . 801 ARNOLD, MATTHEW . . . . 610 Good Shepherd with the Kid, The . . 610 Litany for Deliverance .... 646 Monica's last Prayer 74 ASKEW, ANNE 355 The Fight of Faith 355 ASSCHENFELD, KARL JULIUS . . 601 Amid Life's wild Commotion. " Aus irdischem Getlimmel." 601 AUBER, HARRIET 801 Comforter comes. The . . . . 801 Guiding Star, The 711 AUSTIN, JOHN 32 Nature's Praise 32 BACON, FRANCIS. 1561-1626. Upright Man, The ^i^ What Life shall Man choose ? . . . -^06 BACON, LEONARD 189 Hymn 189 BAHNMAIER, JONATHAN FRIEDRICH. 1774-1841. The Diffusion of the Gospel. " Walte, walte nahundfern." (Winkworth.) . . 595 BAIRD, CHARLES W. The Early Dead 880 BAKER, F. B. (Priest.) .... 986 A Song to the Tune of Diana . . . 986 BAKER, REV. SIR HENRY WILLIAMS 694 God manifest in the Flesh. (Prudentius.) 694 God's faithful Mercy 500 Heaven 9^0 Lord Jesus, God and Man . . . 609 Marriage Hymn 410 Passion Hymn. (Bernard and Gerhardt.) 746 Prayer for Peac3 559 BAKEWELL, JOHN 702 Hail, thou once despised Jesus I . . 702 BALL, WILLIAM 703 Praise to Jesus 703 BANCROFT, GEORGE 44 At Kandersteg 44 BANNERMAN, D. D 610 Salutation to Jesus Christ (Calvin. ) . 610 BARBAULD, ANNA LETITIA . . .772 Christian Friendship .... 374 Death of the Virtuous, The . . . .857 Easter Sunday Invitation Love to God BARCLAY, JOHN Be filled with the Spirit BARING-GOULD, SABINE Christian Unity and Progress City God hath made. The Olive-Tree, The Onward ! . . . BARTON (Ingemann.) BERNARD . . . • At Evening there shall be Light . Bible, The Bishop Hubert Despise not thou the Chastening of the Almighty Faith, liope, and Charity .... On the Glory depicted round the Head of the Saviour . . . . Pool of Bethesda BARTON GREY .... Christmas Carol, A . . . . Easter Song, An .... Follow me ! In the Last Days .... BASKERVILLE, ALFRED. (Germany.) Morning Hymn. (Seume.) Morning Hymn. (Klopstock.) Praise of the Godhead. (Kleist.) Prayer during Battle. (Korner.) . Prayer for Peace. (Immekmann.) Resuirection, The. (Klopstock.) . BATES, CHARLOTTE FISKE . Parable of the Apple-Blossoms . Satisfied Secret of Victory, The BATHURST, WILLIAM HILEY For Grace to return .... Thy Kingdom come .... BAXTER, RICHARD .... Psalm of Praise, A . . , . Resignation BAYLY, THOMAS HAYNES The Pilot BAYNES, ROBERT HALL The Last Supper BEATTIE, WILLIAM . Evening Hymn of the Alpine Shepherds BEAUMONT, SIR JOHN Of the Epiphany BEAUMONT, JOSEPH . An Evening Hymn . BEDDOME, BENJAMIN Communion of Saints Glorious Gift of God, The Glory of the Scriptures, The Jesus wept . Worth of Prayer, The BEDE, THE VENERABLE. 672-735. Hymn for the Holy Innocents. " Hymnus canentes martyrum." (Neale.) Hymn cf Glory let us sing, A. '* Hymnum canamus gloriae." (Charles.) BEMBO, PIETRO Turning to God . . . . BENEDICT, ERASTUS CORNELIUS " Stabat Mater." (Jacobus de Benedic- TIS ) 772 609 34 802 802 37 J 373 950 75 277 940 940 593 103 834 939 702 224 1^ 263 773 608 263 280 282 490 186 560 774 380 310 281 380 607 607 606 519 542 519 5^4 5'4 796 796 47 47 722 722 295 295 374 374 606 592 666 559 735 7^7 350 350 748 748 INDEX OF AUTHORS. IX With Terror Thou dost strike. " Gravi me terrore pulsas " (Damiam.) BENEDICTIS, JACOBUS DE . "Stabat mater dolorosa." (Benedict.) '^ Stabat mater dolorosa." (Monsell.) BENNETT, G. The Time for Prayer . BENNETT, LUCY A. . . . Asleep, Asleep BENNETT, MARY E. . . . Graduated BENNETT, WILLIAM COX . God is Love ..... Life is earnest ..... Prayers, The ..... Song of Death, The .... Thought, A ..... BERNARD OF CLAIR VAUX . Jesu, the very Thought of Thee. " Jesu, dulcis memoria." (Caswali.. ) Jesus, thou Joy of Loving Hearts. " Jesu, dul cedo cordium." (Palmer.) Name of Jesus, The. "Jesu, dulcis memo ria." (Alexander.) .... Passion Hymn. " Salve caput cruentatum.' (Alexander.) Passion Hymn. " Salve caput cruentatum.'' (Jackson.) Passion Hymn. " Salve caput cruentatum. (Baker.) BERNARD OF CLUNY Celestial Country, The. " Hora Novissima. (Neale.) BERRIDGE, JOHN .... Childlike Simplicity. (Wesley.) Church Triumphant, The BETHUNE, GEORGE WASHINGTON . He died for Me Jesus all sufficient. (Hardenbergh.) . Joy and Gladness Ni,G;ht Study O Jesus, when I think of Thee BICKERSTETH, EDWARD HENRY . Prince of Peace, The .... To my Sister on the Eve of her Marriage . Village Evening Hymn, The BLACKIE, JOHN STUART . Benedicite ...... Sabbath Hymn on the Mountains BLAKE, WILLIAM .... Holy Thursday Lamb, The On Another's Sorrow .... BLEW, WILLIAM JOHN . Final Rest, The O Lord, thy Wing outspread BOETHIUS, ANCIUS MANLIUS SEVE RINUS. 470-524. Imploring Divine Light. (Johnson.) Of Tolerance. (King Alfred. Fox.) BODEN, JAMES " Yet there is Room " . . . , BOHMER, J. H. Courage, my tempted Heart. " Brich durch mein angefocht'nes Herz." ( Winkwokth.) BONAR, HORATIUS .... Abide with us . . . . Be True 897 748 748 748 557 857 857 441 441 560 483 311 560 862 481 622 622 656 623 744 745 746 98 1 9S1 432 432 957 297 752 605 691 297 605 730 730 411 291 543 543 572 430 430 432 822 8'3 864 813 500 829 608 608 673 605 611 3" Book of God, The Everlasting Memorial, The Dropping down the River Few more Years shall roll, A Graves of Ocean, The . I lay my S:ns on Jesus Let us go forth Little While, A . Resignation . Show us Jesus .... Supper of Thanksgiving, The BORTHWICK, JANE . Believer's Dying Testament, The (Schmolke.) . Brook, The (Heusser-Schweizer Christ the Comforter. (Heusser-Schwei ZER.) Here and There. (Lange.) . Jesus, still lead on. (Zinzendorf.) , Li^ht in Darkness. (Spitta.) Mountains. (Heusser-Schweizer.) O Sweet Home-echo (Heusser-Schweizer Resignation. (Schmolke.) Rest, Weary Soul .... Song of the Sojourner. (Gerhardt.) Thus far the Lord hath led us on BOTTA, ANNA C. LYNCH . Christ betrayed Faith BOUTELLE, MARY KEELY. Only a Word .... BOWDLER, JOHN .... Psalm cxxi Sing to the Lord BOWLES, WILLIAM LISLE. 1 762-1 850. The Cell of the Missionary BOWRING, EDGAR ALFRED The Descent into Hell. (Goethe.) BOWRING, SIR JOHN Cross, The From the Recesses God is Love Night. (HtRDER.) Noche Serena. (Luis Ponce de Leon.) O Thou Eternal One. (Derzhavin.) Psalm cxxxiii. (Brederode.) To the Incomprehensible God. (Melen- DEZ.) Watchman, tell us of the Night . While to Bethlem. (Do Ceo.) BRACKETT, ANNA C Denial BRADFORD, SARAH H. Resurrection BRADDOCK, EMILY A. The Com and the Lilies . BRADLEY, MARY E. Returning BRADY, NICHOLAS. (See Tate, Nahum.) BRAINARD, JOHN GARDNER CALKINS Fall of Niagara, The Jerusalem . BRAINERD, MARY G God knoweth BRANCH, MARY BOLLES. The Petrified Fern BRANDENBURG, LOUISA HENRIETTA, ELECTRESS OF Christ Risen. "Jesus, me'ne Zr.versicht." (Winkworth.) 16 866 892 893 605 f,\ 514 678 796 515 873 69 640 935 884 833 40 )943 841 320 326 738 738 356 840 604 494 604 680 6S0 625 738 22 482 295 62 471 376 470 625 709 551 551 774 499 3^7 68 68 195 5H 514 937 770 770 INDEX OF AUTHORS. BREDERODE, GERBRAND Psalm c.Kxxiii. (Bowring.) BRETON, NICHOLAS . The Priest BREVIARY, THE ROMAN. Passion, The. " Saevo dolorum turbine." (Caswall.) Praise to the Lamb. " Ad regias Agni dapes." (Campbell.) Wounds of Christ, The. " Salvete Christi vulnsra." (Caswall.) BREVIARY, THE PARIS. Helped by the Almighty's Arm. " Forti tengente branchia." (Chambers.) . Sunday Praise. " Ad templa nos rursus vocat." (Caswall.) . . . . BRIGHT, JONATHAN HUNTINGTON . Dying Flower, The In coelo quies BRIDGES, MATTHEW Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise • Serapiis' Song, The BROOKS, CHARLES T Amen of the Stones, Jhe. (Kosegarten.) Diabohis the Doubter .... Faithful Monk, The Good Night. (KoRNEK.) Our Country Lost Church, The. (Uhland.) BROWN, J. E. A. Advent. (Gerok.) BROWN, PHCEBE HINSDALE . I love to steal awhile away -BROWNE, FRANCES . Dying Poet's Hope, The . Flowers in the Sick-Room Hope of the Resurrection, The BROWNE, SIMON .... .Prayer for Light and Guidance . Lord's Day, The .... BROWNE, SIR THOMAS . A Colloquy with God . BROWNING, ELIZABETH BARRET Adequacy Bereavement Cheerfulness Taught by Reason Child's Thought of God, A Comfort . . . . Consecration Consolation ..... Cowper's Grave .... Cry of the Human, The De Profundis Exaggeration .... Grief Look, The Meaning of the Look, The Memory and Hope My Doves ..... Patience taught by Nature . Poet, The Sabbath Morning at Sea, A . Sleep, The ..... Substitution .... Tears Two Sayings .... Victoria's Tears .... Virgin Mary to the Child Jesus, The Work Work and Contemplation Young Queen, The .... 37e 3f>7 3^7 757 794 757 604 573 939 865 939 776 776 956 296 lOI 353 103 296 175 941 663 536 536 897 s;; 897 560 560 570 477 477 430 17 834 350 430 625 630 830 lit 8,9 753 753 729 55 33 2 565 856 624 825 754 185 727 33<^ 3M 184 BROWNING, ROBERT . Boy and the Angel, The Epistle, An God's View of Service Saul .... Twins, The BRUCE, MICHAEL Dying in the Lord Millennium, The . BRUN, SOPHIA FREDERICA CHRISTI- ANA (MUNTER) .... Chamouni at Sunrise BRUNSWICK, ANTON ULRICH, DUKE OF. 1633-1714. God's sure Help. (Winkworth.) BRYAN, JOSEPH. Psalm Ixv. BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN . Blessed are they that mourn Communion Hymn Conqueror's Grave, The .... Hymn of the Waldenses .... I will send them Prophets and Apostles . Love of God, The. (Rascas. ) . Mutual Kindness " No Man knoweth his Sepulchre" Prayer for Home Missions Region of Life and Light. (Luis Po^'CE DE Leon.) Thou hast put all Things under his Feet . BRYDGES, SIR SAMUEL EGERTON Day of Judgment, The. " Dies irae, dies ilia." (Thomas of Celano.) St. Francis Xavier BULFINCH, STEPHEN GREENLEAF . Communion of Saints, The .... Testimony of Miracles .... BUONAROTTI, MICHAEL ANGELO. (See Angelo.) BURBIDGE, THOMAS Daisy, The .... Hymn to the Holy Spirit . BURLEIGH, WILLIAM HENRY " Blessed are the Pure in Heart." Blessed are they that mourn Gifted for Giving Good in 111 . Matins Needed Blessings Still will we trust BURNS, JAMES DRUMMOND Chastening . . . . Sunday .... BURNS, ROBERT . Cotter's Saturday Night, The Lines left at a Friend's House . BURTON, JOHN . Holy Bible, Book Divine . BURTON, JOHN . The Spirit asked for . BUTLER, WILLIAM ALLEN Work and Worship . BUTTS, MRS. MARY F. Other Mothers .... BYRD, WILLIAM. i54o?-i623(' My Minde to me a Kingdom is. (Dyer.) BYROM, JOHN .... Hymn for Christmas, A . . . Soul's Tendency towards its True Centre, The 331 108 231 33^ 217 ^37 682 869 682 43 43 528 33 831 831 793 891 ^33 475 464 373 202 190 967 624 901 901 160 959 959 624 o4^ 812 840 364 840 840 280 820 520 824 824 568 415 415 409 594 594 806 8c6 123 123 420 420 363 724 724 624 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XI BYRON, GEORGE GORDON, LORD . By the Rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept J Destruction of Sennacherib, The . Oh, weep for those CALDERON DE LA BARCA, PEDRO Cross, The. (Trench.)- Holy Eucharist, The. (Trench.) 'J hou art of all created Things . CALLANAN, JEREMIAH JOSEPH . Mary Magdalen CALVIN, JOHN Salutation to Jesus Christ. " Je te salue, mon certain Redempteur ! " .... CAMBRIDGE, ADA. (See Cross, Ada Cam- bridge.) CAMERON, WILLIAM .... How bright these Glorious Spirits shine ! (Watts.) CAMPBELL, ROBERT .... Praise to the Lamb. (Breviary.). CAMPBELL, THOMAS .... Hallowed Ground Last Man, The Nativity, 'J'he ...... Rainbow, The CAREY, HENRY. 1663-1743. God save the King CARLYLE, JOSEPH DACRE . A Broken and a Contrite Heart CARLYLE, THOMAS . Luther's Hymn Mason-Lodge. (Goethe CARY, ALICE . Blind Traveller, The Faith and Works Fire by the Sea, The God is Love Hints Lost Lilies . My Creed . Open Secrets Short Sermon, A Sunday Morning Sure VVitness, T'he . Thorns Two Travellers . CARY, HENRY FRANCIS .... The Poet's Vision of Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise. (Dante.) .... CARY, PHCEBE Christmas . Christmas Sheaf, The . Field Preaching Human and Divine Leak in tlie Dike, The Little Gottlieb Monkish Legend, A . Nearer Home Our Pattern Over-payment Poor Margaret . St. Bernard of Clairvaux Unbelief . Via crucis, via lucis CASIMIR. (SeeSARBiEVius.) CAS WALL, EDWARD .... Bethlehem ! of Noblest Cities. " O sola niag- narum urbium." (Prudentius.) . 213 2t3 213 213 476 755 791 476 229 229 610 610 958 958 794 794 73' 319 731 171 545 545 510 510 322 430 107 354 235 483 72 520 373 312 430 564 56 5^5 106 9ir 911 261 276 57 309 •35 274 100 25 104 5.6 II t 135 25' 839 710 Christmas Day. " Jesu, Redemptor omni- um." (Ambrosian.) .... 262 Christmas Day. " Adeste fideles." . . 262 Dedication of a Church. " Coelistis Urbs Jerusalem." 585 Evening Hymn. " Rerum Deus tena.x vigor." (Ambrosian.) 287 Evensong. " Sol praeceps rapitur." . . 290 Funeral Hymn. "Jam moesta quiesce que- rela." (Prudentius.) . . . .872 Hymn of St. Francis Xavier . . . 517 Hynm to the Holy Spirit. " Veni, Creator spiritus." (Charlemagne?) . . . 808 Hymn to the Holy Spirit. "Nunc sancte nobis Spiritus." (Ambrosian.) . . 802 Hymn to the Spirit. " Veni, Sancte Spiritus." '(Robert II.) 810 Jesus hath vanished. " Erumpe tandem juste dolor." 774 Jesu, the very Thought of Thee. " Jesu dul- cis memoria." (Bernard of Clairvaux.) 622 Life above, the Life on high. The. " Vivo sin vivir en mi." (St. Teresa.) . . . 9^6 Light cf the Soul. " Lux alma Jesu men- tium." ........ 623 Morning Hymn. " /Eterna coeli gloria." (Ambrosian.) ...... 2S0 Morning Hymn. " Ecce jam noctis tenuatur umbra." (Gregory the Great. ) . 2S6 Morning Hymn. " Aurora jam spargit po- lum." (Ambrosian.) .... 285 Noble Army of Martyrs, The. " Sanctorum meritis inclyta gaudia." .... 960 Noontide Hymn. " Rector potens, verax Deus." (Ambrosian.) .... 287 Passion, The. " Saevo dolore turbine." (Breviary.) 757 Pastor, The. " Pastor animarum." . . 691 Sing, my Tongue, the Saviour's Battle. " Pange, lingua, gloriosi." (Fortuna- TUS.) . 621 Sleep, Holy Babe 731 Sunday Praise. " Ad templa nos rursus vo- cat." (Breviary.) . . . . -573 "Te Deum laudamus." (Ambrosian.) . 465 Wounds of Christ, The. " Salvete Christi vul- nera." (Breviary.) 758 CAWOOD, JOHN 715 Hark ! what mean those Holy Voices ? . . 715 CELANO, THOMAS OF, Thirteenth century. " Dies irx, dies ilia " (Brydges.) . 902 " Dies irae, dies ilia." (Collyer.) . . 903 "Dies irai, dies ilia." (Crashaw.) . . 902 "Dies iraj, dies ilia." (Irons.) . . .900 " Dies ira;, dies ilia." (Madan. Wesley.) 904 " Dies irae, dies ilia." (Roscommqn.) . 902 " Dies irse, dies ilia." (Scott.). . . 901 CENNICK, JOHN 600 Jesus the Way 600 Rejoicing in Hope 326 The Judgment ^ Madan. Wesley.) . . 904 CEO, VIOLANTE DO 709 While to Bethlem. (Bowring.). . . 709 CHAMBERS, JOHN DAVID ... 604 Helped by the Almighty's Arm. (Breviary.) 604 CHANDLER, JOHN 736 Christian Love. " O quam juvat patres, Deus." (Sanatolius.) . . . -374 Christ the Corner-Stone. " Angulare funda- mentum." 600 Hail, Infant Martyrs. " Salvete, flores mar- tyrum!" (Prudentius.) . . -73^ Morning. " Splendor paternae gloriae." (Am- brose.) 279 On Jordan's Brink. "Jordanis oras praevia vox ecce Baptistje quatit." (Coffin.) . 225 Xll INDEX OF AUTHORS. CHANNING, WILLIAM ELLERY A Poet's Hope Sleepy Hollow ..... CHARLEMAGNE, EMPEROR . "Veni, Creator Spiritus." (Caswall. ) "Veni, Creator Spiritus." (Drydkn ) "Veni, Creator Spiritus." (Hammond.) *' Veni, Creator Spiritus." (Williams.) "Veni, Creator Spiritus." (Wither) CHARLES, ELIZABETH RUNDLE Alpine Gentian, The .... Child on the Judgment Seat, The Cross, the Crown, The .... Cruse that faileth not, The Day of Life, The ..... Heaven's Glories. (Damiani.) Hymn of Glory, let us sing, A. (Beda.) Nature, no self-acting Instrument On a Baptism Pathways of the Holy Land, The Poet's Food, The .... To One at Rest .... Veiled An-jels CHATFIELD, ALLEN W To God. n TTavroiv eneKeLfa, (GREGORY Nazianzen.) CHATTERTON, THOMAS . A Hymn for Christmas-Day CHAUCER, GEOFFREY Gentilesse Soothfastness ..... CHORLEY, HENRY FOTHERGILL Prayer for Peace CHURTON, EDWARD .... Starry Night, The. (Luis Ponxe de Leon, CLARKE, JAMES FREEMAN Answer, The. (Dscheladeddin.) Children's Church, The. (Gerok.) , Christ's Presence in the House . Grass and Roses (Saadi.) Prayer of Mary, Quesn of Scots Way and the Life^ The. (De Wette.) CLARKE, WILLIS GAYLORD Euthanasia .... CLEMENT OF ALEXANDRIA Earliest Christian Hymn, The. ( Offices of Christ, The. Sxo.aioi' (Dexter.) . CLEMMER, MARY Something beyond . CLOUGH, ARTHUR HUGH . Hope evermore and believe Song of Lamech, The . What went ye out for to see.? COBBE, FR.ANCES POWER Rich in the Lord COFFIN, CHARLES .... " Jordanis eras przevia." (Chandler.) COLERIDGE, HARTLEY . Death-bed Reflections of Michel An-elo Prayer Prayer Sabbath-day's Child, The . . * . She loved Much .... COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR Christmas Carol, A . . . . Human Life Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni My Baptismal Birthday .... Pltjmptre.; 6 6 890 S08 808 809 809 804 8x1 33 47 III 743 841 90S 980 787 33 429 J 94 881 835 469 469 261 261 3^3 3V3 368 187 187 63 63 48 87 428 408 48 534 603 438 438 602 655 602 972 972 531 53^ 199 621 846 846 225 225 579 561 562 579 229 260 260 3°7 42 429 COLLYER, WILLIAM BENGO Backslider, The . Haste, Traveller, haste ! Judgment, The. (Ringwaldt.) CONDER, JOSIAH . Lord is King, The See the ransomed Millions Trust in Jesus COOKE, ROSE TERRY . It is more blessed Two Villages, The . Wood Worship CORNEILLE, PIERRE. 1606-1684. A Cry of the Soul. "O Dieu de v^rite pour qui seul je soupire ! " . COSMAS, THE MELODIST. Canon for Christmas-Day. Xptarb? yeupaTai • 8($d.craTe. (NeALE.) . God of our Fathers. Ol TratSe? eucre/3eta. (Neale.) ' . The Transfiguration. Xopbs 'lo-pa^A. (Neale. COSTELLO, LOUISA STUART . On the Death of Marguerite's Brother, Fran- cis I. (Marguerite of Valo's.) . COTTA, GIOVANNI BATTISTA . Evidences of God's Existence . COVERDALE, MILES . . . . Come, Holy Spirite. " Komm, Heiliger Ceist, Herre Gott." (Luther.) . Prayer to the Holy Ghost. (Luther.) COWLEY, ABRAHAM .... Christ's Passion Destroying Angel, The .... Ode on the Shortness of Life Reason, tlie Use of it in Divine Matters . Tree of Knowledge, The .... COWPER, WILLIAM Bible, The Cross, The Exhortation to Prayer Fountain opened, The .... Future Peace and Glory of the Church, The Jesus, my Salvation Joy and Peace in Believing Light shining out of Darkness Lovest thou me ? Peace after a Storm Place of Piayer, The .... Retirement Soul that loves God finds him everywhere, The Trust in God Walking with God . . . . . COX, FRANCES ELIZABETH . Christ our Light. (Fououf.). Christian to his Soul, The. (Zihn.) Earth has Nothing Sweet or Fair. (Schek- FLtiR.) Jesus lives ! (Gellert. ) O Holy Ghost ! (Lavater.) . One Thing's Needful. (Schroder.). Voice at Midnight, The " Wachet auf ! ruft uns die Stimme ! " (Nikolai.) . We sing to Thee, Emmanuel ! (Gerhardt.) COXE, ARTHUR CLEVELAND . Chimes of England, The .... Desire of all Nations, The Easter Hymn. (Goethe.) Heart's Song, The Hymn- for Wliitsunday .... Hymn in Holy Week, A . . . Hymn to the Redeemer .... Sacrament, The ..... 345 345 324 903 621 499 936 621 41 389 888 41 499 269 269 722 ) 788 872 480 480 8'3 813 814 750 201 854 350 314 562 596 830 562 620 589 620 ^1 498 619 66 586 42 479 5'9 327 702 702 5.8 619 775 814 618 890 678 685 .83 619 765 661 8.5 752 6S5 793 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Xlll CRABBE, REV. GEORGE The Pilr?rim CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCH Christmas Carol, A . Day by Day .... Faithful in Vanity-Fair First Waits, The .... Fishermen — not of Galilee Hymn for Christmas Morning, A Lancashire Doxology, A . Little Jew, The .... Marriage Table, A . . . Michael the Archangel . Philip, my King Psalm for New Year's Eve, A St. Christopher St. Elizabeth of Bohemia Sunday Morning Bells Word in Season, A . . . CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER PEARSE By the Shore of the River . Compensation .... Even ng Primrose, The I in Thee, and Thou in Me Mountain Path, The . Shep " Dies CRASHAW, RICHARD . Hymn for the Blessed Sacrament, The Hymn of the Nativity, sung by tha herds, A .... In Meditation of the Day of Judgment iraa." (Thomas of Celano ) . On a Prayer- Book sent to Mrs. M. R To the Name above every Name . Widow's Mites, The CREWDSON, JANE FOX . At all Times .... Prayer for Peace, A . . . Whose Heart the Lord opened CROLY, GEORGE. 1780-1860. Death and Resurrection . CROSS, ADA CAMBRIDGE . Requiem for a Young Mother, The Tombs of the Bishops, The CROSS, MARIAN EVANS . Oh, may 1 join the Choir Invisible GROSSMAN, SAMUEL . Heaven Hope in Death .... CROSWELL, WILLIAM • Song of Faith ..... The World, the Flesh, and the Devil CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN .... Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie DACH, SIMON Blessed are the Dead. (Lo.xgfellow.) DAMASCENUS, JOHN. (See John of Da MASCUS.) DAMIANI, PETER Heaven's Glories. '■' Ad perennis vitae fon- tem" (Charles.) .... With terror Thou dost strike. " Gravi me terrore pulsas." (Benedict.) DANTE, DEGLI ALIGHIERI . The Celestial Pilot. (Longfellow.) The Poet's Vision of Hell, Purgatory Paradise. (Gary.) Hell Virgil appears The Pilgrimage proposed . Inscription over Hell's Gate . Wailings in Ante-Hell and 319 319 259 259 277 112 259 6.7 260 49S 86 410 966 427 247 7^ 126 574 569 18 18 936 49S 46 797 71Z 902 537 615 ^33 546 ^3 815 894 882 882 951 n 17 26 934 26 53 53 658 409 409 869 869 897 980 897 911 628 911 911 912 912 912 The Diviners Lucifer discovered Earth's Centre passed Satan's Fall Purgatory The steep Ascent The Effect of Prayer Virtue not hereditary Tlie Serpent Tempter The Gate of St. Peter 'i he Entrance by the Gate Scenes in Purgatory . Pen. tents for Pride Prayer cf the Penitents for Pride Tile Passage through the Smoke Third Terrace Free-Will .... On the Fifth Terrace The Hymn .... The Tree of Temptation . Temperance .... The Purifying Fire . Happiness .... The Terrestrial Paradise . Light and Music . Beatrice descends to take the place Paradise Beatrice and Dante gaze at the Sun Man's Tendency to God Content in Paradise . The Abode of the Blessed The Redemption by Christ The Saints after the Resurrection No Salvation without Christ The Triumph of Christ Dante's Creed .... Dante's Hope Dante's Love .... The Primum Mobile Why Angels were created The Fallen Angels . . The Tenth Heaven The Glorified Saints The Triune God of Virgil DAVIES, SIR JOHN Dignity of Man, The Worth of the Soul, The DAVIS, JOHN .... The Pilgrim Fathers . DAVIS, THOMAS God is Love . . . , Holy Habits .... DAWES, RUFUS ... Mozart's Requiem DECK, JAMES GEORGE . Faith and Communion DE FLEURY, MARIA . Jesus passing over Kedron Panting for Heaven DEMAREST, MRS. MARY LEE. My ain Countrie Pathway o' the Sea, The .... DENISON, ELIZABETH WORTHINGTON. The Law of Life DERZHAVIN, GABRIEL ROMANOVITCH thou Eternal One ! (Bowring.) DESSLER, WOLFGANG CHRISTOPH. 1660-1722. 1 leave Thee not. " Ich lass dich n'.cht, du musst mein Jesus bleiben." (Alexander.) Christ the Priest forever, " Mem Jesu, dem die Seraphinen." (Winkworth.) . of the 913 913 914 9'4 914 914 9'5 915 9'5 9'5 916 916 917 918 918 918 918 919 919 919 919 920 921 921 921 922 922 922 923 923 923 925 926 926 927 927 927 928 928 928 929 929 930 30S 308 308 ^73 ^73 336 482 336 142 142 615 615 948 740 948 972 884 306 471 47* 626 701 XIV INDEX OF AUTHORS. DE VERB, AUBREY .... 590 All-Hallows; or, the Monk's Dream . . 188 Christian Poetess, A 12 Consecration of a New House . . . 418 Dark Ancjel, The 838 Ecclesia Dei 59° Ode to Jerusalem ..... 195 ! Promise, The 587 Religious Hypochondria .... 839 Vastness of the Gospel lost in its Simplicity, The 591 Via Intelligentize 849 DE VERE, SIR AUBREY ... 193 Amen 5^2 Sacred and Profane Writers . . . 193 Universal Prayer 374 DE WETTE, WTLHELM MARTIN LEB- RECHT 603 Way and the Life, The. (Clarke.) . 603 DEXTER, HENRY MARTYN. . . 602 The Offices of Christ. (Clement of Alex- andria.) 602 DICKINSON, MARY LOWE . . .278 Edelweiss . . . . . • . 13^ If we had but a Day 278 DILLON, WENTWORTH. See Roscommon. DIX, WILLIAM CHATTERTON . Carol, A Church which is his Bride, The . I thirst Pearl of Great Price, The . Praise to Jesus bOANE, GEORGE WASHINGTON Evening Contemplation Robin Redbreast .... Voice of Rama, The .... doddridgp:, philip AmazinGj. beauteous Change Christ's Mission .... Evenng Hymn Happy Day Lovest thou Me? Mark the soft-falling Snow Vanity of Worldly Schemes, The . Watch ! DOMINIS, LILIA KAMACHA Hawaiian National Hymn. (Sheldon.) DOMMETT, ALFRED .... Christmas Hymn DONNE, JOHN God Hymn to Christ at the Author' into Germany, A Hymn to God the Father, A Resurrection Self-Dedication To Death Valediction forbidding Mournin DORR, JULIA C. R. . Not mine .... s last Going .A DOWDEN, EDWARD The Gift . DOWNTON, HENRY. Hymn to Jesus. (Vinet.). DRAYTON, MICHAEL Virtue not hereditary . DREWES. A Prayer in Mental Conflict. 842 259 589 842 86 614 57 291 57 m 685 64 685 292 614 614 546 313 378 177 255 255 613 476 613 476 776 386 864 83' 34 « 34' 602 602 613 613 3M 314 DRUMMOND, WILLIAM .... Apples of Sodom Ascension, The Dedicntion of a Church .... John the Baptist Shepherds, The DRYDEN, JOHN Hymn to the Holy Spirit. (Charlemagne .') DSCHELADEDDIN. The Answer, (Clarke.) . . . . DUNN, ROBINSON POTTER . Jesus, Jesus, visit me. (Angelus.) . No, no it is not Dying. (Malan.) . DWIGHT, JOHN SULLIVAN Our Country DWIGHT, TIMOTHY Love to the Church DYER, SIR EDMUND. 1540-1607. My Minde to me a Kingdom is. (Byrd.) . EDELING, CHRISTIAN LUDWIG . Trust in Christ. " Christen erwarten in Al- lerlei fallen." (Frothingham.) . EDMESTON, JAMES. 1791-1867. Evening Hvmn .... Prayer to the Trinity .... Real Occurrence in a Circle of Friends, A Sunday EDWARDS, MATILDA BARBARA THAM. Gethsemane BE- EGGLESTON, EDWARD God-Service (Wink- worth.) 821 ELLIOTT, CHARLOTTE Allez a Christ Christmas Hymn, A Hour of Prayer, The . Hymn for the New Year Just as I am Prayer to Christ, A . Prayer to the Saviour . Sunday Evening Thy Will be done . ELLIOTT, EBENEZER A Poet's Prayer 'The Wonders of the Lane ELLIOTT, EMILY S. There came a little Child to Earth ELLIOTT, JULIA ANN . Sunday ELVEN, CORNELIUS Mercy besought .... EMERSON, RALPH WALDO . Dirge The Rhodora .... EVANS, JONATHAN . It 'is finished .... EVANS, MARIAN. (GEORGE ELIOT.) See Cross, M. E EVERETT, WILLIAM Prayer against Conceit . FABER, FREDERICK WILLIAM Conversion Delight in the Love of God Dryness in Prayer Hymn to my Guardian Angel . Jesus, Child and Lord . 61 61 584 709 7»4 809 87 612 612 873 175 175 588 588 363 633 293 467 871 581 740 740 507 507 637 637 732 556 248 ^n (>yj 634 579 518 45 6 45 720 571 571 636 636 858 858 50 742 742 17 360 360 636 347 481 832 966 111 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XV Jesus, my God and my All Lord is my Light, The . . . . Low Spirits Paradise Pilgrims of the Night, The Shadow of the Rock, The . . . . Will of God, The World, The FABRICIUS, JACOB. 1598-1654. The Battle-Song of Gustavus Adolphus. " Versage nicht, du Hauflein klein." (WiNKWORTH.) FAWCETT, EDGAR. 1847- German Cradle-Song .... My Little One FAWCETT, JOHN Brotherly Love Cast down, yet hoping in God Prayer of Mary, Queen of Scots FELICE, G. DE. Le Colporteur Vaudois. (Whittier.) FIELDS, JAMES THOMAS . . . , Our Fireside Evening Hymn . COUNTESS OF WIN FINCH, ANNA, CHELSEA Nature's Praise FINDLATER, SARAH (BORTHWICK). Anticipation. (Langbecker. ) God calling yet. (Tersteegen. ) My Father is the Mighty Lord. (Lange.) O Happy House ! (Spitta.) Rejoice. (Laurentii.) .... FLEMMING, PAUL. 1609-1640. On a long and perilous Journey. " In alien meinen Thaten." (Wi.nkworth.) • FLAVEL, JOHN God's Husbandry FLETCHER, GILES Christ's Triumph after Death Redemption ...... FLETCHER, PHINEAS .... Psalm cxxx FLINT, JAMES Celebrarton of American Independence FLORENCE PERCY. (See Allen, Mrs E. A. C). FORD, CHARLES LAWRENCE Marah Revelation ...... FORD, JAMES. Midday FORTUNATUS, VENANTIUS HONORIUS CLEMENTIANUS . . . . Banners of the King, The. " Vexilla Regis prodeunt." (Keble. ) Hail, Day of Days! '' (W.J.C.) .... Royal Banners forward go. The. Regis prodeunt." (Neale. ) . Sing, my Tongue, the Saviour's Battle. " Pange, lingua, gloriosi prcelium certami- nis." (Caswall.) FOUOU^, FRIEDRICH FREIHERR, DE "LA MOTTE ....:. Christ our Light " Was du vor tausend Jahrcn." (Cox.) FOX, SAMUEL Of Tolerance. (Boethius.) . Salve, festa dies ! " Vexilla 636 635 821 974 485 611 186 422 423 376 376 524 535 134 418 418 868 868 662 5»3 415 829 527 484 484 784 784 693 495 495 189 189 342 502 824 502 286 621 747 766 747 621 702 702 829 829 FOX, WILLIAM JOHNSON . . . .384 The Martyr's Hymn. (Luther.) . . 384 FOXCROFT, FRANK 890 Epitaph in an old Churchyard . . . 890 Jericho 206 FRANCES EASTWOOD. (See Knevels, Mary F. V. W.) FRANCIS, BENJAMIN .... 742 It is finished. (Evans.) .... 742 Not ashamed of Christ. (Grigg.) . . 633 FRANCIS D'ASSISI, ST. 11S2-1226. "Cantica." (Rossettl) .... 658 FRANK, JOHANN 696 Communion Hymn. " Schmlicke dich, O liebe Seele." { Winkworth.) . . . 798 Peace and Joy in Jesus Christ. ** Jesu, mein Freude." (Massie.) .... 696 Source of Good, whose Power controls. (Massie.) 682 FRANZ^N, FRANZ MICHAEL. 1 772-1847. The Horizon. (Howitt.) .... 937 FREILIGRATH, FERDINAND . . 203 Mount Nebo. (Gostick.) .... 203 FRENCH, J AMES, AND TURNER, DANIEL The Saviour 634 FROTHINGHAM, NATHANIEL LANG- DON 594 Christ is risen ! (Sturm.) .... 767 Church, The 369 Praise the Almighty. (Neander. ) . 540 Quatrains in the Persian Manner. (RuCK- ert.) 367 Solomon and the Sower. (Ruckert.) . 223 Strength 863 Trust in Christ. (Edeling.) . . . 633 Whate'er God will. (Albert of Branden- burg.) 523 With a Bible on a Wedding-Day . . 594 FURNESS, WILLIAM HENRY . . .343 Penitential 343 GABIROL, SALOMON BEN JEHUDA ABEN 303 Almighty ! what is Man ? (Lazarus.) . 303 GANNETT, WILLIAM CHANNFNG . . 50 Consider the Lilies how they grow . . 50 GARRISON, WILLIAM LLOYD . . .316 Free Mind, The 316 On leaving my Native Land for England . 171 GASCOIGNE, GEORGE .... 533 De Profundis 533 GEORGE ELIOT. (See Cross, M. E.) GERHARDT, PAUL 510 Go forth, my Heart. " Geh aus, mein Herz." (Alexander.) 21 Holy Ghost, dispel our Sadness. "O du aliersiisste Freude." (Toplady.) . 811 Joy after Sorrow. (Winkworth.) . . 847 Passion Hymn. " O Haupt vol! Blut und Wunden." (Alexander.) . . . 744 Passion Hymn. " O Haupt vol! Blut und Wunden." (Baker.) .... 746 Passion Hymn. " O Haupt vol! Blvit und Wunden." (Jackson.) . . -745 Song of the Sojourner. " Ich bin ein Gast auf Erden." (Borthwick ) . 320 Summer Song. "Geh aus, mein Herz." (Massie.) 249 XVI INDEX OF AUTHORS. Tnisting Heart, The. " Befiehl du deine Wege." (Cox.) 510 Tnisting Heart, The. " Befiehl du deine Wege." (Wesley.) . . . .511 Under a heavy private Cross. " Ach treuer Gott, barmherzigs Herz." (Winkworth.) 837 We sing to Thee, Emmanuel. " Wir singen Dir, Immanuel." (Cox.) . . .678 GELLERT,CHRISTIAN FURCHTEGOTT. 775 Jesus lives ''Jesus lebt, mit Ihm auch ich." (Cox.) 775 GEROK, KARL 663 Advent. (Brown.) 663 Children's Church, The (Clarke.) . 428 GIBBONS, THOMAS 953 Angels, roll the Rock away. (Scott.) . 761 Dawn of Heaven, The . . . • 953 GIFFORD, HUMFREY 954 Complaint of a Sinner, The . . . 343 Lamentation, A 345 Life of Man, The 327 Means and Ends 954 GILDER, RICHARD WATSON . . 826 The Sower 826 GILL, THOMAS HORNBLOWER . . 607 Better Land, The . . . . • 95^ Glory of the latter Davs, The ... 814 Holy, Holy, Holy Lord . . . .468 Most Hidden and most Manifest , . 479 Our Double Kindred to Emmanuel . . 607 True Servant, The 6 OILMAN, CAROLINE HOWARD . . 880 Beyond the Sabbath 580 God our Father . . . . . . 479 Household Woman, The . . . . 412 Mother, what is Death ? . . . . 880 GISBORNE, THOMAS. 1 758-1846. The Christian Soldier .... 380 GLADDEN, WASHINGTON . . .845 Awakening 935 In Him we live 612 Pastor's Reverie, The .... 845 Ultima Veritas 26 GODESCALCUS 706 Alleluiatic Sequence. "Cantemus cuncti melodium." (Neale.) .... 706 GODWIN, ELIZABETH AYTON ETHER- IDGE 849 Cross, The . 849 Save, Lord, or I perish ! . . . . 634 GOETHE, JOHANN WOLFGANG VON. 1749-1832. Christ is arisen 1 "Christ ist erstanden." (CoxE.) 765 Descent into Hell, The. (Bowring.) . 680 Easter Hymn. " Die Sonne tbnt nach aller Weise." (Taylor.) .... 476 Faust's Easter Meditation. (Taylor.) . 764 Haste not. Rest not. '• Ohne Hast, ohne Rast." 322 Mason Lodge. " Die Zukunft docket." (Car- lyle.) 322 Peace. '* Der du von dem Himmel bist." (Longfellow.) 366 Rest 366 GOODRICH, SAMUEL GRISWOLD . . 68 Lake Superior 68 G0STICK,J. Mount Nebo. (Freiligrath.) . . . 203 GOULD, HANNAH FLAGG. 1789-1865. Name in the Sand, A . . . . Snovv-FJake The GRACE GREENWOOD. (See Lippincott, Sara J.) GRACE RAYMOND. (See Stillman, A. R.) GRAETER, F. Sunday Morning. (Hebel ) . GRAHAME, JAMES Autumn Sabbath Walk, An Church Worship .... Summer Sabbath Walk, A Winter Sabbatli Walk, A . . , GRANT, SIR ROBERT . Aged Pilgrim, The . . . , In Trial Litany, A Majesty and Mercy of God, The Written Word, The . GRAY, DAVID In the Shadows ..... GRAY, GEORGE ZABRISKIE . It might have been .... GREENWELL, DORA Christmas Carol, A . . . , Ccnsolation ..... Faint yet pursuing . . . , Vespers ...... GREGOR, CHRISTIAN. 1723-1801. Jesus, my Lord. "Ach, mein Herr, Jesu, Dein Nahesein." (Reynolds.) GREGORY, NAZIANZEN .... To God. (Chatfield.) . . . . 5^>3 5S3 577 5«3 576 578 647 440 824 647 485 595 828 828 314 3«4 268 268 842 290 GREGORY THE GREAT .... Morning Hymn. " Ecce jam noctls, tenuatur umbri." (Caswall.) .... GRIFFIN, GERALD JOSEPH . The Sister of Charity .... GRIGG, JOSEPH Christ at the Door . . . . Not ashamed of Christ. (Francis.) . GRINFIELD, THOMAS .... Celebration at Emmaus, The Day of Rest, The GRUNDTVIG, NICOLAI FREDERIK SEV- ERIN Sabbath Morn. (Tait.) .... GURNEY, JOHN HAMPDEN . Earth to Earth Harvest Hymn Thy Will be done GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS .... The Battle-Song. (Fabricius.) GUYON, MADAME JEANNE MARIE BOU- VIER DE LA MOTTE Adoration Grand Dieu, pour ton plaisir. (Upham.) Soul that loves God finds him everywhere, A. (Cowper.) HABINGTON, WILLIAM .... Not unto us, Lord ! HAGENBACH, KARL RUDOLPH . Resting in God 663 469 469 286 286 387 3^7 66: 665 633 792 792 569 564 564 633 886 252 ^33 186 186 479 474 7 479 501 501 525 525 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XVll HALE, MARY WHITWELL ... 474 Invocation 474 " Life has no Charm for me " . . . 20 HALL, CHRISTOPHER NEWMAN . . 524 His Way is best ..... 530 My Times are in thy Hand . . . .524 HALL, HARRIET WARE. A Parable for Happy Hearts . . . 516 HALL, JOHN 52 The Mignonette and the Oak . . . 52 HAMMOND, WILLIAM . . . .809 Awake, and sing the Song . . . 625 Creator, come. (Charlemagne ?) . . 809 HARBAUGH, HENRY .... 771 The Lord of Life is risen ! " Der Herr ist auferstanden ! " (Lange.) . . . 771 HARDENBERGH, FRIEDRICH LEOPOLD VON 605 Jesus all Sufficient. " Wenn ich Ihn n.ir habe." (Bethune.) .... 605 HARMS, CLAUS 939 The Fatherland. " Kennst du das Land ? " (Mills.) 939 HART, JOSEPH 808 Come, and welcome, to Jesus . . . 641 Come, Holy Spirit 808 HARTMANN, FRIEDRICH . . . .867 Now the Crucible is breaking. " Endlich bricht der heisse Tiegel." (Alexander.). . 867 HASTINGS, THOMAS .... 641 Exhortation 641 In Sorrow 820 Latter Day, The 953 Sepulchre on Sabbath Morning, The . . 758 Sowing and Reaping 335 HAVEN, ALICE BRADLEY ... 867 Bear out the Dead 881 In the Valley 867 HAVERGAL, FRANCES RIDLEY . . 365 Behold your King ..... 746 Faith's Question 640 Hidden in Light ..... 35 I gave my Life for Thee . . . -757 Not Lost 365 Peace 639 One Reality, The 354 HAWEIS, THOMAS 747 Come, and Welcome 747 Remember Me ! 639 HAWKER, ROBERT STEPHEN . . 856 Cornish Carol, A 269 Silent Tower of Bottreaux, The . .~ 104 Sunset 856 Thought, A 470 HAY, JOHN 236 Religion and Doctrine .... 236 HAYN, HENRIETTA LOUISA VON . 436 Jesus, the Shepherd. " Weil ich Jesu schaf- lein bin." ( Winkworth.) . . . 436 HAYNE, PAUL HAMILTON ... 580 At Last 898 Christian Exaltation 381 Patience 361 Summer Hymn 249 Sunday Christmas, .A 580 HEATH, GEORGE. Perseverance 385 HEBEL, JOHANN PETER . Sunday Morning. (Graeter.) HEBER, REGINALD . Before the Sacrament Christ a Pattern for Children Epiphany For a Funeral From Greenland's Icy Mountains Hosanna .... In Danger .... Judgment, The Refuge in the Sanctuary . Thou art gone to the Grave . Thrice Holy .... Whitsunday .... Who follows in his Train ? HEDGE, FREDERIC HENRY Crucifixion, The Easter Hymn. (Goethe.) Luther's Hymn .... Morning Star, The Song of the Angels. (Goethe.) HEINE, HEINRICH Belshazzar. (Leland.) . Peace. " Hoch am Himmel stand die Sonn (Leland.) HEMANS, FELICIA DOROTHEA Attractions of the East Children whom Jesus blessed, The Evening Song of the Weary Hour of Death, The .... Hour of Prayer, The .... Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers, Tlie . Lilies of the Field, The . Old Church in an English Park . On Watching the Flight of a Skylark Prayer of Affection, A . Swiss Song on the Anniversary of an Anc Battle To a Family Bible . HENRYSON, ROBERT The Abbey Walk . HERBERT, GEORGE Aaron . Constancy Elixir, The . Employment Life . Man .... Peace . Pulley, The . Sin Son, The . Sunday . Virtue . . . 1508 HERDER, JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON Legendary Ballad, A, (Howitt.) Moses and the Worm . Night. (BowRiNG. ) HERRICK, ROBERT . Christian Militant Christmas Carol, A Eternity . Grace for a Child . Litany to the Holy Spirit My Home . Star-Song, The To Finde God To God HEUSSER-SCHWEIZER, MRS Brook, The. (Borthwick.) Christ the Comforter. " Herz, geweinet." (Borthwick.) META du hast viel ent 640 XVlll INDEX OF AUTHORS. Easter Hymn for Children, An. " Willkom- men, lieber Ostertag." (Mills.) . . 764 Mountains. (Borthwick. ) ... 40 O Lamb, the once Crucified. " Lamm das gehtten." (Porter.) .... 755 O sweet Home Echo. " Wir werden bei dem Herrn sein allezeit." (Borthwick.) . 943 HIGGINSON, THOMAS WENT WORTH . 486 The Mystery of God 486 HILDEBERT DE LAVARDIN . . .467 Alpha and Omega, Magne Deus ! (Kynas- TON.) 467 HILDEGARDE, ST 804 O Fire of God, the Comforter ! " O Ignis Spiritus Paracliti ! " (Littledale.) . 804 HILL, ROWLAND 961 Glory of the Saints 961 We sing his Love who once was sla'.n . . 704 HILL, THOMAS 297 Antiope 297 Memorial Hall 177 HILLHOUSE, AUGUSTUS LUCAS . . 3^4 Forgiveness of Sins a Joy unknown to Angels 344 HINDS, SAMUEL 424 The Sleeping Babe 424 HINSDALE, MRS. GRACE WEBSTER . 639 Christ knocking at the Heart . . . 664 Madonna and Child, The .... 734 My Heavenly Friend 639 HOBART, MRS. CHARLES. The Changed Cross 844 HOGG, JAMES . . . . • . 853 The Covenanter's Scaffold Song . . 853 HOLLAND, JOSIAH GILBERT . . .336 Christmas Carol, A 268 Gradatim 336 Palmer's Vision, The .... 79 Reflection, A 309 Song of Doubt, A 351 Song of Faith, A 351 Thanksgiving 34 We greet thee, Father . . . . ' . 475 HOLMES, OLIV,ER WENDELL . . 171 Army Hymn . . . . . .170 Chambered Nautilus, The . . . 328 Hymn of Trust, A 513 Living Temple, The 304 Our Father's Land 177 Promise, The 310 Robinson of Leyden . . . . .171 Sunday Hymn, A 565 HOLT, HENRY DOBBS .... 24 Am I nearer Heaven to-night ? . . . 24 Departing Believer, The .... 870 HOOD, THOMAS 208 Ruth 208 HOPE, HENRY 638 Now have I found a Friend .... 638 HOPPER, EDWARD. 1818- Wreck and Rescue 835 HOUGHTON, LORD 389 Almsgiving 389 Anima Mundi 473 On the Grave of Bishop Ken, at Fromc, Som- ersetshire 891 Voices of History, The .... 8 HOWE, JULIA WARD .... 175 Battle-Hymn of the Republic . . - ^7S HOWE, WILLIAM WALSHAM Behold, I stand at the Door and knock Fellowship of all the Saints, The Looking upon the Cross Soldiers of the Cross, arise Word. The (See HOWELL, ELIZABETH LLOYD . Milton's Prayer of Patience . HOWELLS, WILLIAM DEAN . Louis Lebau's Conversion Thanksgiving, A . . . . HOWITT, MARY . Horizon, The. (Franz^n.) . Legendary Ballad, A. (Herder.) HUGHES, J. Christmas Vesper Hymn HUGO, VICTOR MARIE, VICOMTE Prayer for all Men HUNT, JAMES HENRY LEIGH . Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel . HUNT, JOHN Let all the World rejoice ! HUNTINGDON, SELINA, COUNTESS Shirley, Selina.) HUNTINGTON, WILLIAM R. . Athanasius contra Mundum HURLBUT, WILLIAM HENRY . Faith HUSS, JOHN. 1376P-I4I5. Easter. (Luther. Massie.) IMMERMANN, KARL LEBERECHT Prayer for Peace. " Du hoher Gott im Him- mel." (Baskerville.) .... INGELOW, JEAN Fisherman's Prayer, The .... Lamentation Snow Mountain, A Song for the Night of Christ's Resurrection INGEMANN, BERNHARDT SEVERIN . Christian Unity and Progress. " Igjennsm Nat og Trajngsel." (Baring-Gould.) Morning. (Tait.) IRONS, GENEVIEVE M. J. Easter IRONS, WILLIAM JOSIAH .... Day of Wrath. (Thomas of Celano.) Sursum Corda IRVING, EDWARD To the Memory of my venerable Grandfather- 664 664 960 752 381 594 10 10 93 93 390 227 937 227 271 546 546 79 79 500 500 in-Law JACKSON, E. DUDLEY. Miriam . . . . JACKSON, HELEN (FISKE) Abbot Paphnutius, The Best Bread on the Waters . Christmas Night in St. Peter's Christmas Symphony, A He remembereth My Legacy .... Not as I will Our Angels .... Pilgrim Forefathers, The . Spinning .... Transplanted . When the Baby died . 382 382 540 540 760 560 560 558 114 558 39 778 373 373 282 767 632 900 632 441 441 204 420 165 420 388 265 266 559 105 523 964 172 509 896 876 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XIX JACKSON, SAMUEL MACAULAY . Passion Hymn. (Gerhardt. ) JACOBI, JOHN CHRISTIAN Come, Holy Ghost. " Komm, Heiliger Geist, Herre Gott." (Luther.) Holy Ghost, dispel our Sadness. (Toplady.) Sleep well, my Dear. (Luther.) JACOBUS DE BENEDICTIS. (See Bene- UlCTIS.) JANVIER, FRANCIS DE HAES . Who deems the Saviour dead .' . . . [OHN OF DAMASCUS . Arise and shine. ajTt^ov, (^ojTt'^ov. Easter. Ai/T/j rj (cAy|Ti7. (Neale.) Easter. 'Op9L(n»ixev opdpov ,8a0t-o; Easter Hymn. AeGre Trd^a Trtcujuer. 887, (Neale.) (Neale.) (Neale.) . Glorious Hymn of Victory. AvatTraf. (Neale.) JUDSON, EMILY CHUBBUCK . My Bird KALAKAUA, KING DAVID Kamehameha's Hymn. (Sheldon.) KEBLE, JOHN Banners of the King, The. (Fortunatus ) Christian Brotherhood Christmas Day Christ's Ascension ..... Consider the Lilies Conversion of St. Paul, The .... Dove on the Cross, The .... Easter Day Evening Harvest Holy Matrimony ..... Holy Matrimony ...... Innocents' Day, The .... Light Love liashful May-Day Song for the Hursley Children Morning Ordination New Body, The Nightingale, The Prayer for Charity 74 5 7-15 Sio 8ro 811 434 7S3 783 976 976 763 763 763 764 887 630 167 167 500 500 242 242 632 632 732 732 496 970 466 3S5 346 887 345 932 434 434 178 178 522 747 375 265 780 49 242 743 768 293 252 412 412 737 632 358 249 283 584 439 54 357 Religion and Business . . . . Rest in Faith Rest in Resignation . . . . Waiting ...... Who runs may read . . . . KEITH, GEORGE .... Exceeding Great and Precious Promises KELLY, THOMAS .... Christ the Lamb Enthroned Departing Missionaries, The Good Tidings to Zion Humiliation and Glory of Christ, The Lo, He comes ! On the Way to God KEMPENFELT, RICHARD Alarm, The Rapture, The ..... KEN, THOMAS .... Evening Hymn, An .... Heaven Midnight Hymn, A . Morning Hymn, A . . . KENEALY, E. There comes a Galley laden. " Ks ein Schiff geladen." (Tauler.) KERN, GOTTLIEB CHRISTIAN, -il Oh, how could I forget Him ? " Wie ich Sein vergessen" (Winkworth KETHE, WILLIAM .... Oh, be joyful in the Lord ! . KIMBALL, HARRIET McEWEN . Blessed Task, The Feast-Time of the Year, The God's Silence .... Guest, The .... Immanuel Jesus, the Ladder of my Faith ! Little Christmas Sermon, A . Mary, Mother .... Morning Chamber, The Peace, troubled Soul . KING, HENRY, i 591-1669. The Dirge KINGO, THOMAS .... Arise, my Soul, awake from Sleep. (T Grace before Meat. (Tait.) Grace after Meat. (Tait.) KINGSLEY, CHARLES . Christmas Carol, A . Crusader Chorus .... Day of the Lord, The Dead Church, The Elizabeth's Song Farewell, A . . . . Parable from Liebig, A . . . KINNEY, ELIZABETH CLEMENTIN Advent, The God's Providence over All . Hymn to the Alps .... Ode on Heaven .... Which shall go .? KLEIST, EDWARD CHRISTIAN VO Praise of the Godhead. " Tausend Stei nen- heere loben meines Schopfers Pracht and Starke." (Baskerville.) . . . 490 KLOPSTOCK, FREDERIC GOTTLIEB . 282 Morning Hymn. " Morgenlied." (Basker- ville.) 282 Resurrection, The. "Die Auferstehung." (Baskerville.) 774 337 355 522 60 59 700 700 XX INDEX OF AUTHORS. KNAPP, ALBERT 437 More than All. "Eines wiinsch ich mir vor allem andern. (Porter.) . . - ^o^ Prayer for a Babe. " O Vaterherz, das Erd' und Himmel schuf." (Winkworth.) . 437 KNEVELS, MARY LOUISA VAN WAGE- NEN 76 For his Sake 164 Legend of St. Christopher, The ... 76 KNOX, WILLIAM S49 Oh, why should the Spirit of Mortal be proud? ....••• 849 KNOWLES, HERBERT 239 The Three Tabernacles .... 239 KORNER, KARL THEODOR . . .186 Good Night. "Gute Nacht." (Brooks.) 296 Prayer during Battle. " Vater, ich rufe dich." (Baskerville.) 186 630 630 lOI lOI KOITSCH, CHRISTIAN JACOB O Fountain of Eternal Life . KOSEGARTEN, LUDWIG THEOBUL The Amen of the Stones. (Brooks.) . KRUGER, JOHN. Repentance on the Cross. KYNASTON, HERBERT Morning Watch, The Silence in Heaven To the Everlasting Father. DE Lavardin.) (Wesley.) HiLDEBERT 754 664 664 958 467 LAMB, CHARLES ...... 732 Cave of Adullam 216 Lines .732 Sabbath Bells, The 573 To my Mother ...... 420 LANGBECKER, EMANUEL CHRISTIAN GOTTLIEB 868 Anticipation. " Wie wird mir sein ? " (Find- later.) 868 LANGE, JOHANN PETER My Father is the Mighty Lord. " Mein Vater ist der grosse Herr der Welt." (Find- later.) The Lord of Life is risen. " Der Herr ist auferstanden." (Harbaugh.) . Here and There, "Was kein Auge hat gesehen." (Borthwick.) . LANGFORD, JOHN Now begin the Heavenly Theme. LANGHORNE, RICHARD . Affections of my Soul . (Madan.) LARCOM, LUCY " As Strangers and Pilgrims" At the Beautiful Gate Hand in Hand with Angels . More Life Mountaineer's Prayer . Nature and the Book Our Christ .... Our Prayers Thanksgiving, A . White Sunday, A Year in Heaven, A LA TROBE, C. IGNATIUS My Lord and God 513 513 771 935 696 696 854 854 941 321 941 965 973 40 630 5^ 978 642 642 LA TROBE, JOHN ANTES The Peace of Christ . LAURENTIUS LAURENTIl . Rejoice ! " Ermuntert euch, ihr Frommen." (FiNDLATER.) LA VATER, JOHANN CASPAR O Holy Ghost ! " O Geist des Herrn, nur deine Kraft." (Cox.) .... LAZARUS, EMMA Almighty, what is Man? (Dr. Sachs.) Remember LEGGETT, WILLIAM Meeting above LEIFCHILD, JOHN For a Blessing on Preaching LELAND, CHARLES GODFREY Belshazzar. (Heine.) .... Peace. (Heine.) LEON, LUIS PONCE DE. Noche Serena. (Bowring.) Noche Serena. (Churton.) . Region of Life and Light. (Bryant.) LIEBICH, EHRENFRIED Here is my Heart LIPPINCOTT, SARA JANE CLARKE . The Poet of To-day LITTLEDALE, RICHARD FREDERICK Christ our Sun on us arose O Fire of God the Comforter. (St. Hilde- garde.) Well of Bethlehem, The .... LITTLE WOOD, W. E. The Wedding Feast LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH Angel and the Child, The. (Reeoul.) Blessed are the Dead. (Dach.) Blind Bartimeus Celestial Pilot, The. (Dante.) Chamber over the Gate, The Divina Commedia . . . 911,914, Good Shepherd, The. (Lope de Vega.) . Image of God, The. (Francisco de Al- dana.) King Robert of Sicily Ladder of St. Augustine, The . Legend of the Cross-Bill, The. (Mosen.] Marriage in Cana, The Martin Luther .... Peace. (Goethe.) .... Sand of the Desert in an Hour-Glass Santa Filomena .... St. John St. John's, Cambridge Sifting of Peter, The . To-morrow. (Lope de Vega.) Vox Clamantis .... LONGFELLOW, Marian L.' MARIAN. (See Morris, (See Medici, LORENZO DE MEDICI Lorenzo de.) LOWE, MARTHA A. PERRY . Hallowed forever be that Twilight Hour LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL Ambrose ...... Godminster Chimes . . . . Vision of Sir Launfal, The LOWELL, MARIA WHITE . The Alpine Sheep .... 693 693 829 829 814 814 303 332 884 884 806 806 69^ 223 692 62 62 63 967 4 4 215 629 947 235 433 869 235 628 922 692 475 124 143 225 138 366 73 90 243 587 239 667 224 629 629 92 80 92 161 835 835 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XXI LUKE, JEMIMA THOMPSON . . .433 Of such is the Kingdom of God . . 433 LUTHER, MARTIN 510 Christmas Eve (Winkwokth. ) . . 716 Come, Holy Ghost. "Komm, Heiliger Geist, HerreGott." (Jacobi.). . . .810 Come, Holy Spirite. "Komm, Heiliger Geist, Herre Gott." (Coverdale ) . 813 Easter. "Jesus Christus unser Heiland, der den Tod." (Massie.) .... 760 Luther's Hymn. " Ein'feste Burg ist unser Gott." (Carlvle.) . . . .510 Luther's Hymn. " Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott." (Hedge.) 384 Martyrs' Hymn, The. (Fox.) . . 384 Praise to Jesus. " Gelobet seist du, Jesu Christ." (Massie) . . . .646 Sleep well, my Dear. (Jacobi.) . . 434 Thou Holy Spirit, we pray to Thee. " Nun bitten wir den Heiligen Geist." (Cover- dale.) S14 LYNCH, THOMAS TOKE . . . .803 Discontent . . . . . . 310 Invocation to the Holy Spirit . . . 803 LYONS, JAMES GILBORNE. Heroine Martyr of Monterey, The . . 89 Images of God 475 LYTE, HENRY FRANCIS . . 599, 802 Abide with Me 599 Autumnal Hymn 251 David's thre3 Mighty Ones . . . .214 Declining Days 23 Delight in God's House . . . .582 Far from Home 802 Flowers 48 Grace Darling's Death-Bed . . . 116 My Beloved is mine and I am his . . . 627 Pilgrim's Song, The . . . . 321 Poet's Plea, The 4 Prayer for Humility 361 Praise to God 540 Sea Changes 66 Secret Place, The 515 Wall-Flower, The 362 We have left All 628 LYTTON, EDWARD, LORD ... 570 Last Crusader, The 156 Longing, The. (Schiller.) . . 330 Sabbath, The 570 LYTTON, EDWARD ROBERT BULWER, LORD. (OWEN MEREDITH.) . 627 He is risen "m Prayer, A 627 MACANDREW, MRS. BARBARA MILLER 649 Coming ....... 649 King Eternal, The 697 Savonarola 127 MACAULAY, THOMAS BABINGTON . 180 Battle of Ivry, The 180 Naseby .... . . 182 MacCARTHY, DENIS FLORENCE . 497 Devotion 497 MACDONALD, GEORGE .... 650 Blind Bartimeus 235 Children's Heaven, The .... 427 Come unto Me 650 Dorcas 230 Hymn for a Sick Girl 827 Hymn for the Mother .... 419 Marriage Song 410 Prayer 555 Rest 943 MACDUFF, JOHN ROSS Christ MACKAY, CHARLES . Day breaks .... Poor Man's Sunday Walk, The Tell me, ye winged Winds MACKAY, MARGARET Asleep in Jesus MACKELLAR, THOMAS . Jesus First and Jesus Last Working in the Vineyard MACLEOD, NORMAN Battle-Cry, A . . . Trust in God and do the Right McMillan, hugh. A Waterfall .... madan, martin .... Judgment, The. (Cennick. Wesley.) Redeeming Love. (Langford.) MALAN, C^SAR HENRI ABRAHAM He shall testify of Me. (Arnold. ) No, no, it is not dying ! " Non ce n"est pas mourir." (Dunn.) . MAITLAND, FANNY FULLER. Onward ! MANT, RICHARD .... Glory of the Lord, The Litany to the Saviour, A . Prayer on the Death of Friends . MARGUERITE, QUEEN OF NAVARRE On the Death of Francis I. (Costello. ) . MARRIOT, JOHN Litany to the Trinity MARVELL, ANDREW .... Drop of Dew, A Emigrants' Sacred Song, The . MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS. 1542- 1587. O Domine Deus. (Clarke.) O Domine Deus. (Fawcett.) . MASON, JOHN General Song of Praise to Almighty God, A Song of Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost, A MASSEREENE AND FERRARD, LORD VISCOUNT. (See Skefi-ingto.n, John MASSEY, GERALD Going to Sunday School His Banner over Me .... Jerusalem the Golden . .- . . Little Willie Kingliest Kings, The .... MASSIE, RICHARD Easter. (Huss and Luther. ) . Fulness of Christ, The. (Spitta. ) Peace and Joy in Jesus Christ. (Frank. ) Praise to [esus. (Luther.) . Source of Good, whose Power control (Frank.) Still on thy Loving Heart. (Spitta.) . Summer Song. (Gerhardt.) . What shall we be ? (Spitta.) MAUBURNE, JEAN .... The Child Jesus MAY, CAROLINE The Soul ascending with Christ MEDICI, LORENZO DE' . Orazione. (Roscoe.) . Stanzas 648 648 952 276 574 952 683 683 684 6S4 330 380 380 338 67 696 904 696 801 801 S73 378 866 705 647 866 872 872 46S 468 68 68 97 534 535 812 532 812 759 564 686 973 882 7S9 682 760 645 696 646 682 695 249 948 734 734 782 782 677 504 677 xxu INDEX OF AUTHORS. MEDLEY, SAMUEL 725 The Incarnation of Christ , , . -725 MEEK, ALEXANDER BEAUFORT . 176 CoUimbia 176 MELENDEZ-VALDEZ, JOHN ... 470 To the Incomprehensible God. (Bowring.) 470 MERCER, MARGARET .... 556 Exhortation to Prayer 556 MEYFART, JOHANN MATTH^US . 988 Jerusalem, High Tower. "Jerusalem, du hochgebauteStadt." Whittingham.) . 9S8 MICHAEL ANGELO. (SccAngelo.) MILES, JAMES WARLEY ... 34 Lyre restrung, The 946 Nature and Man 34 MILES, SARAH ELIZABETH APPLETON 642 Looking unto Jesus 642 MILLARD, JAMES ELWIN . . .683 Te Deum Laudamus .... 683 MILLER, BARBARA. {See Macandrew, Mrs. B. M.) MILLS, HENRY. Easter Hymn for Children, An. Heusser- SCHWEIZER.) . , ' . . . . 764 Fatherland, The. ^Harms. ) . . . 939 MILMAN, HENRY HART . . . .756 Angels 964 Burial Anthem, The 8S3 Good Friday ...... 742 He hath borne our Griefs .... 756 Hebrew \\ eliding 410 Judgment, Th^ 908 Jewish Hymn in Jerusalem . . . 539 Ride on, ride on in Majasty ! . . . 648 xMILNES, RICHARD MONCKTON. ^See Houghton, Lord.) MILTON, JOHN 445 At a Solemn Music 947 On his Blindness 27 On tlie Death of a fair I nfant, dying of a Cough 878 On the late Massacre in Piedmont . . 133 On the Morning of Christ's Nativity . 256 To Cyriac Skinner . . . . .11 To Sir Henry Vane, the Younger . . 126 To the Lord General Cromwell . . .126 Paradise Lost : The Subject of the Poem proposed . . 445 Satan to the Army of Fallen Angels . 446 Satan's first view of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Paradise .... 447 .-\dam and Eve converse .... 448 Morning in Paradise .... 449 The Dream of Eve 449 Adam comforts Eve .... 430 The Morn.ng Worship of God . . . 450 God sends an Angel to warn Adam of Satan 451 Adam's second Warn ng . . . .451 The Origin of Satan's Rebellion . . 452 Messiah's Offer" 432 Messiah addresses his Angels . . 453 Messiah's Victory 433 Adam's third Warning by Rapliael . 454 The Temptation : Satan discovers Eve alone . . . 454 Eve's Beauty causes Satan to falter in his Resolution 454 Satan commends the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge 455 Eve eats of the Forbidden Fruit . 455 Adam, after long Waiting, finds Eve at the Tree 456 Eve induces Adam to partake of the Fruit 457 Adam's Reflections and Lamentations Eve's Lamentation .... The Son intercedes for Adam and Eve The Mission of Michael the Archangel : Michael announces that Adam and Eve must leave Paradise .... Lamentations of Adam and Eve . Comforting Assurance of the Archangel . Leaving Paradise MONOD, THEODORE The Altered Motto . 644, four MONSELL, JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY . Advent, The Birds have their quiet Nest . . . . His Ways Hush, hush thee, my Baby . . . . Lullaby, A Soon and forever Spring-tide Hour, The .... Stabat Mater. (Jacorus de Benedictis.) Yes, 1 do feel, my God, that I am thine MONTAGUE, ANNA. Waiting MONTGOMERY, JAMES .At Home in Heaven Choosing the Heritage of God's Pcopl Christ our Example in Suffering Christian Soldier, The . Communion of Saints, The Field of the Worid, The Glory to God in the Highest ! . Hallelujah! .... Issues of Life and Death, The . Parting Words .... Psalm xci. Reign of Christ, The . Song of the one hundred and forty ai thousand, The .... Stranger and his Friend, The . This do in Remembrance of Me . Three Mountains, The . . Thrice Holy Visit to Bethlehem in Spirit, A What is Prayer ? . MOON, GEORGE WASHINGTON . Who shall roll away the Stone ? . MOORE, THOMAS .... Come, ye Disconsolate . God the only Comforter . Lord, who shall bear that Day ? . Miriam's Song ..... Song of the Dove There is a Bleak Desert . This World is all a fleeting Show . Thou art, O God 1 . . . . Weep not for those MORE, HANNAH .... Ode to Charity . . Oh, how wondrous is the Story ! Song of Triumph .... MORE, HENRY Charity and Humility . Devotion Philosopher's Devotion, The MORRIS, GEORCiE PERKINS. Funeral Hymn .... My Mother's Bible .... The Hour of Death. (Tait.) . Rock of the Pilgrims, The Thy Will be cone ! . . . MORRIS, MARIAN LONGFELLOW Francis Coster's Story . He knows ..... 457 459 459 460 460 461 461 604 604 426 719 645 489 425 426 942 249 748 532 704 944 756 379 9f 37' 715 704 863 442 493 644 956 159 794 742 470 227 556 762 762 205 846 845 907 205 u 4S7 860 723 3.6 7'-3 216 496 361 557 496 593 885 593 862 172 526 337 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XXlll Litanv 647 My Onward Path 337 Nearer my Rest 25 New-born Babe, The . . . . 421 MOSEN, JULIUS 143 Legend of the Cross-Bill. (Longfellow.) 143 MOULTRIE, GERARD 709 Descent into Hell, The .... 679 Harvest Carol 253 Hymn for Bedtime 294 Lazarus 230 Man of Sorrows, The .... 795 Midnight Hymn of the Eastern Church . 710 Nativity of St. John the Baptist . . 709 St. Augustine, Bishop of Hippo . . . 78 Shadow of the Star, The . . . . 643 MOULTRIE, JOHN 695 Hymn for Easter Eve, A . . . . 760 Joy in Christ 695 MOULTRIE, MARY DUNLOP . . 269 Christmas Carol. (Uhland.) . . .269 MUHLENBERG, WILLIAM AUGUSTUS 967 Blessed Name Jesus, The .... 643 Heaven's Magnificence .... 967 I would not live ahvay 21 Like Noah's weary Dove .... 384 Shout the Glad Tidings . . . .726 To a little Daughter .... 425 NAIRNE, LADY CAROLINE . . .971 The Land o' the Leal . . . . 971 NAUR, ELIAS ELKILDSEN . . .862 The Hour of Death. '• Naar min Tunge ikke mere." (Tait. ) .... 862 NEALE, JOHN MASON . . . .750 Adam's Complaint. (Theophanes.) . 198 AlleUiiatic Sequence. (Godescalcus. ) . 706 And wilt thou pardon, Lord? (Joseph of theStudium.) 346 Arise and shine. (John of Damascus.) , 976 Behold the Man 750 Burial Hymn. (Joseph of the Studium.) . 887 Canon for Christmas Day. (St. Cosmas. ) . 269 Celestial Country, The. { Bernard of Cluny.) 981 Christ has risen 769 Christ in the Tempest. (Anatolius.) . 651 Christ's Ascension 788 Christ's Suffering 749 Come unto Me. (Stephen theSabaite ) . 698 Communion Hymn. " Sancti, benite. Corpus Christi sumite." 793 Communion Hymn. " Pange lingua gloriosi." (Aquinas.)' 793 Easter. (John of Damascus.) . . 763 Easter. (John of Damascus.) . . . 763 Easter Hymn. (John of Damascus.) . 763 Evening Hymn. (.Anatolius.) . . . 294 Glorious Hymn of Victory. (John of Da- mascus.) 764 God made manifest in the Flesh. (Pru- DENTIUS. ) 694 God of our Fathers. (Cosmas.) . . 722 Hj'mn for the Holy Innocents. ( Bede. ) . 735 Judgment, The. (Theodore of the Studium.) 905 Judgment, The 906 Let our Choir new Anthems raise. (Joseph of the Studium. ) 385 Lovely Land, The. (Casimir.) . . 979 Name of Jesus, The. " Gloriosi Salvatoris." 651 Oh, what Blessedness ! *• O quam glorificum solum sedere ! " 478 Passion, The 739 Penitence. (.Andrew of Crete. ) . . . 344 Pilgrim's Song. " .Audi nos, rex Chrlstus," 323 Praise of the City alx)ve .... 976 Processional Hymn. (Theodulph.) . ,705 Prodigal Son, The. (Joseph of the Studium. ) Resurgam ...... Return Home, The Royal Banners forward go, The. (Fortuna TUS.) St. Thomas's Sunday. (John of Damascus.) Stichera of the Last Kiss, The. John 01 Damascus.) Sweetest Jesus. (Theocistus.) Transfiguration, The. (Cosmas.) . Triumph in Christ. (Andrew of Crete.) Veni, veni, Emmanuel NEANDER, JOACHIM .... Praise the Almighty. " Lobe den Herrn, den machtigen Konig der Ehren." (Froth INGHAM.) Work of the Holy Spirit, The. " Komm, O komm, du Geist des Lebens." (Wink- worth.) . . NELSON, EARL Advent Anthems . Saints' Days NEUMARK, GEORG . Trust. " Wer nur den licb:n Gott l.isst wal ten." (WiNKWORTH.) . NEVIN, EDWIN H O Heaven, sweet Heaven ! . NEWELL, WILLIAM Consecration of Cambridge Cemetery Seek those Things which are above . Serve God and be cheerful . NEWMAN, JOHN HENRY Angelic Guidance Call of David, The . Elements, The Flowers without Fruit Hidden Ones, The James and John Pillar and the Cloud, The . Semita Justorum Snapdragon .... Solitude Thanksgiving, A . Valentine to a Little Girl . Watchman, The . Zeal and Patience NEWTON, JOHN . Art thou also his Disciple .'' Bartimeus .... Child, The .... Come, my Soul, thy Suit prepare Effort, The Friend that sticketh closer than a Brother, A Importunate Widow, The Looking at the Cross Name of Jesus, The Now may He who from the Dead Prayer for a Revival Saturday Evening Time how swift Walking by Faith Why should I fear? . Zion, or the City of God NICOLL, ROBERT . Arouse thee, Soul ! Death . . . God is everywhere Ha' Bible, The People's Anthem, The . Thoughts of Heaven NIKOLAI, PHILIP Final Joy, The. " Wachet auf ! ruft uns die Stimme." (Winkworth.) Voice at Midnight. The. " Wachet auf I ruft uns die Stimme.'' (Co.x.) 345 771 932 747 770 887 698 788 783 717 540 540 807 719 719 962 528 528 979 979 889 889 781 334 966 966 211 329 342 589 953 J9 II 51 37 392 954 3p 362 968 35^ 236 555 652 652 651 229 753 652 782 372 563 300 S60 968 15 865 486 592 178 969 899 893 899 XXIV INDEX OF AUTHORS. NOEL, BAPTIST WRYOTHESLEY God's Care for All . . . . NOEL, GERARD THOMAS . Grateful and Tender Remembrance NORRIS, JOHN . . . . Aspiration, The Hymn upon the Transfiguration, A NORTON, ANDREWS Fortitude NOVALIS. (See Hardenberg, Friedrich Leopold von.) NYBERG, LORENZ THORSTANSEN. 1720-1792. Holy Trinity . . . . . . OAKELEY, FREDERICK .... " Adeste Fideles." . • . OCKUM, SAMSON The New Birth OEHLENSCHLAEGER, ADAM GOTTLOB Aspirations. (Tait.) . . OGILVIE, JOHN Hymn from Psalm cxlvii OLIVERS, THOMAS The God of Abraham praise ONDERDONK, HENRY USTICK . Home Missions I will rejoice in the Lord .... Spirit's Whisper, The ..... OWEN MEREDITH. (See Lytton, Robert, Lord.) PALFREY, SARAH HAMMOND. (E. FOX- TON.) Child's Plea, The Pilgrim, The .... Sir Pavon and St. Pavon PALGRAVE, FRANCIS TURNER Daystar, The .... Little Child's Hymn, A . PALMER, RAY .... Christ loved unseen Chorus of All Saints, The . Come, Holy Ghost. (Robert II.) Feast, The. (Aquinas?) . . . . I give my Heart to The^. "Cor meum tibi dedo, Jesu dulcissime." .... Jesus, thou Joy of Loving Hearts. (Bernard of Clairvaux.) Looking to Jesus PARKER, THEODORE .... Higher Good, The Jesus . Saviour's Gospel, The Way, tiie Truth, the Life, The PARMELEE, HELEN I Comfort in Sorrow Hinder me not That City PARNELL, THOMAS Hymn to Contentment, A . . . Morning PATMORE, COVENTRY KEARSEY DIGH- TON A Wedding Sermon PEABODY, WILLIAM BOURNE OLIVER Hymn of Nature Autumn Evening, The .... 503 503 650 650 16 16 787 338 338 466 712 712 348 348 31 31 38 38 653 653 190 190 545 320 H3 434 657 434 810 656 958 810 792 657 656 657 7 7 600 656 603 684 684 953 975 363 282 413 4»3 38 38 252 The PERRONET, EDWARD On the Resurrection PIATT, JOHN JAMES .... The Monk's Vision of Christ . PIATT, SARAH MORGAN BRYAN . A Dream's Awakening PIERPONT, FOLLIOTT SANDFORD. The Sister of Mercy .... PIERPONT, JOHN Garden of Gethsemane, George Washington Hymn of the Last Supper Passing Away Pilgrim Fathers, The PIERSON, ELIZA O. . Ripe Wheat . PLUMPTRE, EDWARD HAVES Earliest Christian Hymn, The. (Clement of Alexandria. ) Four Evangelists, The. (Adam of St. Vic- tor. ) St. John. (From the Latin.) . Two Churches, The POPE, ALEXANDER .... Dying Christian to his Soul, The . Messiah Universal Prayer, The . . . . PORTER, THOMAS C Advent, The. (Ruckert.) Bethlehem and Golgotha. (Ruckert.) . Lamb, the once Crucified! {Heusser- Schweizer.) More than All. (Knapp. ) PRAY, LOUIS GLOVER .... Monody upon the Death of Israel Alden Put- PRENTICE, GEORGE DENISON Sabbath Evening .... PRENTISS, ELIZABETH PAYSON Alone with God . More Love to Christ My Nursery .... Mystery of Life in Christ, The School, The .... 7S1 781 165 165 838 838 91 792 739 176 792 874 ^74 896 S96 PRESTON, MARGARET JUNKIN Baby's Message, The . Bird's Ministry, A . Brahmim's Test, The Consummatum est . God's Patience Kingsley . Myrrh-Bearers Prophets of Doubt . Resting-Place, The To the Uttermost Whatsoever . PRIEST, NANCY A. W. (See Wakefield, N. A. W. P.) PRIME, SAMUEL IREN^US . The Way to the City .... ROCTER, ADELAIDE ANNE . Chant, A Confido et Conquiesco . . . . . Give Me thy Heart Legend, A Links with Heaven ..... Our Daily Bread Peace of God, The 654 655 654 244 588 p3 654 503 755 724 241 755 707 858 578 578 699 477 699 422 708 335 73 877 73 74 102 487 "5 75' 353 567 526 561 946 946 5'7 875 526 109 101 940 791 Per Pacem ad Lucem .... Sacred Heart, The Storm, The Thankfulness PRUDENTIUS, CLEMENS AURELIUS Bethlehem ! of Noblest Cities. " O sola mag narum iirbiiim." (Caswall.) . Funeral Hymn. "Jam maesta quiesce querela." ' (Caswall.) . Hail, Infant Martyrs ! " Salvete, flores mar tyrum." (Chandler.) . God manifest in the Flesh. " Corde natus ex Parentis." (Baker and Neale.) QUARLES, FRANCIS Conversion .... Delight in God only . Divine Ejaculation Glorying in the Cross RAFFLES, THOMAS . The Saints in Glory . RALEIGH, SIR WALTER . Lines written before the Night of tion My Pilgrimage RANDOLPH, ANSON D. F. . Little Bessie .... RANDS, WILLIAM BRIGHTY Little Christel . . . . is Execu RASCAS, BERNARD . The Love of God. (Bryant.) READ, THOMAS BUCHANAN Celestial Army, The . Nativity, The REBOUL, JEAN. 1796-1S64. The Angel and the Child. (Longfellow.) REDDEN. LAURA C. (HOWARD GLYN- DON.) Christmas-Eve Chant of the Breton Peasants. REED, ANDREW Bear the Tidings round .... REINCKE, ABRAHAM Moravian Hymn. (Trench.) REYNOLDS, EDWARD. Jesus, my Lord. (Gregor.) RICHARDS, WILLIAM C. Christmas Chant, A .... . Last with Thee Under the Cross RICHARDSON, CHARLES FRANCIS . Child's Hymn at Night^ll .... Imitation . . . ^ . Love Peace Prayer Temperance RICHTER, CHRISTIAN FRIEDRICH. 1676-1711. Lord, open my Eyes. " Hiiter ! wird die Nacht der Slinden." (Winkworth.) RINGWALDT, BARTHOLOMEW The Judgment. " Es ist gewisslich an der Zeit." (Collyer.) RIPPON, JOHN The Omnipresence and Omniscience of God . ROBBINS, CHANDLER . . . 288, Evening Hymn. Close of Worship Speak, Lord, for thy Servant heareth 20 697 839 5'7 694 710 872 73(> 694 349 349 504 555 753 961 961 323 440 323 880 880 359 359 464 464 722 303 722 433 270 270 660 660 877 877 660 825 270 20 825 555 659 659 707 366 555 342 672 903 903 505 505 666 288 666 ROBBINS, SAMUEL DOWSE . Baca Compass, The ROBERT II. OF FRANCE Come, Holy Ghost. " Veni, ^^ancte Spiritus." (P.\lmer.) Come, Holy Ghost. " Veni, Sancte Spiritus." (Jacobi.) ....... Come, Holy Spirite. " Veni, Sancte Spiritus.' (COVERDALE.) Hymn to the Spirit. " Veni, Sancte Spiritus." (Caswall.) ROBERTS, FRANCIS .... Singing must be Cordial as well as Vocal ROBINSON, GEORGE. One Lord, one Faith, one Baptism . ROBINSON, ROBERT. 1735-1790. Hymn of Praise RODIGAST, SAMUEL .... The Quiet, Hoping Heart. '■ Was Gott thut, das ist wohlgethan.-' (Winkworth.) ROSCOE, WILLIAM Orazione. (Lorenzo ue' Medicl) . ROSCOE, WILLIAM STANLEY To the Harvest Moon ROSCOMMON, WENTWORTH DILLON, EARL OF On the Day of Judgment. " Dies irse." (Thomas of Celano.) . . . . ROSSETTI, CHRISTINA GEORGINA . Love of Christ which passeth Knowledge, The Lowest Place, The Portrait, A Symbols ....... Three Enemies, The Up-hill Weary in Weil-Doing ROSSETTI, DANTE GABRIEL Burden of Nineveh, The .... Cantica. (St. Francis d'Assisi.) RUCKERT, FRIEDRICH .... Advent, The. " Dein Konig kommt in nie- dern Hiillen." (Porter.) Bethlehem and Golgotha. " Er ist in Beth- lehem geboren." (Porter.) . Quatrains. (Frothingham.) Solomon and the Sower. (Frothingham.) Tree of Life, The. (Trench.). RYLAND, JOHN My Times are in thy Hand .... SAADI, MUSLIH-UD-DIN SAADI . Grass and Roses. (Clarke.) Spilt Pearls, The. (Trench.) SALIS, JOHANN GAUDENZ VON . The Silent Land. " Das stille Land." i Long- fellow.) SANBORN, FRANKLIN BENJAMIN . Ode on the Consecration of Sleepy-Hollow Cemetery SANDYS, GEORGE Lamentation of David over Saul and Jona- than ......•• Psalm xxix Psalm xlii SANGSTER, MARGARET E. MUNSON Sea-Fog, A Vesper S(Mig, A . . 323 323 488 810 810 810 S13 810 532 532 960 659 528 528 504 504 254 254 902 902 876 757 360 876 366 658 800 869 6 8 209 658 223 724 241 367 223 82 523 523 981 S89 212 492 492 289 ^f 289 XXVI INDEX OF AUTHORS. SANTOLIUS, VICTORINUS . . .374 Christian Love. " O quam juval fratres, Deusl" (Chandler.) .... 374 SARBIEVIUS, MATTHIAS CASIMIR . 979 The Lovely Land. " Urit me Patriae decor." (Neale ) 979 SASS, GEORGE HERBERT. (See Barton Grey.) SAVONAROLA, GIROLAMO ... 662 Christ's Call to the Soul . . . .662 SAXBY, JANE EUPHEMIA ... 441 The Border-Lands . . . . -44^ SAXE HOLM. Angel of Pain, The 837 Gospel of Mystery, The . . . . 370 Hymn, A 553 Love of God, The 482 SCHEFER, GOTTLIEB LEOPOLD IM- MANUEI 353 Diabol us the Doubter. (Brooks.). . 353 SCHEFFLER, JOHANN ... 13, 619 Earth has Nothing sweet or fair. " Keine Schonheit hat dia Welt." (Cox.) . . 619 From the Cherubic Pilgrim. (Scherb.) 13 Jesus, Jesus, visit me. (Dunn.) . . 612 O Love, who formedst Me. " Liebe, die Du mich zum Bilde." (Winkworth.) . 671 SCHILLER, FRIEDRICH ... 330 The Longing. " Ach, auch dieses Thales Griinden." (Lytton ) . . . . 330 SCHMOLKE, BENJAMIN ... 515 Believer's Dying Testament, The. " Ich habe Lust zu scheiden." (Borthwick.) . 873 Heavier the Cross, the nearer Heaven. " Je grosser Kreuz, je naher Himmel." . . 758 Resignation. " Mein Jesu, wie Du willst." (Borthwick.) 515 Whitsunday. " Schmiickt das Fest mit Maien." (Winkworth.; 803 SCHRODER, JOHANN HEINRICH. 1666-1699. " Eins ist noth : ach Herr, dicss Eine." (Cox.) 618 SCOTT, SIR WALTER .... 901 Hymn to the Virgin 731 iudgment. The. (Thomas of Celano.) . 901 Rebecca's Hymn 241 SCOTT, THOMAS 761 Angels, roll the Rock away. (Gibbons.) . 761 SCUDDER, ELIZA 69 Epitaph on an Old Maid .... 892 Grant us Thy Peace 539 Love of God, The 482 No more Sea 69 Out of the Shadow 887 Vesper Hymn 289 Whither shall I go ? 488 Whom but Thee ? 661 SEAGRAVE, ROBERT 322 The Pilgrim's Song 322 SEARS, EDMUND HAMILTON . . .272 Above the Storms 554 Angels' Song, The 714 Christmas Song 272 SEAVER, EMILY. 1835- How shall we keep this Holy Day of Gladness ? 762 Rose of Jericho, The . . ' . . • 5' SEUME, JOHANN GOTTFRIED. 1763-1810. Morning Hj'mn " Gott, unter deiner Vaterhut." (Baskerville ) 280 SEWARD, ANNA 281 December Morning 281 SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM ... 395 Use of Talents, The 394 Shakespearian Extracts .... 395 God's Sovereignty ..... 395 The Saviour 395 God's Ways 395 Judgment warped by Sin . . . 395 God's Hand in Man's Affairs . . . 395 The Strength of a Good Conscience . 396 The Dignity of Good Actions . . . 396 The Lesson of Wolsey's Fall . . 396 The True Wife 396 Mercy 396 Avarice ....... 397 Opportunity 397 Self- Indulgence 398 Truth Perverted 398 Hypocrisy and Deceit .... 398 Charitable Judgments .... 399 Calumny ....... 400 Thankfulness 400 True and False Prayer .... 400 Glory Vain . . . . . . 401 Adversity Improved . . . . .401 Resignation ...... 402 Despair . . . . . . . 403 Remorse 403 The Unrest of a Guilty Conscience . . 405 Suicide 405 Peaceful Death 405 Hope in Death 406 SHELDON, H. L 178 Hawaiian National Anthem. (Dominis ) 177 Kamehamaha's Hymn. (King Kalakaua.) 178 SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE . . .289 A Vesper Prayer 289 SHEPHERD, ANNA HOULDITCH . . 957 Around the Throne of God in Heaven . 957 SHIPLEY, MARY E. The Christian Poet's Grave . . . .12 SHIPLEY'S "Lyra Messianica." Behold the Day the Lord hath made. (Adam of St. Victor.) 763 SHIPTON, ANNA 228 The First Missionary .... 228 SHIRLEY, JAMES 864 Death's Final Conquest .... 864 SHIRLEY. SELINA, COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON 678 Comforts of God's Love . . . . 661 Prayer for Pardon 678 SHIRLEY, WALTER . . . . 754 Contemplation of the Cross . . . -754 Lord, dismiss us . . . • . 861 SHRUBSOLE, WILLIAM . . . .331 Daily Duties 33^ SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP . . . . .491 Psalm i 491 Psalm xxiii. 49^ Psalm xcvi 494 Psalm cxxxix 495 SIGOURNEY, LYDIA HUNTLEY . . 371 Death of an Infant 879 Library, The ...... n Lost Day, The 278 Missions 37^ Valley of Jehoshaphat, The .... 240 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XXVll SILESIUS, ANGELUS. (See Scheffler, JOHANN.) SIMMS, WILLIAM GILMORE . The Lost Pleiad SKEAT, WALTER WILLIAM . The Light of the World .... SKEFFINGTOX, JOHN, LORD VISCOUNT MASSEREENE and FERRARD In the Time of Dearth .... SKELTON, PHILIP A Song of Praise SMITH, CAROLINE SPRAGUE. The Final Struggle SMITH, ELIZABETH L. To the Invisible. (Uhland.) . SMITH, MAY RILEY His Name shall be m their Foreheads In Prison Sometinie SMITH, SAMUEL FRANCIS . Gethsemane ....... National Hymn Success of the Gospel ..... SOUTHEY, CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES Mariner's Hymn, The ..... Pauper's Death-Bed, The SOUTHEY, ROBERT Babylon Brough Bells Greenwood Shrift, The .... Prayer, A ...... . SOUTHWELL, ROBERT .... Burning Babe, The ..... Losse in Delayes New Prince, New Pomp .... Preparative to Prayer .... Scorn not the Least SPEED, SAMUEL Of Death SPENSER, EDMUND Hymne of Heavenly Love, An . Sunday SPERVOGEL Prayer to the Holy Ghost. " Nun bitten wir." (COVERDALE.) . . . . SPITTA, KARL JOHANN PHILIPP Angel of Patience, The .... Fulness of Christ, The. " Wo ist Gottliches Erbarmen?" (Massie.) . Light in Darkness. (Borthwick.) O Happy House. "O selig Haus, wo man Dicli aufgenommen." (Findlater.) Still on thy Loving Heart. "Still an Dei- nem liebevollen Herzen." (Massie.) What shall we be .-' " Wie wird uns seir^ wenn endlicli nach dem Schweren.'' " (Massie. J SPRAGUE, CHARLES The Winged Worshippers . STANLEY, ARTHUR PENRHYN . Ascension, The .... Who shall be the last Great Seer ? . STEDMAN, EDMUND CLARENCE Discoverer, The .... Undiscovered Country, The . STEELE, ANNE Absence from God Christ the Life of the Soul 875 875 668 668 827 827 537 537 474 3'5 948 365 175 756 175 372 329 329 117 208 117 113 549 735 73(> 339 735 553 341 861 861 566 687 566 814 814 695 836 695 ^33 415 695 948 54 54 789 789 27 879 879 938 349 349 668 Desiring the Presence of God . . -554 Intercession of Christ, The . . . 668 Longing Souls invited 667 STENNETT, SAMUEL .... 587 Majestic Sweetness 667 Pleasures of Worship, The . . . 587 Promised Land, The 955 STEPHEN, THE SABAITE ... 698 Come unto Me. Konovre KolKdnarov. (Neale.)698 STERLING, JOHN 487 A World without God 487 STILLMAN, ANNIE R 317 After many Days 317 Birth 421 STONE, HARRIETT MULFORD. (MAR- GARET SIDNEY.) The Little Brown Seed .... 52 STONE, MARY KENT ADAMS . . .254 My Sparrows ...... 55 October Reveries 254 Weariness 561 STONE, SAMUEL JOHN. Christ the Corner-Stone .... 601 STORY, WILLIAM WETMORE . . 666 A Song of Israel 666 STOWE, HARRIET BEECHER ... 97 Charmer, The 661 Knocking, Knocking, ever Knocking . . 665 Mystery of Life, The .... 306 Old Psalm-Tune, The 97 Other World, The 937 Secret 531 Still with Thee 283 Summer Studies . . . . •. .251 STOWELL, HUGH 553 The Mercy-Seat 553 STRICKLAND, AGNES . . . . 198 Lilies of Jerusalem 198 STURM, CHRISTOPH CHRISTIAN . 767 Christ is risen. " Auferstanden, Auferstan- den ! " (Frothingham ) . . . 767 SUMNER, SAMUEL BARRETT . . 419 The Family Altar 419 SURREY, HENRY HOWARD, EARL OF 330 Psalm Ixxiii 330 SUSAN COOLIDGE. Commissioned 340 He that believeth shall not make haste . 315 Last Hour, The 19 November 254 SWAIN, JOSEPH 375 The Golden Chain 375 SYLVESTER, JOSHUA .... 860 Mors Mortis 860 SYRUS, EPHRyEM 720 A Star shmes forth 720 TAIT, GILBERT. Arise, my Soul, awake from Sleep. (Kingo. ) 771 Aspirations. (Oehlenschlaeger.) . . 31 Grace before Meat. (Kingo.) . . 39^ Grace after Meat. (Kingo.) . . - W Hour of Death, The. (Naur.) . . 862 Morning. (Ingemann.) .... 282 Sabbath Morn. (Grundtvig.) . . 564 TAPPAN, WILLIAM BINGHAM . . 369 Heavenly Rest,. The .... 945 Missionaries 369 XXVlll INDEX OF AUTHORS. TATE, NAHUM, and BRADY, NICHOLAS 317 Encouragement to love and trust God . -3^7 Song of the Angels . . . - . 715 TAULER, JOHANN .... 131, 603 There comes a Galley laden. " Es kommt ein Schiff geladen." (Kenealy.) . . 603 TAYLOR, JAMES BAYARD ... 196 Creation, The. (Goethe.) . . . 476 Faust's Easter Meditation, (Goethe.) . 764 Jerusalem . . . . . . . 196 Quaker Widow, The .... 98 TAYLOR, JANE .700 Guidance through Life .... 700 Squire's Pew, The 119 TAYLOR, JEREMY 712 Christ's Coming to Jerusalem in Triumph . 223 Hymn for Christmas Day, A . . . 272 Hymn for Christmas Day, A . . .712 Meditation of Heaven, A . . . . 947 Prayer, The 551 Wise Men coming to worship Jesus, The . 718 TAYLOR, JOHN EDWARD. On Dante ... ... 910 TAYLOR, JOSIAH RICE . * . . . 250 The Winter is past . . . . . 250 TENNYSON, ALFRED . . . . 971 Doubt 352 Foolish Virgins, The . . . . 855 Golden Year, The ..... 246 In Grief 820 Larger Hope, The 352 Lazarus 231 New Year's Eve .../"... 247 St. Agnes 971 TERESA, ST 946 The Life above, the Life on high. " Vivo s'.n vivir en mi." (Caswall.) . . . 946 TERSTEEGEN, GERHARD . . .662 God calling yet. " Gott rufet noch." (Ijinij- LATER.) 662 Lo, God i,s here ! " Gott ist gegenwartig ! lasset uns anbeten ! " (Wesley.) . . 582 THAXTER, CELIA 775 A Song of Easter 775 THEOCISTUS OF THE STUDIUM . 698 Sweetest Jesus. 'ly\aov yhvKvrare. (NeALE.) 698 THEODORE OF THE STUDIUM . . 905 The Judgment. Trjv ^/aepac rrj^ ^piKTrjc. (Neale. ) 905 THEODULPH, ST 705 Processional Hymn. " Gloria, laus, et honor." (Neale.) 705 THEOPHANES 198 Adam's Complaint. (Neale.) . . .198 THOMAS OF CELANO .... 899 Day of Judgment, The. *' Dies irse, dies ilia." (Brydges.) 901 Day of Wrath. "Dies irae, dies ilia." (Irons.) 900 Judgment, The. " Dies irae, dies ilia." (RiNGWALDT.) 903 Judgment, The. " Dies irje, dies ilia." (ScoTT.) 901 In Meditation of the Day of Judgment. " Dies irse, dies ilia." (Ckashaw.) . . . 902 On the Day of Judgment. " Dies irae, dies ilia." (Roscommon.) .... 902 That Day of Wrath. " Dies irae, dies ilia." (Alford.) 899 THOMSON, JAMES Hymn, A Wind in an iEolian Harp, The THOREAU, HENRY DAVID Inspiration THORPE, ROSE HARTWICK , Curfew must not ring to-night . THRING, GODFREY Christ's Coming ..... THRUPP, DOROTHY ANN The Good Shepherd .... TIMROD, HENRY A Mother's Wail TOKE, EMMA Who is gone into Heaven .''... TONNA, CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH (BROWNE) Prayer for a Minister TOPLADY, AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE . Chamber Hymn, A Countless Throng, A . . . . Holy Ghost, dispel our Sadness. (Gerharut.; In Sickness Living and Dying Prayer for the Holiest Believer in the VVorld, A . To the Soul Weak Believers Encouraged TOWNSHEND, CHAUNCY HARE Joy in Sorrow TRENCH, RICHARD CHENEVLX Affliction . . Couplets ....... Cross, The. (Calderon.) Day of Death, The Effects of Prayer, The Holy Eucharist, The. (Calderon.) Kingdom of God, The Lent Jewels, The Life through Death . . . . Lines suggested by a Picture of the A'doration of the Magians Lines written after hearing some Beautiful Singing in a Convent Church at Rome . Love Moravian Hymn. (Reincke.) Prayer Some murmur when their Sky is clear Spilt Pearls, The. (Saadi.) Suppliant, The Tree of Life, The. ( From the Lati Tree of Life, Tlie. (Ruckert.) This did not once so trouble Me To Poetry .... Unanswered Prayer With God .... TREND, HENRY .... Hail, Day of Joyous Rest ! TROWBRIDGE, JOHN TOWNSEND . The Blossomed Staff TUCKER, MARY F. . . . Cometh a Blessing down . TUPPER, ELLEN ISABELLE . Listen to the Wondrous Story . TUPPER, MARTIN FARQUHAR A Hymn for all Nations . TURNER, CHARLES TENNYSON Forest Glade, The . . . Lattice at Sunrise, The Silent Praise .... 61 506 61 3 3 118 118 699 699 669 669 424 424 789 789 806 806 287 287 955 811 826 669 945 83§ 848 848 552 826 847 755 861 552 791 489 79 716 334 686 877 552 819 82 552 81 82 358 9 551 477 571 571 130 130 389 389 735 735 473 473 539 57 277 539 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XXIX VAUX, THOMAS, LORD Gray Hairs VEGA, LOPE FELIX DE LA VEGA CAR- PIO Good Shepherd, The. (Longfellow.) . To morrow. " i Que ten^jo yo, que mi anistad prosuras?" (Longfellow.). VERY, JONES ...... Coming of the Lord, The .... Life New Birth, The Prayer, The Presence, The Violet, The VICTORINUS, SANTOLIUS Christian Love. "O quam juvat fratres, Deus!" (Chandler.) . . . . VINET, ALEXANDER RODOLPHE Hymn to Jesus. (Downton.) . VOKE, MRS. . . . * . The Christian Herald WAKEFIELD, NANCY AMELIA WOOD- BURY PRIEST Over the River WALLACE, WILLIAM ROSS. Jerusalem WALLER, EDMUND .... Soms Reflections upon the several Petitions in the Lord's Prayer WARE, HENRY, JR Resurrection of Christ . . . • Seasons of Prayer WARING, ANNA LETITIA. God in the Heart Supplication ...... Thanksgiving Thy Love . 513 269 269 969 941 474 TURNER, DANIEL, and FRENCH, JAMES. The Saviour 634 TURNER, ELIZA SPROAT. An Angel's Visit 107 TUSSER, THOMAS 4S8 Of the Omnipotency of God and Debility of Man 488 Posies for thine own Bed-Chambsr . UHLAND, JOHANN LUDWIG . Christmas Carol. (Moultrie.) Heaven ....... Lost Church, The. (Brooks.) To the Invisible. (Smith.) ULRICH, ANTON, DUKE OF BRUNS- WICK. 1633-1714. God's Sure Help in Sorrow. (Winkworth.) UPHAM, THOMAS COGSWELL A Little Bird I am. (Madame Guvox.) Song of the Pilgrims . , . . VAUGHAN, HENRY . Cock-Crowing Early Rising and Prayer Happv are the Dead Night, The Peace .... Sundays . World, The . World of Light, The 528 174 7 174 298 281 ^5° 870 298 972 <;68 933 950 439 439 692 692 667 52 707 306 348 550 490 52 374 374 613 613 190 190 17 17 197 547 547 762 762 548 473 529 248 691 WARTON, THOMAS 155 The Crusade . . . . . -155 WASHBURN, EDWARD ABIEL . . 846 Still thy Sorrow, Magdalena. (Adam of St. Victor?) 846 WASTELL, SIMON 855 Man's Mortality 855 WATERSTON, ROBERT CASSIE . . 643 Looking unto Christ 643 Mortal and Immortal . . . . 302 WATTS, ISAAC 708 Christ's Kingdom 708 Crucifixion to the World .... 759 Divine Protection. Psalm cxxi. . . 494 Emmanuel's Land ..... 638 For the Lord's Day 566 General Providence and Special Grace. Psalm xxvi. , 492 God praised for his Goodness and Truth. Psalm cxlvi 535 God's Word and Works .... 594 Gospel Times 699 Hebrew Bard, The . . . . 211 Holy Fortitude 379 Hosanna for the Lord's Day, An. Psalm cxviii. 567 House of God, The 585 Immanuel 683 Love of God, The 481 Lullaby 435 Man Frail and God Eternal. Psalm xc. . 493 Pleasures of Public Worship, The. Psalm Ixxxiv 583 Praise to the Redeemer .... 677 Redeemed in Glory, The. (Cameron.) . 958 Saviour's Praise, The .... 675 WEALE, W. R. The Light of the World .... 676 WEISS, JOHN 721 Epiphany 721 WEISSE, MICHAEL 769 Resurrection Hymn. " Christus ist erstan- den." (Winkworth.) .... 769 WEISSEL, GEORGE 671 Lift up your Heads ! '• Macht hoch die Thiir." (Winkworth.) .... 671 WESLEY, CHARLES 342 Childlike Simplicity. (Berridge.) . . 432 Death and Judgment Anticipated . . 440 Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit . 815 Divine Love 480 For Christmas Day 272 For Easter Day 766 For one retired into the Country ... 70 For the Anniversary of one's Ct nversion . 347 For the Youngest 435 In Temptation 6"i2 Jubilee Proclaimed, The .... 706 Judgment, The. (Cenmck. Madan.) 904 Longing to love 676 Lord's Charge, The 342 Morning Hymn, A . . . . . 280 Repentance at the Cross. (Kruger.) . . 754 Trinity Invoked, The .... 468 Trusting Heart, The. (Gerhardt.). . 511 Whole Armor, The 383 Wrestling Jacob 200 WESLEY, JOHN 582 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness. (ZiN- zendorf.) 690 Lo, God is here. (Tersteegen.) . . 582 XXX INDEX OF AUTHORS. WHITE, HENRY KIRKE . . . .288 Christian's Progress, The . . . 327 Evening 288 In Heaven we shall be purifieJ . . . 677 Onward! 37^ Star of Bethlehem, The . . . . 711 Survey of the Heavens in the Mornn^^ before Daybreak, A 41 WHITE, HUGH. With Tearful Eyes I look around . . 836 WHITE, JOSEPH BLANCO . . . .299 Night and Death 299 WHITING, WILLIAM 834 For Those in Peril 834 WHITNEY, ADELINE D. TRAIN . . 273 Christmas 273 Sunlight and Starlight 278 WHITNEY, FREDERICK AUGUSTUS . 369 Pray ye, therefore, the Lord of the Harvest . 369 WHITNEY, GEOFFREY .... 507 Glory to God alone 507 WHITTIER, JOHN GREENLEAF . . 187 An;j;els of Buena Vista, The ... 88 Book, The 59 c Call of the Christian, The . . . .386 Child-Songs 436 Christmas Carmen, A 273 Crucifixion, The 741 Cypress-Tree of Ceylon, The . . .141 Dibarmament 187 Female Martyr, The 89 First-Day Thoughts .... 566 Knight of St. John, The . . . .122 My Psalm 530 Our Master 674 Over- Heart, The 489 Palestine 193 Prayer of Agassiz, The .... 100 Reformer, The 121 Reformers of England, The . . . 120 Rock in El Ghor, The 201 Tauler 131 Thy Will be done ! 529 Trinitas ....... no Two Rabbis, The 85 Vaudois Teacher, The . . . . 134 Word, The 591 Worship 535 WHITTINGHAM, WILLIAM ROLLINSON 987 Jerusalem, High Tower. (Mevfart.) . 988 WHYTEHEAD, THOMAS .... 567 Second Day of Creation, The ... 39 Seventh Day of Creation, The . . . 567 WILLARD, SAMUEL 291 Evening Hymn 291 WILLIAMS, HELEN MARIA . . .536 While Thee I seek 536 WILLIAMS, ISAAC 673 Away with Sorrow's Sigh. " Jam desinant suspiria." 673 Heavenly Jerusalem. " Ccelestis, O Jerusa- lem ! " 986 WILLIAMS, JOHN 804 Creator, Spirit, come ! (Charlemagne?). 804 WILLIAMS, WILLIAM .... 502 The Christian Pilgrim's Hymn . . . 502 WILLIS, NATHANIEL PARKER . . 237 Hagar in the Wilderness .... 207 Leper, The 237 WILLSON, BYRON FORCEYTHE . . 586 The Church 586 WILSON, JOHN 288 Evening Cloud, The 288 Magdalen's Hymn 132 WINCHELSEA, ANNA.. COUNTESS OF. (See Finch, Anna.) WINKWORTH, CATHERINE. 1829-1878. Battle-Song of Gustavus Adolphus, The. (Fabricius.) 186 Christ, the Priest forever. (Desslek.) . 701 Christmas Eve. (Luther.) . . . 716 Communion Hymn. (Frank.) . . 798 Courage, my Tempted Heart. (Bohmer.) . 673 Diffusion of the Gospel, The. (Bahnmaier.) 595 Eternity. (Wulefer.) .... 934 Final Joy, The. (Nikolai.) ... 893 For a Christian Child. (VonHayn.). . 436 God's Sure Help in Sorrow. (Anton Ul- RICH, Duke of Brunswick.) . , .528 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives. (Louisa of Brandenburg.) 770 I am the Rose of Sharon .... 672 I know in Whorti I put my Trust. (Arndt.) 670 Joy after Sorrow. (Gerhardt.) . . 847 Lift up your Heads. (Weissel.) . . 671 Lord, open my Eyes. (Richter.) . . 672 O how could 1 forget Him ! (Kern.) . 690 O Love, who formedst me. (Scheffler ) . 671 On a Long and Perilous Journey. (Flemming.) 527 Prayer for a Babe. (Knapp.) . . . 437 Prayer in Mental Conflict, A. (Drewes.) 821 Quiet, Hoping Heart, The. (Rodigast.) . 528 Resurrection Hymn. (Weiss.) . . 769 Trust. (Neumark.) 528 Under a heavy private Cross. (Gerhardt.) 837 Way Opened, The. (Zwick.) . . . 790 Whitsunday. (Schmolke.) . . . 803 Work of the Holy Spirit, The. (Neander.) 807 WITHER, GEORGE. 1588-1667. Christmas Day 274 Lemuel's Song 413 Lord's Prayer, The . . . . .561 Marriage . . . . . . . 413 Nunc Dimittis 28 Rocking Hymn, A 437 Soldier, The 381 Thanksgiving for Settled Health . . 390 Veni, Creator Spiritus. (Charlemagne?). 811 WITHINGTON, LEONARD ... 427 A Parent's Prayer 427 WOODWORTH, SAMUEL . . . .741 The Crucifixion * . . . , . 74 1 WORDSWORTH, CHRISTOPHER . . 620 Giving to God 388 Holy, Holy, Holy Lord .... 469 Lord's Day, A 568 Ship in the Midst of the Sea, The . . 620 WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM ... 35 Canute 75 Force of Praver, The .... 549 Glad Tidings, The . . . . .670 Holiness of Childhood, The . . . 438 Hymn for the Boatmen as they approach the Rapids at Heidelberg .... 670 Intimations of Immortality ... 35 Longest Day, The 278 Milton ....... 444 Ode to Duty 332 Prayers I make, The. (Michael Angelo.) 560 Translation of the Bible .... 591 Vaudois, The 133 Wiclif 120 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XXXI WOTTON, SIR HENRY .... 308 The Happy Life 308 WULFFER, DANIEL. 1617-1635. Eternity! "O Ewigkeit, O Ewigkeit ! " (WiNKWORTH.) 934 WYETH, MARY E. CHAMBERLALN . 27 The Poet's Crown 27 XAVIER, ST. FRANCIS .... 517 O Deus, ego amo Te. (Caswall.) . . 517 YOUNG, WALLACE. -1757. Happy Death 868 My God and my All 478 Rock of Ages, The 588 ZIHN, JOHANN FRIEDRICH . . . 518 Gott lebet noch ! (Cox.) .... 518 ZINZENDORF, NICOLAUS LUDWIG . 884 Jesus, still lead on. " Jesu, geh voran." (BORTHWICK.) 884 O Bottomless Depths of God"s Inlinite Love 481 Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness. " Christi Blut und Gerechtigkeit." (Wesley.) . 690 ZWICK, JOHANNES 790 The Way Opened. *' Auf diesen Tag beden- ken wir." ( Winkvvorth.) . . . 790 AUTHOR UNKNOWN. Answer, The 938 Ave Maris Stella 730 Child's Evening Hymn .... 438 Come, labor on ! 333 Daily Work ...... 333 Dumb Child, The . " . . . . 105 Edwin and Paulinus .... 102 Egypt kft behind 325 Fairest Lord Jesus. " bchonster Herr Jesu." 598 Forgiveness of Sins 346 Gate of Heaven, The 949 German Night- Watchman's Song, The . 299 Good Samaritan, Tiie 238 God and Heaven 895 Hast thou within a Care so deep.? . . '551 Heaven 96S Light's Abode, Celestial Salem. '-Jerusalem luminosa." 987 Living Waters 83 Love 726 Meditation upon the Frailty of this Life, A 307 Mercy's Reply 83 Motherhood 421 Music of the Spheres, The ... 30 My Lambs 422 My Vesper Seng 599 No Cross, no Crown ..... 383 Not as the World giveth .... 669 Our Own 419 Sages and the Shepherds, The ... 84 Sayings of Rabia, The 84 Sea-Bird, The 366 Sorrow 819 Weissenbrunn Hymn, The . . . 505 William Wykeman and his Works . .178 Work 331 View of Mad Stream, Loch Scavaig, Isle of Skye, The 67 THE POET OF TO-DAY. Mrs. Sarah Jane Clarke Lippincott was born Sept. 28, 1S23, at Pompey, N. Y., and in 1S53 married Leander K. Lippincott, of Philadelphia. She is known as a graceful writer More than the soul of ancient song is given To thee, O poet of to-day ! — thy dower Comes from a higher than Olympian heaven, In holier beauty and in larger power. To thee Humanity, her woes revealing, Would all her griefs and ancient wrongs rehearse ; Would make thy song the voice of her appeal- ing* And sob her mighty sorrows through thy verse. While in her season of great darkness sharing, Hail thou the coming of each promise-star Which climbs the midnight of her long de- spairing, And watch for morning o'er the hills afar. Wherever Truth her holy warfare wages, Or Freedom pines, there let thy voice be * heard ; Sound like a prophet-warning down the ages The human utterance of God's hving word. But bring not thou the battle's stormy chorus. The tramp of armies, and the roar of fight, Not war's hot smoke to taint the sweet morn o'er us. Nor blaze of pillage, reddening up the night. Oh, let thy lays prolong that angel singing. Girdling with music the Redeemer's star, And breathe God's peace, to earth "glad. tid- ings " bringing From the near heavens, of old so dim and far! Sarah J. Lippincott (Grace Greenwood). THE POET'S PLEA. Deal gently with the poet. Think that he Is made of finer clay than other men. And ill can bear rough handling ; and while we. Of sturdier natures, laughed at laugh again, And self-complacently shake off The world's unmerited contempt and scoff As easily as from his scaly side Leviathan shakes off the drippings of the tide. Not so the poet. On his keener sense Light harms smite often with an edge intense. A stony look, a lip of scorn, may crush His young aspirings, chill the stir and flush Of waking inspiration, and control Down into commonplace the darings of his soul. Lightly his spirit touch ! The lyre is delicate ; the chords are fine ; And fine must be the finger that from such Wins melody divine. The strings, that gentler skill to music wakes, A clash impetuous breaks. And images, that in the musing mind, As in a placid lake, lie mirrored and defined. If rufiling winds along the surface stray, Scattered and broken, pass Hke rack away. Stored thoughts and treasured feelings, that in turn Were ready to leap forth, and breathe, and burn In verse, as fancy called them, once dispersed. Bide, like the Sibyl's leaves, unscanned and unrehearsed. Gifts that have had their birth Beyond the everlasting hills on high. Sent down to dwell awhile in hearts on earth, Should still tend upward to their native sky. Husks, that the swine do eat, Earth's bursting bubbles, must not thee de- light. With Heaven's own manna falling at thy feet. And Canaan's promised glories full in sight. No ! be it thine to rise In noble scorn of every meaner thing, Self-buoyant, hke the bird of paradise That sleeps and wakes forever on the wing. The vestal fire must not be left to wane. Nor hghtly desecrate to use profane. Thou walk'st this earth the delegate of Heaven ; And much shall be required where much is given. Not that the tone need always be sublime ; The light and graceful have their place and time. But for the loose, the impious, or the base. Exists no privilege of time or place. Oh, scorn them, scorn them ! To thyself be true ! Breathe not a thought thou e'er shalt wish un- said ; Nought that may haunt and sadden life's re- view. Or cast a shadow o'er thy dying bed. Thine is a lofty mission. Nothing less Than God to glorify, and man to bless ; THE POET'S FOOD. To raise poor grovelling Nature from the mire, To give her wings, and teach her to aspire ; To nurse heroic moods ; meek worth to cheer ; To dry on Sorrow's cheek the trembling tear ; And still be ready, let who will deride, To take the lists on injured Virtue's side. This is thy calling. Tasks like these Claim and repay the soul's best energies. Nor need'st thou fear, while thus employed. That life should seem a burthen or a void. Joys shall be thine, man makes not, nor un- makes ; Cheer, which the fickle world nor gives nor takes ; Unhoped-for streams that in the desert rise, And sunshine bursting through the cloudiest skies ! From light to light thy steps shall tend. Thy prospects ever brightening to the end ; Thy soul acquiring as it goes The tone and feelings that befit the close- Such path, O gifted one, be thine to tread ! And when the Judge of quick and dead To each his sentence shall assign, " Well done, thou faithful servant ! " shall be thine ! And thou shalt rise the tasks of heaven to share. Join the blest choir, and feel no stranger there. And "■ power and honor to the Lamb " shall seem To thee no new and uncongenial theme. The strains to which thy earthly powers were given Shall be renewed and perfected in heaven ; And more than e'er blest poet's dream, shall be The poet's portion there throughout eternity ! Henry Francis Lyte (abridged). Rome, March, 1847. THE POET'S FOOD. The poet does not dwell apart, enshrined in golden beams ; He is not mailed from time's rude blows in a panoply of dreams. No Pegasus bears him aloft in pathways mid the clouds ; But he must tread the common earth mingling in common crowds. He dwells not in fair solitudes a still and lone recluse ; But he must handle common tools to his di- viner use. He doth not list in magic caves the music of life's ocean ; Borne freely on its winds and waves, he feels their every motion. The glory which around him shines is no fic- titious ray ; It is the sun which shines on all, the light of common day. But he has won an open eye to see things as they are, A glory in God's meanest works which pass- eth fiction far. His ear is open to discern stirrings of angel wings, And angel whispers come to him from mute and common things. And Nature, ever meeting him with the same radiant face. And filling still her daily round with the old quiet grace. Is fresh and glorious as at first, and mightier far to bless. His youth's strong passion growing ripe in deep home-tenderness. And truths to which his childhood clung, like songs repeated often By the sweet voice of one we love, do but the surer soften. One thing he scorns with bitter scorn, the lived or spoken lie. Yet knowing what a labyrinth life, how dim the inward eye, Is slow to brand his fellow-man as false, or base, or mean, Or aught which hath fed human hearts as common or unclean. Nature prepares no royal food for this her royal guest ; No special banquet is for him at life's full table dressed. But all life's honest impulses, home joys, and cares, and tears. The shower of cordial laughter which the clouded bosom cheers, All earnest voices of his kind, calm thoughts of solitude. All of the world that is not husks, this is the poet's food. THE POET. God's living poem speaks to him God-like in every line ; Not all man's hackneyed renderings can make it less divine. Mrs. Elizabeth (Rundle) Charles. A POET'S PRAYER. Almighty Father ! let thy lowly child, Strong in his love of truth, be wisely bold, — A patriot bard by sycophants reviled, Let him live usefully, and not die old ! Let poor men's children, pleased to read his lays, Love for his sake the scenes where he hath been, And when he ends his pilgrimage of days. Let him be buried where the grass is green. Where daisies, blooming earliest, linger late To hear the bee his busy note prolong. There let him slumber, and in peace await The dawning morn, far from the sensual throng, Who scorn the wind-flower's blush, the red- breast's lovely song. Ebenezer Elliott. A POET'S HOPE. William Ellery Channing, a nephew of the celebrated Unitarian minister of the same name, was born in Boston, June lo, i8i8. He has pursued a literary life Several volumes of his prose have been published, besides " Thoreau, the Poet-Naturalist." Lady, there is a hope that all men have. Some mercy for their faults, a grassy place To rest in, and a flower-strewn, gentle grave ; Another hope which purifies our race. That when that fearful bourn forever past. They may find rest, — and rest so long to last. I seek it not, I ask no rest forever. My path is onward to the farthest shores, — Upbear me in your arms, unceasing river. That from the soul's clear fountain swiftly pours, Motionless not, until the end is won, Which now I feel hath scarcely felt the sun. To feel, to know, to soar unlimited, Mid throngs of light-winged angels sweeping far, And pore upon the realms unvisited, That tessellate the unseen, unthought star, To be the thing that now I feebly dream Flashing within my faintest, deepest gleam. Ah, caverns of my soul ! how thick your shade. Where flows that life by which I faintly see, — Wave your bright torches, for I need your aid. Golden-eyed demons of my ancestry ! Your son, though blinded, hath a light within, A heavenly fire which ye from suns did win. Time ! O Death ! I clasp you in my arms, For I can soothe an infinite cold sorrow, And gaze contented on your icy charms, And that wild snow-pile which we call to- morrow ; Sweep on, O soft and azure-lidded sky. Earth's waters to your gentle gaze reply. 1 am not earth-born, though I here delay ; Hope's child, I summon infiniter powers. And laugh to see the mild and sunny day Smile on the shrunk and thin autumnal hours : I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me ; If my bark sinks, 't is to another sea. William Ellery Channing- THE TRUE SERVANT. " O Lord, truly I am thy servant." Ps. cxvi. 1 6. Oh, not to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred ; Oh, give me a diviner name : Call me thy servant. Lord ! Sweet title that delighteth me, — Rank earnestly implored ; Oh, what can reach the dignity Of thy true servants. Lord .'' No longer would my soul be known As self-sustained and free : Oh, not mine own ! Oh, not mine own ! Lord, I belong to Thee ! In each aspiring burst of prayer Sweet leave my soul would ask Thine every burden. Lord, to bear, To do thine every task. Forever, Lord, thy servant choose, — Nought of thy claim abate ! The glorious name I would not lose, Nor change the sweet estate. ASPIRATION AND RESIGNATION. In life, in death, on earth, in heaven No other name for me ! The same sweet style and title given Through all eternity. Thomas Hornblower Gill. THE HIGHER GOOD. Theodore Parker, an influential liberal tlieologian, was born at Lexington, Mass., Aug. 24, 1810, and died at Florence, Italy, May 10, i860. He was a Unitarian min- ister, but a change camfe over his religious views and he resigned his charge. In 1S64 he became pastor of an inde- pendent society, and preached in the Music Hall, Boston, to a large congregation as long as his health permitted. He was an enthusiastic and eloquent friend of freedom and of every movement for moral reform. Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame. Though once they would have joyed my car- nal sense : I shudder not to bear a hated name. Wanting all wealth, myself my sole defence. But give me. Lord, eyes to behold the truth ; A seeing sense that knows the eternal right ; A heart with pity filled, and gentlest ruth ; A manly faith that makes all darkness light : Give me the power to labor for mankind ; Make me the mouth of such as cannot speak ; Eyes let me be to groping men, and blind ; A conscience to the base ; and to the weak Let me be hands and feet ; and to the foolish, mind ; And lead still further on such as thy kingdom seek. Theodore Parker. 1849- GRAND DIEU, POUR TON. PLAISIR. WRITTEN DURING TEN YEARs' IMPRISONiMENT IN THE BASTILE. Grand Dieu, pour ton plaisir Je suis dans une cage ; Ecoute mon ramage ; C'est-lk mon seul ddsir: J'aime mon esclavage. Grand Dieu, pour ton plaisir. Je chante tout le jour, Seigneur, c'est pour te plaire; Mon extreme misere Augmente mon amour : N'ayant point d'autre affaire, Je chante tout le jour. Tu I'entends, mon Seigneur, Get amoureux langage, Ignord du faux sage, Goutd du chaste cceur, L'amour a son ramage : Tu Tentends, mon Seigneur. Je vis en liberty, Quoique dans I'esclavage : L' Amour Pur met au large Le coeur, la volonte : Dans ma petite cage Je vis en liberte. Divine volontd, Que j'adore et que j'aime ! Plus ma peine est extreme, Plus j'ai de liberte. Tous biens sont en toi-meme, Divine volonte. De ton petit oiseau Regois, je te conjure, Le gazouillant murmure, Plus tendre qu'il n'est beau ; Et sois la nourriture De ton petit oiseau. Mad- ME GuvrN. A LITTLE BIRD I AM. A FREE TRANSLATION OF THE PRECEDING POEM- A LITTLE bird I am, Shut from the fields of air. And in my cage I sit and sing To him who placed me there ; Well pleased a prisoner to be, Because, my God, it pleases thee ! Naught have I else to do, I sing the whole day long ; And he whom most I love to please Doth listen to my song ; He caught and bound my wandering wing, But still he bends to hear me sing. Thou hast an ear to hear, A heart to love and bless ; And, though my notes were e'er so rude, Thou wouldst not hear the less ; Because thou knowest, as they fall. That love, sweet love, inspires them all. My cage confines me round : Abroad I cannot fly ; THE POET. But, though my wing is closely bound, My heart 's at liberty ; My prison walls cannot control The flight, the freedom of the soul. Oh, it is good to soar. These bolts and bars above. To him whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love ; And in thy mighty will to find The joy, the freedom, of the mind ! Madame Guyon. Translated by Prof. T. C. Upham. THE VOICES OF HISTORY. The poet in his vigil hears Time flowing through the night, — A mighty stream, absorbing tears, And bearing down delight : There resting on his bank of thought He listens, till his soul The voices of the waves has caught, — The meaning of their roll. First, wild and wildering as the strife Of earthly winds and seas. Resounds the long historic life Of warring dynasties : — Uncertain right and ce,rtain wrong In onward conflict driven, The threats and trampling of the strong Beneath a brazen heaven. The cavernous unsounded East Outpours an evil tide. Drowning the hymn of patriarch priest The chant of shepherd bride. How can we catch the angel-word, How mark the prophet-sound. Mid thunders like Niagara's heard An hundred miles around ? From two small springs that rise and blend, And leave their Latin home, The waters east and west extend, — The ocean-power of Rome : Voices of victories ever won, Of pride that will not stay. Billows that burst and perish on The shores they wear away. Till, in a race of fierce delight Tumultuous battle forth. The snows amassed on many a height, The cataracts of the North : What can we hear beside the roar. What see beneath the foam, — What but the wrecks that strew the shore. And cries of faUing Rome ? Nor when a purer faith had traced Safe channels for the tide, Did streams with Eden-lilies graced In Eden sweetness glide ; While the deluded gaze admires The smooth and shining flow. Vile interests and insane desires Gurgle and rage below. If History has no other sounds. Why should we listen more ? Spirit ! despise terrestrial bounds, And seek a happier shore ; Yet pause ! for on thine inner ear A mystic music grows, — And mortal man shall never hear That diapason's close. Nature awakes ! a raptiirous tone, Still different, still the same, — Eternal effluence from the throne Of Him without a name ; A symphony of worlds begun, Ere sin the glory mars. The cymbals of the new-born sun. The trumpets of the stars. Then Beauty all her subtlest chords Dissolves and knits again. And Law composes jarring words In one harmonious chain, And Loyalty's enchanting notes Outswelling fade away. While Knowledge, from ten thousand throats, Proclaims a graver sway. — Well, if, by senses unbefooled, Attentive souls may scan These great ideas that have ruled The total mind of man ; Yet there is music deeper still, Of fine and holy woof, — Comfort and joy to all who will Keep ruder noise aloof: A music simple as the sky, Monotonous as the sea. Recurrent as the flowers that die And rise again in glee : TO POETRY. 9 A melody that childhood sings Then I remembered that from thy lips fell Without a thought of art, Large words of promise, how thou couldst Drawn from a few familiar strings, succeed The fibres of the heart. All darkest mysteries of hfe to spell ; Therefore I pleaded with thee now to read Through tent and cot and proud saloon The riddle that was baffling me, with speed This audible delight To yield some answer to the questioning. Of nightingales that love the noon, Something thou spak'st, but nothing to my Of larks that court the night, — need. We feel it all. — the hopes and fears So that I counted thee an idle thing. That language faintly tells, Who, having promised much, couldst no true The spreading smiles, the passing tears, succor bring. The meetings and farewells. And I turned from thee, and I left thee These harmonies that all can share, quite, When chronicled by one. And of thy name to hear had Httle care ; Enclose us like the living air, ■ For I was only seeking if by flight Unending, unbegun ; — I might shun her^ who else would rend and Poet, esteem thy noble part ! tear Still listen, still record. Me, who could not her riddle dark de- Sacred historian of the heart, clare ; — And moral nature's Lord ! This toil, the anguish of this flight, was Lord Houghton (Richard Monckton Milnes), mine, 1850. Until at last, inquiring everywhere, I won an answer from another shrine, A holier oracle, a temple more divine. TO POETRY. But when no longer without hope I mourned, When peace and joy revived in me anew, In my life's youth, while yet the deeper Even from that moment my old love re- needs turned, — Of the inmost spirit unawakened were, My former love, yet wiser and more true, Thou couldst recount of high heroic deeds, As seeing what for us thy power can do, Couldst add a glory unto earth and air, — And what thy skill can make us under- A crowning glory, making fair more fair, — stand So that my soul was pleased and satisfied. And know, — and where that skill attained Which had as yet no higher, deeper care, not to ; And said that thou shouldst evermore How far thou canst sustain us by thy hand» i i abide And what things shall in us a holier care de- j With me, and make my bliss, and be my mand — i spirit's bride. My love of thee and thine ; for earth and 1 But years went on, and thoughts which slept air. before. And every common sight of sea and plain. Over the horizon of my soul arose, — Then put new robes of glory on, and wear Thoughts which perplexed me ever more The same till now ; and things which dead and more ; had lain As though a Sphinx should meet one, and ' Revived, as flowers that smell the dew and propose rain : Enigmas hard, and which whoso not knows I was a man again of hopes and fears, To interpret, must her prey and victim be ; The fountains of my heart flowed forth And I, round whom thick darkness seemed again. to close. Whose sources had seemed dry for many Knew only this one thing, that misery years, Remained, if none could solve this riddle unto And there was given me back the sacred gift me. of tears. lO THE POET. And that old hope which never quite had perished, A longing which had stirred me from a boy, And which in darkest seasons I had cher- ished, Which nothing could quite vanquish or destroy, — This with all other things of life and joy Revived within me, and I too would seek The power, that moved my own heart, to employ On others, who perchance would hear me speak. If but the tones were true, although the voice were weak. Though now there seems one only worthy aim For poet, — that my strength were as my will ! — And which renounce he cannot without blame, — To make men feel the presence by his skill Of an eternal loveliness, until All souls are faint with longing for their home. Yet the same while are strengthened to fulfil Their work on earth, that they may surely come Unto the land of life, who here as exiles roam. And what though loftiest fancies are not mine, Nor words of chiefest power, yet unto me Some voices reach out of the inner shrine, Heard in mine heart of hearts, and I can see At times some glimpses of the majesty. Some prints and footsteps of the glory trace, Which have been left on earth, that we might be By them led forward to the secret place. Where we perchance might see that glory face to face. If in this quest, O power of sacred song. Thou canst assist, oh, never take thy flight ! If thou canst make us gladder or more strong, If thou canst fling glimpses of glorious light Upon life's deepest depth and highest height. Or pour upon its low and level plain A gleam of mellower gladness, — if this might Thou hast (and it is thine), then not in vain Are we henceforth prepared to follow in thy train. Richard Chenevix Trench, D. D., Archbishop of Dublin. MILTON'S PRAYER OF PATIENCE. The following lines, sometimes attributed to Milton, and once included in an Oxford edition as a newly found poem by him, were written by Miss Elizabeth Lloyd, a mem- ber of the Society of Friends, of Philadelphia. She after- wards became the wife and widow of Mr. Robert Howell, of the same city. I AM old and blind ! Men point at me as smitten by God's frown ; Afflicted and deserted of my kind. Yet am I not cast down. I am weak, yet strong ; I murmur not that I no longer see ; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong. Father supreme ! to thee. All-merciful One ! When men are furthest, then art thou most near ; When friends pass by, my weaknesses to shun. Thy chariot I hear. Thy glorious face Is leaning toward me ; and its holy light Shines in upon my lonely dwelling-place, — And there is no more night. On my bended knee I recognize thy purpose clearly shown : My vision thou hast dimmed, that I may see Thyself, — thyself alone. I have naught to fear ; This darkness is the shadow of thy wing ; Beneath it I am almost sacred ; here Can come no evil thing. Oh, I seem to stand Trembling, where foot of mortal ne'er hath been. Wrapped in that radiance from the sinless land. Which eye hath never seen ! Visions come and go : Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng ; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. THE LIBRARY. 1 1 It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture, — waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit, — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine : Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine. Elizabeth Lloyd Howell. THE LIBRARY. Thou, whom the world with heartless inter- course Hath wearied, and thy spirit's hoarded gold Coldly impoverished, and with husks repaid, Turn hither. 'T is a quiet resting-place, Silent, yet peopled well. Here mayst thou hold Communion eloquent, and undismayed. Even with the greatest of the ancient earth. Sages, and sires of science. These shall gird And sublimate thy soul, until it soar Above the elements, and view with scorn The thraldom of an hour. Doth thy heart bleed, And is there none to heal, — no comforter ? Turn to the mighty dead. They shall unlock Full springs of sympathy, and with cool hand Compress thy fevered brow. The poet's sigh From buried ages on thine ear shall steal, Like that sweet harp which soothed the mood of Saul. The cloistered hero and the throneless king In stately sadness shall admonish thee How hope hath dealt with man. A map of woe The martyr shall unfold, till in his pangs Pity doth merge all memory of thine own. Perchance unceasing care or thankless toil Doth vex thy spirit, and sharp thorns press deep Into the naked nerve. Still, hither come. And close thy door upon the clamoring crowd. Though for a moment. Grave and glorious shades Rise up and gather round thee. Plato's brow Doth blend rebuke with its benignity. That trifles thus should move thee ; Seneca Spreads to thy mind his richly reasoning page, While Socrates a cordial, half divine. Pours o'er thy drooping spirit. But hath Heaven Unveiled thy nature's deep infirmity. And shown the spots that darken all we call Perfection here ? All lore of lettered pride. Philosophy, and science then are vain : They yield no help. Haste to the book of God! Yea, come to Jesus, — author of our faith, And finisher ! — doubt not his word shall be A tree of life to feed thy fainting soul. Till thou arise where knowledge hath no bound. And dwell a tireless student of the skies. Mrs Lydia Huntley Sigourney. SEMITA JUSTORUM. THE WAY OF THE JUST. When I look back upon my former race, Seasons I see at which the Inward Ray More brightly burned, or guided some new- way; Truth, in its wealthier scene and nobler space. Given for my eye to range, and feet to trace. And next, I mark, 't was trial did convey. Or grief, or pain, or strange eventful day. To my tormented soul such larger grace. So now, whene'er, in journeying on, I feel The shadow of the Providential Hand, Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast, Searching to know what he will now reveal. What sin uncloak, what stricter rule command. And girding me to work his full behest. John Henry Newman. 1833. TO CYRIAC SKINNER. Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year. Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. W^hat supports me, dost thou ask ? 12 THE POET. The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide. John Milton, A CHRISTIAN POETESS. ADELAIDE PROCTER. She stooped o'er earth's poor brink, light as a breeze That bathes, enraptured, in clear morning seas. And round her, like that wandering minstrel, sent Twofold delight, — music with freshness blent : Erelong in night her snowy wings she furled. Waiting the sunrise of a happier world, And God's new song. O spirit crystalline. What lips shall better w^aft it on than thine ? Aubrey de Vere. THE CHRISTIAN POET'S GRAVE. The following lines, on the grave, at Nice, of the poet Lyte, author of '' Abide with Me ! " are from a newly pub- lished volume of poems by Mary E. Shipley. There is a spot by the deep blue sea, 'Neath the golden southern skies. Where, at rest after life's long restlessness, A Christian poet lies ; And the ripple of many a tiny wave Makes a ceaseless music near the grave. Twine, twine, ye roses above his head ! Sing his requiem soft, thou sea ! It is sacred ground, where he sleeps in Christ, Who gave us " Abide with Me ! " And the plaintive -strain of that sad sweet hymn Sounds low in my heart as I muse on Him. For the thought that comes, as I stand and gaze By this Christian poet's grave, Is the thought of a love that changeth not — Of a power supreme to save, Of a godly life, and a death all peace. And the joys of heaven which shall not cease. The world may give in its pomp and pride A tablet of marble cold. And keep in memory holy lives By letters cut deep in gold ; But the murmuring soft of the tideless sea. And the flowers twining the i^rave, for me ! COWPER'S GRAVE. It is a place where poets crowned may feel the heart's decaying. It is a place where happy saints may weep amid their praying : Yet let the grief and humbleness as low as silence languish ! Earth surely now may give her calm to whom she gave her anguish. O poets ! from a maniac's tongue was poured the deathless singing ! O Christians ! at your cross of hope, a hope- less hand was clingino: ! O men ! this man in brotherhood your weary paths beguiling. Groaned inly while he taught you peace, and died while ye were smiling ! And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story. How discord on the music fell, and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted ; He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation, And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration ; Nor ever shall he be, in praise, by wise or good forsaken ; Named softly as the household name of one whom God hath taken. With quiet sadness and no gloom I learn to think upon him, With meekness that is gratefulness to God whose heaven hath won him, — Who suffered once the madness-cloud to His own love to blind him ; But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him ; And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmo- nious influences ! The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number ; And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber. THE CHERUBIC PILGRIM. Wild timid hares were drawn from woods to share his home-caresses, Uplooking to his human eyes with sylvan tendernesses : The very world, by God's constraint, from falsehood's ways removing, Its women and its men became, beside him, true and loving. But though in blindness he remained uncon- scious of that guiding, And things provided came without the sweet sense of providing, He testified this solemn truth, while frenzy desolated, — Nor man nor nature satisfy whom only God created ! Like a sick child that knoweth not his mother while she blesses And drops upon his burning brow the coolness of her kisses ; That turns his fevered eyes around — " My mother ! where 's my mother ? " — As if such tender words and deeds could come from any other ! — The fever gone, with leaps of heart he sees her bending o'er him ; Her face all pale from watchful love, the un- weary love she bore him ! — Thus woke the poet from the dream his life's long fever gave him, Beneath those deep pathetic Eyes, which closed in death to save him ! Thus ? oh, not thus I no type of earth can image that awaking. Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of ser- aphs, round him breaking, Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted ; But felt those eyes alone, and knew " Afy Saviour ! not deserted ! " Deserted ! who hath dreamt that when the cross in darkness rested Upon the Victim's hidden face, no love was manifested ? What frantic hands outstretched have e'er the atoning drops averted. What tears have washed them from the soul, that one should be deserted ? Deserted ! God could separate from his own essence rather : And Adam's sins have swept between the righteous Son and Father ; Yea, once, Immanuel's orphaned cry his uni- verse hath shaken — It went up single, echoless, " My God, I am forsaken ! " It went up from the Holy's lips amid his lost creation, That, of the lost, no son should use those words of desolation ; That earth's worst frenzies, marring hope, should mar not hope's fruition. And I, on Cowper's grave, should see his rap- ture in a vision ! Elizabeth Barrett Browning. FROM "THE CHERUBIC PILGRIM." Johannes Scheffler, the Mystic poet, was bom at Bres- lau, in Silesia, in 1624, and died there in the Jesuit Convent of St. Matthew in 1677. At first a Lutheran, he became a Roman Catholic. His thoughts are expressed in concise and transparent forms. The Dew and the Rose. God's Spirit falls on me as dew drops on a rose. If I but like a rose to him my heart unclose. The Tabernacle. The soul wherein God dwells — what church can holier be ? — Becomes a walking tent of heavenly majesty. The Holy Night. Lo ! in the silent night a child to God is born, And all is brought again that e'er was lost or lorn. Could but thy soul, O man, become a silent night, God would be bom in thee and set all things aright. The Difference. Ye know God but as Lord, hence Lord his name with ye, I feel him but as love, and Love his name with me. How far from here to Heaven ? How far from here to heaven ? Not ver}- far, my friend, A single hearty step will all thy journey end. Christ must be born in Thee. Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be bom, If he 's not bom in thee, thy soul is still for- lorn. H THE POET. The Outward profiteth not. The cross on Golgotha will never save thy soul, The cross in thine own heart alone can make thee whole. Rise, Thyself, from the Dead I Christ rose not from the dead, Christ still is in the grave, If thou for whom he died, art still of sin the slave. Heaven within Thee. Hold there ! where runnest thou ? Know heaven is in thee. Seek'st thou for God elsewhere, his face thou 'It never see. The 07ily Want 'j in Thee. Ah, would thy heart but be a manger for the birth, God would once more become a child upon this earth. The Heart encloses God. Immeasurable is the Highest, — who but knows it .'' And yet a human heart can perfectly enclose it. The Loveliest Tone. In all eternity, no tone can be so sweet As where man's heart with God in unison doth beat. Lovers 7 'ranstibstantiation. Whate'er thou lovest, man, that, too, become thou must : God — if thou lovest God; dust — if thou lovest dust. The Rich Poor. The old man swims in gold, yet talks of pov- erty. He speaks but what is true, — no poorer wretch than he. There lives no Sinner. There lives no sinner. " How ? Is not this man a sinner } " A sinner he may be, but he lives not, as sinner. Without a Why. The rose knows of no why. It blows because it bloweth. And careless of itself, to all its beauties show- eth. The Noblest is the Commonest. The nobler is a thing, the commoner it will be. The sun, the heavens, and God, what com- moner than these three .'* The Shortest Way to God. To bring thee to thy God, love takes the shortest route ; « The way which knowledge leads is but a roundabout. // is here. Why travel over seas to find what is so near ? Love is the only good ; love and be blessed here. Neither without the Other. It must be done by both ; God never without me, I never without God, myself from death can free. Life in Death. In God alone is life, without God is but death. An endless godless life were but a life in death. Faith without Love. Faith without love aye makes the greatest roar and din : The cask sounds loudest then when there is naught within. No Law for Love. The lover needs no law : he 'd love God quite as well Were there no heaven's reward, no punishment of hell. The Valley and the Rain. Let but thy heart, O man! become a valley low. And God will rain on it till it will overflow. How can we see God ? God dwelleth in a light far out of human ken. Become thyself that light, and thou wilt see him then. True Philanthropy. I love, but love not men. Ye ask, " What lovest then ? " It is Humanity alone I love in men. ^ To the Reader. Let, Reader, this suffice. But shouldst thou wish for more, Then read in thine own heart a page of mys- tic lore. Johannes Scheffler (Angelus Silesius). 1650. Translated by E. Vitalis Scherb. THE DYING POET'S HOPE. 15 AROUSE THEE, SOUL! The North British Review of November, 1851, said that Robert Nicoll was the pupil and successor of Burns, and, though a lesser poet, was a greater man, for he kept his pur- ity of heart and wholeness of head to the last. After his death, Ebenezer Elliott, the " Corn-Law Rhymer," said that Burns at the same age had done "'nothing like him." The same writer said also, " Unstained and pure, at the age of twenty-three, died Scotland's second Bums ; happy in this, that without having been a ' blasphemer, a persecutor, and injurious,' he chose, like Paul, the right path ; and when the terrible angel said to his youth, ' Where is the -wise ? where is the scribe ? where is the dUputer ? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world ? ' — he could and did answer, ' By the grace of God I am ■what I am. "... Robert Nicoll is another victim added to the hundreds of thousands who ' are not dead, but gone before,' to bear true witness against the merciless." Nicoll was born January 7, 1814, of God-fearing parents, in Auchtergaven, Perthshire. He attended the parish school at the age of six, and paid the fee for his winter tui- tion by " herding " in summer. He was a voracious reader, and an early admirer of the Waverley Novels. At the age of thirteen he began to put his thoughts into verse, and he had always a definite purpose, namely, to "raise the many." In 1835 he was enabled to open a circulating li- brary in Dundee, but was not successful in the enterprise He wrote much for the press, and in 1836 became editor of the Leeds Times, at a salary of one hundred pounds a year. The circulation of the journal rapidly increased. He, how- ever, tasked his strength too severely, and died from the effects of his public labors in 1837. He was a friend of William and Mary Howitt, and of other persons capable of appreciating genius. Arouse thee, Soul ! God made not thee to sleep Thy hour of earth, in doing nought, away ; He gave thee power to keep. Oh, use it for his glory while you may ! Arouse thee, Soul ! Arouse thee, Soul! Oh, there is much to do For thee, if thou wouldst work for humankind ! The misty future through A greatness looms, — 'tis mind, awakened mind ! Arouse thee, Soul ! Arouse thee, Soul ! Shake off thy sluggishness. As shakes the lark the dew-drop from its wing; Make but one error less, — One truth, thine oifering to mind's altar, bring ! Arouse thee, Soul ! Arouse thee. Soul ! Be what thou surely art, An emanation from the Deity, — A flutter of that heart Which fills all nature, sea and earth and sky ! Arouse thee. Soul ! Arouse thee. Soul ! And let the body do Some worthy deed for human happiness To join, when life is through, Unto thy name, that angels both may bless \ Arouse thee. Soul ! Arouse thee. Soul ! Leave nothings of the earth ; — And, if the body be not strong to dare, To blessed thoughts give birth, High as yon heaven, pure as heaven's air ! Arouse thee, Soul ! Arouse thee, Soul ! Or sleep forevermore, And be what all nonentities have been, — Crawl on till life is o'er : If to be aught but this thou e'er dost mean. Arouse thee. Soul ! Robert Nicoll- THE DYING POET'S HOPE. It is well known that the messenger who brought the intelligence that the laureate crown had been decreed to Tasso found him dying in a convent. Cold on Torquato's silence fell The shadow of the tomb, When sounds of triumph reached his cell. Amid the cloister's gloom : " Awake ! the crown awaits thee now ; Come, bind the laurel to thy brow. " Haste where the peerless capitol Two thousand years hath shone ; Arise ! for Rome and glory call Thee to their ancient throne ; And they had but one name of old, — Be thine with Petrarch's fame enrolled ! " " Vain voice I thou comest," said the bard, " When hope itself is o'er ; But now my spirit's depths are stirred By dreams of earth no more. For who would deem the mirage true, With living waters in his view ? " Yet I have loved the praise of men As none wiU e'er avow ; How prized had been thy tidings then ! How worthless are they now I Sore was the travail, and the gain Is found indeed, — but found in vain ! " Why came it not when o'er my life A cloud of darkness hung? And years were lost in fruitless strife, But still my heart was young ! How hath the shower forgot the spring, And fallen in autumn's withering ! i6 THE POET. " Long in mine eyes the golden sand Of life shone false and fair ; Like him who saw the promised land, But might not enter there. The dimness of my soul hath past, I see a better land at last, — " A land where blight hath never been. Where laurels never fade, But keep the heart, too, ever green In their immortal shade; Unlike the proudest palms of earth, Which shadow but the desert's dearth. ** Yet still it lives — my first, last dream — Unchanged by time or fate ; Woe for the blight that early came, The dew that fell so late ! Woe for the hope whose joy departs, — For the lost love of many hearts ! " But to the power of hope and faith Eternity is given: And all that love hath lost on earth May yet be found in heaven ! Go, cast your dying laurels down, For Tasso wins a brighter crown ! " Frances Brown. THE ASPIRATION. John Norris, a Mystic philosopher of the school of Henry More, was born in 1657, and died in 1711. He was rector of Bemerton (once the living of Herbert, the prince of Parsons). His most popular volume is a collection of miscellanies, poems, essays, etc., issued in 1687. How long, great God, how long must I Immured in this dark prison lie : — My soul must watch to have intelligence Here at the grates and avenues of sense. Where but faint gleams of thee salute my sight, Like doubtful moonshine in a cloudy night ? When shall I leave this magic sphere. And be all mind, all eye, all ear ? How cold this clime ! And yet my sense Perceives even here thy influence. Even here thy strong magnetic charms I feel. And pant and tremble like the amorous steel. To lower good, and beauties less divine. Sometimes my erroneous needle does decline, But yet, so strong the sympathy. It turns, and points again to thee. I long to see this excellence Which at such distance strikes my sense. My impatient soul struggles to disengage Her wings from the confinement of her cage. Wouldst thou, great Love, this prisoner once set free. How w^ould she hasten to be linked to thee ! She 'd for no angels' conduct stay. But fly, and love on all the way. John Norris. THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL. Up and away like the dew of the morning. That soars from the earth to its home in the sun. So let me steal away, gently and lovingly. Only remembered by what I have done. My name and my place and my tomb all for- gotten. The brief race of time well and patiently run. So let me pass away, peacefully, silently, Only remembered by what I have done. Gladly away from this toil would I hasten, Up to the crown that for me has been won, Unthought of by man in rewards or in praises. Only remembered by what I have done. Up and away, like the odors of sunset. That sweeten the twilight as evening comes on ; So be my life, — a thing felt but not noticed, And I but remembered by what I have done. Yes, like the fragrance that wanders in freshness When the flowers that it came from are closed up and gone. So would I be to this world's weary dwellers Only remembered by what I have done. I need not be missed, if my life has been bearing (As its summer and autumn move silently on) The bloom, and the fruit, and the seed of its season ; I shall still be remembered by what I have done. Needs there the praise of love-written record, The name, and the epitaph graved on the stone ? The things we have lived for, — let them be our story ; We ourselves but remembered by what we have done. I need not be missed if another succeed me. To reap down the fields which in spring I have sown ; He who ploughed and sowed is not missed by the reaper. He is only remembered by what he has done. ASPIRATION. 17 Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken, Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown, Shall pass on to ages, — all about me forgotten, Save the truth I have spoken, the things I have done. So let my living be, — so be my dying ; So let my name lie, unblazoned, unknown, Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be re- membered, — Yes, but remembered by what I have done. Horatio Bonar. OH, MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR IN- VISIBLE. Marian Evans Cross, the well-known author, " George Eliot," was born in Warwickshire, England, about 1820. She was in early life adopted by a wealthy clergyman. Her education was carefully attended to, and she was a pupil of Herbert Spencer. She is well informed in literature, lan- guages, music, art, metaphysics, and in other subjects that have sometimes not been considered studies of women. Her writings are among the most widely read of the century. She married, in 1880, John Walter Cross, of London. Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence ; live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn Of miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's minds To vaster issues. So to live is heaven: To make undying music in the world. Breathing a beauteous order, that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, failed, and agonized With widening retrospect that bred despair. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child. Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved : Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies. Die in the large and charitable air. And all our rarer, better, truer self. That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the burden of the world. Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better, — saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary. And shaped it forth before the multitude, Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mixed with love, — That better self shall live till hurrian Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb, Unread forever. This is life to come. Which martyred men have made more glorious For us, who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, — be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure^love. Beget the smiles that have no cruelty. Be the sweet presence of a good diflTused, And in diffusion ever more intense ! So shall I join the choir invisible, Whose music is the gladness of the world. Marian Evans Cross. ADEQUACY. Now by the verdure on thy thousand hills, Beloved England, — doth the earth appear Quite good enough for men to overbear The will of God in, with rebellious wills ! We cannot say the morning sun fulfils Ingloriously its course ; nor that the clear Strong stars without significance insphere Our habitation. We, meantime, our ills Heap up against this good ; and lift a cry Against this work-day world, this ill-spread feast, A^s if ourselves were better certainly Than what we come to. Maker and High Priest, I ask thee not my joys to multiply, — Only make me worthier of the least. Elizabeth Barrett Browning. OVER THE RIVER. Nancy Amelia Woodbury Priest Wakefield, daugh- ter of Francis D. Priest and Hannah Woodbury, was born at Royalston, Vt., Dec 7, i8}6. The family removed to Winchendon, Mass., which was thereafter considered the family home, though there were several removals to and from Hinsdale, N. H. At about the age of nineteen, wlien she was an operative in a factory at Hinsdale, Miss Priest wrote the following well known lines. At the age of twenty-two she returned to Winchendon, and seven years later, in 1865, married Lieutenant A. C. Wakefield, an officer in a Vermont regiment during the war. She died September 20, 1870. Over the river they beckon to me, — Loved ones who 've crossed to the farther side ; The gleam of their snowy robes I see. i8 THE POET. But their voices are drowned in the rushing tide. There 's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue ; He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold. And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there ; The gates of the city we could not see ; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me ! Over the^iver, the boatman pale Carried another, — the household pet ; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale — Darling Minnie ! I see her yet. She crossed on her bosom her dimpled hands, And fearlessly entered the phantom bark ; We watched it ghde from the silver sands. And all our sunshine grew strangely dark. We know she is safe on the farther side. Where all the ransomed and angels be ; Over the river, the mystic river, My childhood's idol is waiting for me. For none return from those quiet shores, Who cross with the boatman cold and pale ; We hear the dip of the golden oars, And catch a gleam of the snowy sail, — And lo ! they have passed from our yearning heart ; They cross the stream, and are gone for aye; We may not sunder the veil apart. That hides from our vision the gates oi day. We only know that their barks no more May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea ; Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore. They watch, and beckon, and wait for me. And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold Is flushing river, and hill, and shore, I shall one day stand by the water cold, And list for the sound of the boatman's oar ; I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail; I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand; I shall pass from sight, with the boatman pale, To the better shore of the spirit land ; I shall know the loved who have gone be- fore, — And joyfully sweet will the meeting be, When over the river, the peaceful river. The Angel of Death shall carry me. Nancv a. W. p. Wakefielo. BY THE SHORE OF THE RIVER. Chkistopher Pearse Cranch, a son of the distinguished Chief Justice of the United States Circuit Court, William Cranch, LL D., was born at Alexandria, Va., March 8, 1813, and after graduation at Columbian College, Washing- ton, studied divinity, but eventually became a poet and an artist. He lives in Cambridge, Mass., and is a frequent con- tributor to the best current periodicals. Through the gray willows the bleak winds are raving Here on the shore with its driftwood and sands. Over the river the lilies are waving. Bathed in the sunshine of Orient lands. Over the river, the wide, dark river. Spring-time and summer are blooming forever. Here all alone on the rocks I am sitting, Sitting and waiting, — my comrades all gone, — Shadows of mystery drearily flitting Over the surf with its sorrowful moan, — Over the river, the strange, cold river. Ah, must I wait for the boatman forever ? Wife and children and friends were around me ; Labor and rest were as wings to my soul ; Honor and love were the laurels that crowned me ; Little I recked how the dark waters roll. But the deep river, the gray misty river, All that I lived for has taken forever. Silently came a black boat o'er the billows ; Stealthily grated the keel on the sand; Rustling footsteps were heard through the willows ; There the dark boatman stood waving his hand. Whispering, " I come, — from the shad- owy river ; She who is dearest must leave thee for- ever ! " Suns that were brightest and skies that were bluest Darkened and paled in the message he bore. Year after year went the fondest, the truest, Following that beckoning hand to the shore. Down to the river, the cold, grim river. Over whose waters they vanished forever. Yet not in visions of grief have I wandered ; Still have I toiled, though my ardors have flown. Labor is manhood ; and life is but squandered ANTICIPATION. 19 Dreaming vague dreams of the future alone. Yet from the tides of the mystical river Voices of spirits are whispering ever. Lonely and old, in the dusk I am waiting, Till the dark boatman with soft muffled oar Glides o'er the waves, and I hear the keel grating, — See the dim beckoning hand on the shore, Wafting me over the welcoming river To gardens and homes that are shining forever i Christopher Pearse Cranch. THE LAST HOUR. If I were told that I must die to-morrow. That the next sun Which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow For any one, All the fight fought, all the short journey through. What should I do ? I do not think that I should shrink or falter. But just go on. Doing my work, nor change, nor seek to alter Aught that is gone ; But rise and move, and love andsmile and pray For one more day. And lying down at night for a last sleeping, Say in that ear Which hearkens ever : " Lord, within thy keeping, How should I fear ? And when to-morrow brings thee nearer still, Do thou thy will." I might not sleep for awe ; but peaceful, tender, My soul would lie All the night long ; and when the morning splendor Flushed o'er the sky, 1 think that I could smile, — could calmly say, " It is his day." But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder Held out a scroll. On which my life was writ, and I with wonder Beheld unroll To a long century's end its mystic clew, What should I do .? What could I do, O blessed Guide and Master, Other than this : Still to go on as now, not slower, faster. Nor fear to miss The road, although so very long it be, While led by thee 1 Step after step, feeling thee close beside me, Although unseen, Through thorns, through flowers, whether the tempest hide thee, Or heavens serene, Assured thy faithfulness cannot betray, Thy love decay. I may not know, my God, no hand revealeth Thy counsels wise ; Along the path a deepening shadow stealeth. No voice replies To all my questioning thought, the time to tell. And it is well. Let me keep on, abiding and unfearing Thy will always, Through a long century's ripening fruition. Or a short day's ; Thou canst not come too soon; and I can wait. If thou come late. 1872. Susan Coolidge. THE PILLAR AND THE CLOUD. This hymn was written twelve years before the author became a Roman Catholic, when he was on a voyage on the Mediterranean. He had just been overtaken by illness, and his soul v\'as passing through remarkable experiences whilst he watched with deep interest the religious move- ments going on in England Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom. Lead thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home ; Lead thou me on ; Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene ; one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead thou me on I I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years I So long thy power has blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel-faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ! John Henry Newman. At Sea, June i6, 1833. 20 THE POET. PER PACEM AD LUCEM. I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load ; 1 do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet ; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, 1 plead, Lead me aright — Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed — Through Peace to Light. I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst shed Full radiance here ; Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear. I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel thy hand And follow thee. Joy is like restless day ; but p>eace divine Like quiet night : Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine, Through Peace to Light Adelaide Anne Procter. LAST WITH THEE. Let me be last with thee, with thee, my God, When the night shrouds me with its sombre wing ; Whatever devious paths my feet have trod, This day, aside from thee, my soul's sweet spring, — Back from my broken cisterns, back to thee, — While the deep night-glooms gather, I would flee! Let me be last in suppliance at thy feet, Whatever pleas my heart has urged to-day For other joys, since these are no more sweet. If their access has thrust my God away. O vain delights ! O swift dissolving charms ! Withhold me not from his encircling arms ! Let me be last in tears before the cross, What grief soe'er has wrung my heart till now ; For sorrow's sharp refinement is but dross, If the hot fires with earth-bom passions glow : To thy dear, bleeding feet, O Christ, I pray, Draw down my tenderest tears at close of day ! Let me be last in love with thee, dear Lord, Though my fond heart to idols this day leaned ; 'Twas my weak sense that less than thee adored, And sought a harvest where I should have gleaned: The sheaves I got were tears instead of grain, — And, empty, turns my heart to thee again I Let me be last in all, with thee, my God, — Last words, last hopes, last longings of the day; Sweet be my sleep, beside thy staff and rod, And sure my rest, though dangers choke the way. And, last with thee, safe folded through the night. With thee I shall be first at morning light ! William C Richards. "LIFE HAS NO CHARM FOR ME." Has life no charm for thee ? Are there no visions of the joyous past. Like holy spells around thy pathway cast ? Canst thou no blessings see To cheer thee in thy loneliness of heart. And to thy soul their gracious aid impart ? Oh ! art thou all unblest ? Come there no glorious hopes thy heart to cheer? Is there no hand to wipe the starting tear? No thought of that calm rest, Which the meek child of God alone may share. Where comes no withering grief, no anxious care ? Where is the souPs deep love. Resting on God in pure, unchanging trust ? Where is that faith which, from the earth and dust, Can point the eye above. To purer, nobler mansions in the sky. Where its freed energies can never die ? Oh ! let thy soul rejoice ; Life has a charm, though dark to thee it seem. What though may blighted be thy heart's bright dream. There is a gentle voice, Bidding thy heart, amid this deep despair. On God repose the burden of its care. THE POET'S LONGING. 21 And death shall bring no gloom : It is the pathway which thy soul must tread, As to thy Father's mansions thou art led. Beyond the silent tomb, When to that heaven thy spirit wings its flight, rhy God shall be thine everlasting hght. Maky Whitwell Halb. I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. This beautiful lyric was written in 1824, and, in an abridged and somewhat altered form, commencing, *' I would not live alway, I ask not to stay" (verse 2), it was adopted, without the agency of the author, by a Commission of the Protestant Episcopal Church to prepare an Appendix of Hymns to the Book, of Common Prayer. From this it passed into many collections, and has justly become one of the most popular hymns in all American churclies. We give it here as finally revised by the author in 1859, although the abridged form of the Book of Common Prayer will probably always retain its hold upon the Christian public. It was not written on an occasion of private grief. I WOULD not live alway — live alway below ! Oh no, I '11 not linger when bidden to go : The days of our pilgrimage granted us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer : Would I shrink from the path which the prophets of God, Apostles, and martyrs, so joyfully trod ? Like a spirit unblest, o'er the earth would I roam. While brethren and friends are all hastening home ."* I would not live alway — I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; Where seeking for rest we but hover around, Like the patriarch's bird, and no resting is found ; Where Hope, when she paints her gay bow in the air, Leaves its brilliance to fade in the night of despair. And Joy's fleeting angel ne'er sheds a glad ray. Save the gleam of the plumage that bears him away. I would not live alway — thus fettered by sin. Temptation without and corruption within; In a moment of strength if I sever the chain. Scarce the victory is mine, ere I 'm captive again ; E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears. And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears : The festival trump calls for jubilant songs, But my spirit her own miserere prolongs. I would not live alway — no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath Iain there, I dread not its gloom ; Where he deigned to sleep, I '11 too bow m\ head. All peaceful to slumber on that hallowed bed. Then the glorious daybreak, to follow that night, The orient gleam of the angels of light. With their clarion call for the sleepers to rise And chant forth their matins, away to the skies. Who, who would live alway — away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains. And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet. Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet. While the songs of salvation exultingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul '*. That heavenly music ! what is it I hear ? The notes of the harpers ring sweet in mine ear! And see, soft unfolding those portals of gold. The King all arrayed in his beauty behold ! Oh give me, oh give me the wings of a dove. To adore him, be near him, enrapt with his love ; I but wait for the summons, I list for the word — Alleluia — Amen — evermore with the Lord. William Augiistus Muhlenberg .859. GO FORTH, MY HEART! ** Geh' aus, mein Herz, und suche Freud'." Go forth, my heart, and seek for praise. On these delightsome summer days, In what thy God bestows ! How rich the garden's beauties be, How lavishly for me and thee It doth its charms disclose ! The forest stands in leafy pride. The earth is veiled on every side With garb of freshest green ; The tulip and narcissus here More wondrous in their pomp appear Than Solomon was seen. The lark floats high before the breeze, The dove toward the forest-trees From covert speeds along ; The song-enriched nightingale, In ecstasy, fills hill and dale And mount and plain with song. The hen her tiny flock enfolds, "^ The stork his dwelling builds and holds, The swallow feeds her brood ; The lightsome stag, the bounding roe. Skipping from upland refuge, go To depths of grassy food. The brawling brook adown the plain Lines its fair margin fresh again With myrtle-shadows deep ; The meadows green relieve the eye. And echo with the gladsome cry Of shepherds and their sheep. The never- wearj' tribe of bees Now here, now there, in blossoming trees Find booty far and near ; The sturdy juices of the vine For sweetness and for strength combine The pilgrim's toil to cheer. The wheat lifts rank its ears of gold To fill with joy both young and old. Who learn the name to praise Of him who doth incessant pour From heavenly love a matchless store Upon our sinful race. And shall I, can I, dumb remain ? No, every p>ower shall sing again To God, who loves us best. Come, let me sing ! All nature sings. And all within me tribute brings Streaming from out my breast. Methinks, if here thou art so fair. And sufferest a love so rare To poor earth's sons be given. What gladness shall hereafter rise In rich pavilion of the skies, And golden tower of heaven I What lofty pleasure, glory bright, In Jesus' garden shall delight I How shall the chorus ring. When thousand thousand seraphim With one consenting voice and hymn Their Alleluia sing I Oh, were I there ! Oh that, thine own, I stood, dear God, before thy throne. Bearing the victor's palm ! There would I like the angel-choir Still sound thy worthy praises higher. With many a glorious psalm. But while I bear life's burden still, With cheerful mind and voice I will No longer hide thy grace. My heart shall ever more and more Thy goodness and thy love adore Here and in every place. Help now, and on my spirit pour Thy heavenly blessing evermore. That, like a flower, to thee I may, through summer of thy grace. In my soul's garden all my days The holy fruitage bear. Choose me to bloom in Paradise, And, till in death I close my eyes, Let soul and body thrive ; Being to thee and to thy praise. To thee alone, my life-long days, In earth and heaven, alive. Paul Gerhardt, 1651. Translated from the German by James Waddell Alexander, D.D., 1849. FROM THE RECESSES. From the recesses of a lowly spirit My humble prayer ascends : O Father ! hear it. Upsoaring on the wings of fear and meekness, Forgive its weakness. I know, I feel, how mean and how unworthy The trembling sacrifice I pour before thee ; What can I oifer in thy presence holy. But sin and folly ? For in thy sight, who every bosom viewest. Cold are our warmest vows, and vain ourtruest ; Thoughts of a hurrying hour, our lips repeat them. Our hearts forget them. We see thy hand, — it leads us, it supports us ; We hear thy voice, — it counsels and it courts us ; And then we turn away, — and still thy kindness Forgives our blindness. And still thy rain descends, thy sun is glowing. Fruits ripen round, flowers are beneath us blowing. And, as if man were some deserving creature, Joy covers nature. Oh, how long-suffering. Lord I but thou de- lightest To win with love the wandering ; thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. DECLINING DAYS. 23 Who can resist thy gentle call, appealing To every generous thought and grateful feel- ing» — That voice paternal, whispering, watching ever, — My bosom ? — never. Father and Saviour ! plant within this bosom The seeds of holiness ; and bid them blossom In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, And spring eternal ! Then place them in those everlasting gardens. Where angels walk, and seraphs are the war- den's ; Where every flower that climbs through death's dark portal Becomes immortal. Sir John Bowring. THE PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT. Hark ! hark ! my soul ! Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave- beat shore ; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more ! Darker than night life's shadows fall around us. And, like benighted men, we miss our mark ; God hides himself, and grace hath scarcely found us. Ere death finds out his victims in the dark ! Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, '• Come, weary souls ! for Jesus bids you come ! " And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea. And laden souls, by thousands meekly steal- ing, Kind Shepherd ! turn their weary steps to I thee. Rest comes at length ; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn and darksome night be past; All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Cheer up, my soul ! faith's moonbeams softly glisten Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea ; And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen To those brave songs which angels mean for thee. Angels ! sing on, your faithful watches keep- ing ; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above: While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weepmg, life's love. Till life's long night shall break in endless 1840V Frederick William Faber. DECLINING DAYS. Why do I sigh to find Life's evening shadows gathering round my way? The keen eye dimming, and the buoyant mind Unhinging day by day? Is it the natural dread Of that stern lot, which all who live must see ? The worm, the clay, the dark and narrow bed, — Have these such awe for me ? Can I not summon pride To fold my decent mantle round my breast. And lay me down, at nature's eventide. Calm to my dreamless rest ? As nears my soul the verge Of this dim continent of woe and crime, Shrinks she to hear eternity's long surge Break on the shores of time ? Asks she how she shall fare When conscience stands before the Judge's throne, And gives her record in, and all shall there Know as they all are known ? A solemn scene and time, — And well may nature quail to feel them near, — But grace in feeble breasts can work sublime. And faith o'ermaster fear. Hark ! from that throne comes down A voice which strength to sinking souls can give : That voice all judgment's thunders cannot drown ; " Believe," it cries, " and live ! " Weak, sinful as I am, That still small voice forbids me to despond ; Faith clings for refuge to the bleeding Lamb, Nor dreads the gloom beyond. 'T is not then earth's delights From which my spirit feels so loath to part ; Nor the dim future's solemn sounds or sights That press so on my heart. No ! 'tis the thought that I — My lamp so low, my sun so nearly set, Have lived so useless, so unmissed should die: 'T is this I now regret. I would not be the wave That swells and ripples up to yonder shore ; That drives impulsive on, the wild wind's slave. And breaks, and is no more ! I would not be the breeze, That murmurs by me in its viewless play, Bends the light grass, and flutters in the trees, And sighs and flits away. No ! not like wave or wind Be my career across the earthly scene ; To come and go, and leave no trace behind To say that I have been. I want not vulgar fame, — I seek not to survive in brass or stone ; Hearts may not kindle when they hear my name, Nor tears my value own. But might I leave behind Some blessing for my fellows, some fair trust To guide, to cheer, to elevate my kind When I was in the dust ! Within my narrow bed Might I not wholly mute or useless be ; But hope that they, who trampled o'er my head, Drew still some good from me ! Might my poor lyre but give Some simple strain, some spirit-moving lay ; Some sparklet of the soul, that still might live When I was passed to clay ! Might verse of mine inspire One virtuous aim, one high resolve impart ; Light in one drooping soul a hallowed fire, Or bind one broken heart ! Death would be sweeter then. More calm my slumber 'neath the silent sod ; Might I thus live to bless my fellow-men, Or glorify my God ! Why do we ever lose, As judgment ripens, our diviner powers ? Why do we only learn our gifts to use When they no more are ours ? O thou ! whose touch can lend Life to the dead, thy quickening grace sup- And grant me, swanlike, my last breath to spend In song that may not die ! Henry Francis Lyte. 1847. • AM I NEARER HEAVEN TO- NIGHT? Henry Dobbs Holt was born in New York City, Feb. 20, 1814, and graduated from the Medical Department of the University of the City of New York in 1847. -Dr. Holt was engaged in editorial labors at different times from 1835 to 1864, and in the practice of his profession. He is the author of a volume of verses printed for private circu- lation in 1874. Sinks the sun and fades the light, Evening darkens into night, Deeper shadows gather fast, And another day is past. And another record made Nevermore to change or fade Till the Book shall be unsealed. When the judgment is revealed. Ere I give myself to rest Let me make this solemn quest : Have the hours that winged their flight Since the dawning of the day, Sped me on my homeward way, — Am I nearer heaven to-night ? Have I since the opening morn Faithfully my burden borne ? Has my strength on God been stayed ? Have I watched and have I prayed, Seeking with a steadfast heart Zealously the better part ? Have I run the Christian race With a swift and tireless pace ? Have I conquered in the strife Which besets my hourly life ? Have I kept my armor bright, — Am I nearer heaven to-night ? Has my vision clearer grown Of the things to faith made known, N EARING THE REST. 25 And the heavenly and the true Shone the world's illusions through ? Have I sought my thoughts to raise, Redolent of grateful praise, As I constantly have found Every hour with mercies crowned, And his kindness all-abounding Evermore my path surrounding ? Have I loved with love unfeigned ? In my heart has Jesus reigned ? Spite of every adverse chance Have I made a day's advance, Gained some new celestial height, — Am I nearer heaven to-night ? Have I learned to feel how near Draws that day of hope and fear When, the book of doom unsealed. Every thought shall be revealed. And the Judge upon his throne Shall my destiny make known ? Tell me, oh, my anxious soul, When that record shall unroll, Shall I with the ransomed stand Worshipping at God's right hand ? Shall I see the perfect light In the land that knows no night ? Henry Dobbs Holt. Jersey City, June, 1877. NEARER HOME. Phcebe Cary was born on a farm eight miles north of Cincinnati, Ohio, Sept. 4, 1824. She wrote the following lines on Sunday after church service. She was more robust than her sister Alice, was self-reliant, and endowed with more humor. In 1852 she joined her sister in creating the home in New York, that was a pleasant resort for liter- ary persons for a score of years. The sisters were Univer- salists, but their hymns have been adopted by people of all creeds. The humming of the tune to which the following lines are sung, in a gambling-den in China, is said to have been the means, by reviving home associations, of saving one man from the dissipation of the card-table. Phcebe Cary died at Newport, R. I., July 31, 1871, in con- sequence of grief and exhaustion caused by the death of her sister a few months before. One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er : I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before ; Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea ; Nearer the bound of life. Where we lay our burdens down ; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown ! But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night. Is the silent, unknown stream, That leads at last to the light. Closer and closer my steps Come to the dread abysm ; Closer Death to my lips Presses the awful chrism. Oh, if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to-day than I think; Father, perfect my trust ; Let my spirit feel in death, That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith ! 1852. Phcebe C.\ry NEARER MY REST. Nearer my rest with each succeeding day That bears me still mine own allotted task ! Nearer my rest ! the clouds roll swift away. And nought remains, O Lord, for me to ask. If I but bear unflinchingly life's pain, And humbly lay it at thy feet divine, Then shall I see each loss a hidden gain. And thy sweet mercy through the darkness shine ! Nearer my rest ! the long, long weary hours Had well-nigh gained the victory o'er my soul ; Thy mercy, falling soft like summer showers. Upheld me, fainting near the victor's goal. Nearer my rest ! and as I journey on. Grant me, dear Lord (my angel-guides to be. To keep and help me ere that rest be won), Patience, and Faith, and blessed Purity ! Patience, — that I may never sink dismayed, However dark and drear may seem the road; Patience, — through doubt, through every cross that 's laid Upon my heart, — nor sink beneath the load. 26 THE POET. Faith, — that e'en though to mortal eyes be hidden The reason why this life be oft opprest, I only do, with childlike trust, as bidden, And leave to Thee, confidingly, the rest! And Purity, — O Godlike attribute ! Be thou my standard, shield, and armor bright ; Without thee no tree beareth worthy fruit, — These three, O Lord ! to lead me through the night ! Marian Longfellow. April I, 1875. HOPE IN DEATH. Samuel Grossman was born in 1624, and died Feb. 4, 16S3. He was prebendary of Bristol and a writer of con- siderable prose. His poetry is not generally of a high order. His piece on Heaven is considered the best he wrote. My life's a shade, my days Apace to death decline ; My Lord is life, he '11 raise My dust again, e'en mine. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise. And with these eyes My Saviour see. My peaceful grave shall keep My bones till that sweet day, I wake from my long sleep And leave my bed of clay. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see. My Lord his angels shall Their golden trumpets sound, At whose most welcome call My grave shall be unbound. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise. And with these eyes My Saviour see. I said sometimes with tears, " Ah me ! I 'm loath to die ! " Lord, silence thou these fears : My life 's with thee on high. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise. And with these eyes My Saviour see. What means my trembling heart, To be thus shy of death ? My life and I sha'n't part, Though I resign my breath. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise. And with these eyes My Saviour see. Then welcome, harmless grave : By thee to heaven I '11 go : My Lord his death shall save Me from the flames below. Sweet truth to me ! I shall arise. And with these eyes My Saviour see. Samuel Grossman. ULTIMA VERITAS. In the bitter waves of woe. Beaten and tossed about By the sullen winds that blow From the desolate shores of doubt, — When the anchors that faith had cast Are dragging in the gale, I am quietly holding fast To the things that cannot fail : I know that right is right ; That it is not good to lie ; That love is better than spite, And a neighbor than a spy ; I know that passion needs The leash of a sober mind ; I know that generous deeds Some sure reward will find ; That the rulers must obey ; That the givers shall increase ; That Duty lights the way For the beautiful feet of Peace ; — In the darkest night of the year. When the stars have all gone out, That courage is better than fear, That faith is truer than doubt ; And fierce though the fiends may fight, And long though the angels hide, I know that Truth and Right Have the universe on their side ; And that somewhere, beyond the stars, Is a Love that is better than fate ; When the night unlocks her bars I shall see Him, and I will wait. ,879, Washington Gladden THE POET CROWNED. 27 WHO SHALL BE THE LAST GREAT SEER ? A HYMN FOR ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST'S DAY. Who shall be the last great Seer That the world goes forth to hear ? What shall be his warning cry When the day of doom draws nigh ? Whence shall come the magic power That in man's supremest hour Smooths the rough and rugged road For the highway of our God ? Few and short the words he speaks ; Plain and straight the goal he seeks ; Round his path shall never shine Festal pomp nor wondrous sign : Lonely course and hopeless fight, Rising doubt and dwindling light, — Such the lot of him whose name Burns with more than prophet's flame. " Change the heart and soul and mind, Dark for bright and hard for kind ; Wash you clean from stains of earth, Leap into a second birth ; People, soldier, scribe, and priest. Each from thrall of self released, Live a hfe sincere and true, For your King is close in view." Thus appeared the Heaven-sent man ; Foremost in the battle's van. Herald of an unseen light, Martyr for the simple right. May we learn, on this his day, That in duty's homely way. Bravely, firmly, humbly trod, Man can best prepare for God. Arthur Penrhyn Stanley. 1879. ON HIS BLINDNESS. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent, which is death to hide. Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide ; " Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? " I fondly ask : but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "■ God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts : who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best : his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed. And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait." John Milton. THE POET'S CROWN. Mary E. Chamberlain, now Mrs. M. E. C. Wyeth, was born at Salem, Mass., Dec. i, 1832, but as her parents removed to St. Louis, Mo., in 1833, her Hfe has been identi- fied with that city. Her first volume of poems was issued in 1850, under the name "Ethel Grey," which she had used previously, and continued to use until 1867. Mrs. Wyeth has written largely in prose, one of her stories, entitled " The Victor of Cross Road Mission," having been highly com- mended on its appearance in the New York Independent. A volume of her stories, collected from the columns of the Christian Weekly, has been published by the American Tract Society, New York. Mrs. Wyeth is a great recluse. Once, echoing down the shores of time My spirit heard the immortals' chime, Berieath the silent, priestly palms. It thrilled my soul like martyrs' psalms : " O fields and flowers immortal, From realms of upper air, Give to the poet mortal The buds ye well can spare. Give laurels green and shining, The myrtle boughs, the rose And lily intertwining With fragrant heather-blows. Give passion-flowers for sorrow, Aiid palms for victory's gain ; And something let us borrow. Type of the poet's pain." Then came from far-off flowery slope, Fragrant with purpling heliotrope, Voices that sounded most like knells Ringing from Eden's asphodels : " O poet love ! O poet story ! O poet life, and poet glory ! Alas ! Alas ! " Here take Love's myrtle, bind his brow, So much that 's sweet and fair allow ; But take, entwined with myrtle leaf, Willows for grief, willows for grief. Roses for beauty, — lilies, too, For purity, — and violets blue For friendship, — and the passion-flower For love's self-abnegating hour ; Yet, ere the wreath his brow adorns. Bind on his head the crown of thorns !8 THE POET. This shall remain, this shall remain, Forever type of poet's pain. For he who souls of men may touch Must in himself have suffered much. " O poet life ! O poet story ! O poet love, and poet glory ! Alas ! Alas ! " Fell then a hush of holy calms — Yet echoing 'neath the priestly palms. The immortals' chime the mortal warns ; For poets' crowns are crowns of thorns. Mary E. C Wyeth. St. Louis, 1880. THE LAST WISH. The eminent author of the following poem is a minister of the Congregational Church of Scotland. He was born at Leith, Aug. 24, 1808, and is now pastor of the Augustine Church, Edinburgh, and Professor of Divinity. He edited the third edition of Kitto's " Cyclopsedia of Biblical Literature." No more, no more of the cares of time !* Speak to me now of that happy clime Where the ear never lists to the sufferer's moan, And sorrow and care are all unknown : Now, when my pulse beats faint and slow, And my moments are numbered here below, With thy soft, sweet voice, my sister, tell Of that land where my spirit longs to dwell. Oh yes, let me hear of its blissful bowers, And its trees of life, and its fadeless flowers ; Of its crystal streets and its radiant throng. With their harps of gold and their endless song; Of its glorious palms and its raiment white, And its streamlets all lucid with living light ; And its emerald plains, where the ransomed stray. Mid the bloom and the bliss of a changeless day. And tell me of those who are resting there, Far from sorrow, and free from care, — The loved of my soul, who passed away In the roseate bloom of their early day ; Oh, are they not bending around me now, Light in each eye, and joy on each brow, Waiting until my spirit fly, To herald me home to my rest on high ? Thus, thus, sweet sister, let me hear Thy loved voice fall on my listening ear. Like the murmur of streams in that happy grove That circles the home of our early love ; And so let my spirit calmly rise From the loved upon earth to the blest in the skies, And lose the sweet tones I have loved so long. In the glorious burst of the heavenly song. William Lindsay Alexander, D. D. NUNC DIMITTIS. Grant now in peace (that by thy leave) I may depart, O Lord ! For thy salvation seen I have. According to thy word : That which prepared was by thee, Before all people's sight, Thy Israel's renown to be, And to the gentiles light. 1623. George Wither. THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES. Hast thou not heard it, the universal music, The throbbing harmony, the old eternal rhyme, In the wild billows roaring, In the mad torrent pouring, And keeping with the stars its beat and march sublime ? Hast thou not heard it when the night was silent. And nothing stirred but winds amid the trees, And the star-orbits, strings of harps celestial. Seemed quivering to the rush of melodies ? If in thy soul there pulse not some faint responsive echo Of that supernal everlasting hymn. Thou 'rt of the low earth, lowly. Or livest life unholy. Or dullest spiritual sense by carnal grossness dim. Hear, it, O poet, hear it ! O preacher, give it welcome ! O loving heart, receive it, deep in thine inmost core, The harmony of angels, — glory, forever glory. Glory and peace and joy, and love forevermore ! Author Unknown. THE POET AND NATURE ASPIRATIONS. Adam GottlobOehlenschlaeger, the greatest of Dan- ish poets, was born at Copenhagen, Nov. 14, 1779, and died at the same place, Jan. 20, 1850. His first collected poems were published in 1S03 and 1805, though he had written verse at the age often. Influenced by Henrich Steffens, he studied the philosophy of Schelling, and in 1805, on a visit to Germany, became acquainted with Fichte, Schleiermacher, Wieland, Jean Paul, and Goethe, by whom he was cordially received. In 1809 he became Professor of /Esthetics in the University of Copenhagen, and the remainder of his life was that of a quiet scholar. His great and almost universal genius was expressed in a style of considerable adornment. His death caused public mourning. Oh, teach me, thou forest, to testify glad, As in autumn the gloom of thy yellowing leaf, That my spring cometh back after winter the sad, That my tree gleameth green after mourn- fulness brief. The roots of my tree stand strong, deep, and divine In eternity's summer; oh, why then repine ? Bird of passage, thou frail little thing, oh, teach me To fly with bold wing and with spirit as bold. To lands undiscovered far over the sea. When all here is stormy and cloudy and cold. Throws wide open its gates, a sweet paradise there ; Let me haste to its sunshine, its odorous air. Oh, teach me, oh, teach me, thou butterfly bright. To shatter the chrysalis dungeon and chain, Which rob me of freedom, of joy, and of light: I grovel, a worm, in this desert of pain ; But soon, ah ! sublimely transfigured, I fly, •With wings valiant, of purple and gold, in the skv. From thy throne in the clouds, thou, Lord, smilest to me. My Christ, my loved Jesus, thou mighty to save. Oh, help me to conquer all sorrow, like thee. Hope's green banner. Redeemer, victorious wave ; How bitter thy cross amid Calvary's gloom ! Thy triumph how wondrous, how grand, o'er the tomb ! Translated from the Danish of Oehlenschlaeger. By Gilbert Tait, 1S68. NATURE'S PRAISE. Akna Finch, daughter of Sir William Kingsmill, of South- ampton, England, and wife of Heneage. Earl of Winchclsea, is the poet whose " delightful pictures " of external nature Wordsworth singled out as the only ones, except a passage or two in Pope's "Windsor Forest," worthy of note between " Paradise Lost " and " The Seasons." Her poems were first published in 1731, the best known of them being entitled *' The Atheist and the Acorn." Lady Winchelsea died in 1720- To the Almighty, on his radiant throne, Let endless hallelujahs rise I Praise Him, ye wondrous heights to us un- known. Praise Him, ye heavens unreached by mortal eyes, Praise Him, in your degree, ye sublunary skies ! Praise Him, ye angels that before him bow, Yon creatures of celestial frame. Our guests of old, our wakeful guardians now; Praise Him, and with like zeal our hearts in- flame. Transporting then our praise to seats from whence you came ! Praise Him, thou sun in thy meridian force ! Exalt Him, all ye stars and light ! Praise Him. thou moon in thy revolving course; 32 THE POET AND NATURE. Praise Him, thou gentler guide of silent night, Which dost to solemn praise and serious thoughts invite ! Praise Him, ye humid vapors, which remain Unfrozen by the sharper air ; Praise Him, as you return in showers again, To bless the earth and make her pastures fair ! Praise Him, ye climbing fires, the emblems of our prayer ! Praise Him, ye waters petrified above. Ye shredded clouds that fall in snow, Praise Him, for that you so divided move ; Ye hailstones, that you do not larger grow, Nor, in one solid mass, oppress the world below! Praise Him, ye soaring fowls, still as you fly. And on gay plumes your bodies raise ! You insects, which in dark recesses lie. Although the extremest distances you try. Be reconciled in this, to offer mutual praise ! Praise Him, thou earth, with thy unbounded store ; Ye depths which to the centre tend ! Praise Him, ye beasts which in the forests roar! Praise Him, ye serpents, though you down- wards bend. Who made your bruised head our ladder to ascend ! Praise Him, ye men whom youthful vigor warms ; Ye children, hastening to your prime ; Praise Him, ye virgins of unsullied charms. With beauteous lips becoming sacred rime ; Ye aged, give Him praise for your increase of time! Praise Him, ye monarchs in supreme com- mand, By anthems, like the Hebrew kings ; Then with enlarged zeal throughout the land, Reform the numbers and reclaim the strings, Converting to his praise the most harmonious things ! Ye senators, presiding by our choice. And you, hereditary peers. Praise Him, by union both in heart and voice ; Praise Him, who your agreeing council steers, Producing sweeter sounds than the according spheres ! Praise Him, ye native altars of the earth. Ye mountains of stupendous size ! Praise Him, ye trees and fruits which there have birth ! Praise Him, ye flames that from their bowels rise, All fitted for the use of grateful sacrifice ! He spake the word ; and from the chaos rose The forms and species of each kind: He spake the word, which did their law com- pose. And all with never-ceasing order joined, Till ruffled for our sins by his chastising wind. But now, you storms, that have your fury spent, As you his dictates did obey. Let now your loud and threatening notes relent. Tune all your murmurs to a softer key. And bless that gracious hand, that did your progress stay. From my contemned retreat, obscure and low. As grots from whence the winds disperse. May this his praise as far extended flow ; And if that future time shall read my verse, Though worthless in itself, let them his praise rehearse. Anna, Countess of Winchelsea. 1700. NATURE'S PRAISE. John Austin was born of good family at Walpole, Nor- folk, England, and was educated at Cambridge. He be- came a Catholic, and died, in 1669, a triumphant death. He condemned persecution for religion in a pamphlet en- titled "The Christian Moderator." Hark, my soul, how everything Strives to serve our bounteous King ; Each a double tribute pays. Sings its part, and then obeys. Nature's chief and sweetest choir Him with cheerful notes admire ; Chanting every day their lauds. While the grove their song applauds. Though their voices lower be. Streams have too their melody ; Night and day they warbling run, Never pause, but still sing on. All the flowers that gild the spring Hither their still music bring; If Heaven bless them, thankful, they Smell more sweet and look more gay. Only we can scarce afford This short office to our Lord ; We, on whom his bounty flows. All things gives, and nothing owes. LESSONS FROM NATURE. 33 Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart, Wake, and gladly sing thy part ; Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers, How to use thy nobler powers. Call whole nature to thy aid, Since 't was he whole nature made ; Join in one eternal song, Who to one God all belong. Liv^e forever, glorious Lord ! Live, by all thy works adored ! One in Three, and Three in One, Thrice we bow to Thee alone ! 1668. John Austin. NATURE NO SELF-ACTING IN- STRUMENT. Mrs. Charles, theauthor of the Schbnberg-Cotta Family, is daughter of a member of the British Parliament, the late John Rundle. She was born about 1826, and is widow of Andrew Paton Charles, of London. She has written much prose, and her "Voice of Christian Life in Song" consists of renderings of ancient hymns. She has also written origi- nal poems. So soberly and softly The seasons tread their round, So surely seeds of autumn In spring-time clothe the ground, Amid their measured music What watchful ear can hear God's voice amidst the garden ? Yet, hush ! for he is here ! No mere machine is nature, Wound up and left to play, No wind-harp swept at random By airs that idly stray ; A spirit sways the music, A hand is on the chords. Oh, bow thy head and listen, — That hand, it is the Lord's ! Mrs. Elizabeth (Rundle) Charles. PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE. " O DREARY life ! " we cry, " O dreary life ! " And still the generations of the birds Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds Serenely live while we are keeping strife With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife Against which we may struggle. Ocean girds Unslackened the dry land : savanna-swards Unweary sweep : hills watch, unworn ; and rife Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest-trees. To show above the unwasted stars that pass In their old glory. O thou God of old ! Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these ; — But so much patience as a blade of grass Grows by contented through the heat and cold. Elizabeth Barrett Browning. PARAPHRASE OF PSALM LXV. Dwellers beyond Thule's bands, In fair lands, At thy signs shall be affrighted. Morn's bright gate, and ruddy west, By their guest Are with light and heat delighted. Furrows else ploughed, sowed in vain. By thy rain Are with blades and ears maintained. Thou sendest rain into thy dales, And the vales. Pranking them with curious flowers ; And the stiffened earth mak'st soft With thy oft Sweet and soft descending showers. Thou dost speed the seedman's hand, In the land His dead-seeming seed reviving; And the tender bud, unless Thou didst bless, Blasts and frosts would keep from thriving. There thy gracious showers still Fall, and fill With thy blessing barren places ; And the lesser hills are seen, Fresh and green. Decked with Flora's various graces. Joseph Bryan. PSALM XIX. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale. And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; 34 THE POET AND NATURE. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What, though no real voice or sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; In reasonV ear they all rejoice. And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing, as they shine, " The hand that made us is divine." Joseph Addison. LOVE TO GOD. The scriptural reference in the following hymn is to Habak- kuk iii. 17, 18. Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ! Bounteous source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field. For the stores the gardens yield ; For the vine's exalted juice. For the generous olive's use ; Flocks that whiten all the plain ; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; Clouds that drop their fattening dews ; Suns that temperate warmth diffuse : All that Spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores : These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow ; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop her green, untimely fruit ; Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her store ; Though the sickening flocks should fall. And the herds desert the stall ; Should thine altered hand restrain The early and the latter rain ; Blast eacTi opening bud of joy, And the fijn ng year destroy ; — Yet to thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise ; And, when every blessing 's flown, Love thee for thyself alone. Mrs. a L. Barbauld. 1772. THANKSGIVING. For summer's bloom and autumn's blight, For bending wheat and blasted maize, For health and sickness, Lord of light. And Lord of darkness, hear our praise ! We trace to thee our joys and woes, — To thee of causes still the cause, — We thank thee that thy hand bestows ; We bless thee that thy love withdraws. We bring no sorrows to thy throne ; We come to thee with no complaint. In providence thy will is done. And that is sacred to the saint. Here, on this blest Thanksgiving night, We raise to thee our grateful voice ; For what thou doest, Lord, is right; And, thus believing, we rejoice. JosiAH Gilbert Holland. i NATURE AND MAN. James Warley Miles, a clergyman of the Protestair Episcopal Church, was born in South Carolina in 1818, and died in Charleston, August, 1875. For some time he was Professor of the History of Philosophy and Greek Literature in the College of Charleston, and he was also attached for a few years to Bishop Southgate's Mission to the Eastern Christians at Constantinople, but was obliged to return from abroad on account of ill-health. He thereafter devoted him- self to the study of philology, preaching occasionally. He was at the time of his death in temporary charge of Grace Church, Charleston. His hymns were written to be read in connection with his sermons. Some of them have, however, been printed. Behold how nature is with teaching rife ! — Man threads the wild, mysterious desert, where, Midst seeming boundless space, come here and there Flitting inhabitants, awakening life But for a moment round some palm-fringed well, Then vanishing like a dream, leaving all drear And suddenly desolate, as though the spell Of silence never had been broken. Here Earth's scenic shifting flee.s, and only God is near. LIFE AND IMMORTALITY. 35 Man climbs the marvellous mountain, with its deep, Rich-foliaged gorges, and its ever steep And steeper rising precipices dread. Until o'erhead. In still, ethereal solitude, appears Its granite peak, which awfully uprears Its inaccessible form, as bearing meet Kindred to stars that proudly still retreat. The stars look down on the vain mountain's love, And man, o'er mount and stars, soars up to God above. On some vast stream man floats in silent night, Hearing in awful hush The river's mighty rush, And marking how the rays from heaven's gemmed light Are in the sweeping flood absorbed and broken ; And there he knows the token That all his shattered aims, his hopes bewept. Are in God's counsels deep and fathomless onswept. Ocean ! great image of eternity. And yet of fleeting time, of change, unrest, Thou vast and wondrous realm of mystery. Of thy great teachings too is man possessed. Type of God's boundless might, the here and there Uniting, thou dost with a righteous fear Man's heart ennoble, awe, and purify, As in thy mighty, multitudinous tones echoes of God roll by. Before the dread volcano's fiery might, Over the earthquake's dizzy surge, man cowers With conscious helplessness and feeble fright. But still through all the fear and gloom that lowers He knows that God is there, That love divine is near. And though the world dissolve in flame, in foam, He has in God a friend, a father, and a home. James W. Miles. HIDDEN IN LIGHT. When first the sun dispels the cloudy night, The glad hills catch the radiance from afar, And smile for joy. We say, " How fair they are, Tree, rock, and heather-bloom, so clear and bright ! " But when the sun draws near in westering might. Infolding all in one transcendent blaze Of sunset glow, we trace them not, but gaze And wonder at the glorious, holy light. Come nearer, Sun of Righteousness ! that we. Whose swift short hours of day so swiftly run, So overflowed with love and light may be, So lost in glory of the nearing Sun, That not our light, but thine, the world may see. New praise to thee through our poor lives be won. Frances Ridley Havergal INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. William Wordsworth, the English poet, was bom in 1770, and graduated at St. John's College, Cambridge, in 1791. He published two brief poems the next year, with re luctance, and continued to write during the remainder of lii^ life. His efforts were met with ridicule at first, but he lias since been recognized as the foremost poet of nature aivl human life of his generation. He was poet-laureate after tlie death of Southey, and died on the anniversary of the deaili of Shakespeare, April 23, 1850. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight. To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light. The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may. By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth : But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound. To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I asfain am strong. 36 THE POET AND NATURE. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep : No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I heartheechoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; — Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd boy! Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel, I feel it all. evil day ! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May morning. And the children are culling. On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm : — 1 hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! — But there 's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, — Both of them speak of something that is gone ; The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting : The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And Cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetful ness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy ; But he beholds the light, and whence it fiows, — He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest. And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away. And fade into t le light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim. The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate man Forget the glories he hath known. And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pygmy size ! See, where mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart. Some fragment from his dream of human life. Shaped by himself with newly learned art, — A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral, — And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his humorous stage With all the persons, down to palsied age, That Life brings with her in her equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ; thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind, — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height. Why with such earnest pains dost thou pro- voke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight. And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! NATURE'S HARMONY. 11 O joy ! that in our embers Is something- that doth iive, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things. Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections. Those shadowy recollections. Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our nois} years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor, Nor man nor boy. Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland tar we be. Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither ; Can in a moment travel thither. And see the children sport upon the shore. And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabors sound ! We, in thought, will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play. Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What, though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight : Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which, having been, must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death. In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves. Forebode not any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight. To hve beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret. Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live. Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. William Wordsworth. SOLITUDE. There is in stillness oft a magic power To calm the breast, when struggling passions lower ; Touched by its influence, in the soul arise Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies. By this the Arab's kindling thoughts expand. When circling skies enclose the desert sand ; For this the hermit seeks the thickest grove, To catch the inspiring glow of heavenly love. It is not solely in the freedom given To purify and fix the heart on heaven ; There is a spirit singing aye in air That lifts us high above all mortal care. No mortal measure swells that mystic sound. No mortal minstrel breathes such tones around, — The angels' hymn. — the sovereign harmony That guides the rolHng orbs along the sky, — And hence perchance the tales of saints who viewed And heard angelic choirs in solitude. By most unheard, — because the earthly din Of toil or mirth has charms their ears to win, Alas for man ! he knows not of the bliss, The heaven that brightens such a life as this, Oxford, j8i8. John Henry Newman 38 THE POET AND NATURE. HYMN OF NATURE. William Bourne Oliver Peabody, twin-brother of Oliver William Bourne Peabody, was bom at Exeter, N. H., July 9, 1799, and after his graduation at the Cambridge Di- vinity School, was pastor of a church at Springfield, Mass., until his death, May 28, 1847. God of the earth's extended plains ! The dark, green fields contented lie ; The mountains rise like holy towers. Where man might commune with the sky ; The tall cliff challenges the storm That towers upon the vale below, Where shaded fountains send their streams With joyous music in their flow. God of the dark and heavy deep ! The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm Hath summoned up their thundering bands. Then the white sails are dashed like foam, Or hurry, trembling, o'er the seas, Till, calmed by thee, the sinking gale Serenely breathes, Depart in peace. God of the forest's solemn shade I The grandeur of the lonely tree, That wrestles singly with the gale, Lifts up admiring eyes to thee ; But more majestic far they stand, When side by side their ranks they form, To wave on high their plumes of green, And fight their battles with the storm. God of the light and viewless air I How gloriously above us springs The tented dome of heavenly blue, Suspended on the rainbow's rings I Each brilliant star, that sparkles through, Each gilded cloud, that wanders free In evening's purple radiance, gives The beauty of its praise to thee. God of the rolling orbs above ! Thy name is written clearly bright In the warm day's unvarying blaze, Or evening's golden shower of light ; For every fire that fronts the sun, And every spark that walks alone Around the utmost verge of heaven, Were kindled at thy burning throne. God of the world ! the hour must come, And nature's self to dust return ; Her crumbling altars must decay ; Her incense-fires shall cease to burn : But still her grand and lovely scenes Have made man's warmest praises flow For hearts grow holier as they trace The beauty of the world below. W. B. O. Peabody. HYMN. — FROM PSALM CXLVIII. John Ogilvie was the minister of Midmar, Scotland, and was born in 1733- He died in 1814. His poems were pub- lished in 1758 and 1769. Begin, my soul, the exalted lay, Let each enraptured thought obey. And praise the Almighty's name ; Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise, To swell the inspiring theme. Ye fields of light, celestial plains. Where gay transporting beauty reign.s, Ye scenes divinely fair ! Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim, — Tell how he formed your shining frame, And breathed the fluid air ! Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound; While all the adoring thrones around His boundless mercy sing : Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love. And touch the sweetest string ! Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal ciioir; Thou dazzling orb of Hquid fire, The mighty chorus aid; Soon as gray evening gilds the plain, Thou moon, protract the mehing strain, And praise him in the shade ! Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode. Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God, Who called yon worlds from night ! " Ye shades, dispel ! " the Eternal said ; At once the involving darkness fled. And nature sprung to light. Whate'er a blooming world contains That wings the air, that skims the plains, United praise bestow ; Ye dragons, sound his awful name To heaven aloud ; and roar acclaim, Ye swelling deeps below ! Let every element rejoice ; Ye thunders, burst with awful voice To him who bids you roll ; His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul \ NATURE A REVEALER. 39 To him, ye graceful cedars, bow ; Ye towering mountains, bending low. Your great Creator own ! Tell, when affrighted nature shook. How Sinai kindled at his look, And trembled at his frown! Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale. Ye insects fluttering on the gale, In mutual concourse rise ; Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom, And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume, In incense to the skies ! Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and sing ; Ye plumy warblers of the spring. Harmonious anthems raise To Him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold. And tuned your voice to praise ! Let man — by nobler passions swayed — The feeling heart, the judging head, In heavenly praise employ; Spread his tremencjous name around. Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound, The general burst of joy ! Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please, Nursed on the downy lap of ease, Fall prostrate at his throne ; Ye princes, rulers, all, adore, — Praise him, ye kings, who makes your power An image of his own ! Ye fair, by nature formed to move, Oh, praise the eternal source of love, With youth's enlivening fire ; Let age take up the tuneful lay. Sigh his blest name, — then soar away, And ask an angel's lyre ! 1769. John Ogilvie. A SNOW MOUNTAIN. Can I make white enough my thought for thee, Or wash my words in light ? Thou hast no mate. To sit aloft in the silence silently And twine those matchless heights undese- crate. Reverend as Lear, when, lorn of shelter, he Stood, with his old white head surprised at fate: Alone as Galileo, when, set free, Before the stars he mused, disconsolate. Ay, and remote as the dead lords of song ; Great masters, who have made us what we are ; For thou and they have taught us how to long. And feel a sacred want of the fair and far : Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire : — Our only greatness is that we aspire. Jean Ingelow. THE SECOND DAY OF CREATION. This world I deem But a beautiful dream Of shadows that are not what they seem. Where visions rise, Giving dim surmise Of the things that shall meet our waking eyes. Arm of the Lord ! Creating Word ! Whose glory the silent skies record Where stands thy name In scrolls of flame On the firmament's high-shadowing frame. I gaze o'erhead. Where thy hand hath spread For the waters of heaven that crystal bed, And stored the dew In its deeps of blue. Which the fires of the sun come tempered through. Soft they shine Through that pure shrine, As beneath the veil of thy flesh divine Beams forth the light That were else too bright For the feebleness of a sinner's sight. I gaze aloof On the tissued roof. Where time and space are the warp and woof, Which the King of kings As a curtain flings O'er the dreadfulness of eternal things, — A tapestried tent. To shade us meant From the bare everlasting firmament ; Where the blaze of the skies Comes soft to our eyes Through a veil of mystical imageries. But could I see, As in truth they be, The glories of heaven that encompass me. 40 THE POET AND NATURE. I should lightly hold The tissued fold or that marvellous curtain of blue and gold. Soon the whole Like a parched scroll Shall before my amazed sight uproll, And without a screen At one burst be seen The Presence wherein I have ever been. Oh, who shall bear " The blinding glare Of the Majesty that shall meet us there ? What eye may gaze On the unveiled blaze Of the light-girdled throne of the Ancient of Days? Christ us aid ! Himself be our shade, That in that dread day we be not dismayed. T. Whytehead. MOUNTAINS. " The everlasting hills ! " how calm they rise, Bold witnesses to an Almighty hand ! We gaze with longing heart and eager eyes. And feel as if short pathway might suffice From those pure regions to the heavenly land. At early dawn, when the first rays of light Play like a rose-wreath on the peaks of snow ; And late, when half the valley seems in night. Yet still around each pale majestic height The sun's last smile has left a crimson glow, — Then the heart longs, — it calls for wings to fly,- Above all lower scenes of earth to soar. Where yonder golden clouds arrested lie. Where granite cliffs and glaciers gleam on high As with reflected light from heaven's own door. Whence this strange spell, by thoughtful souls confest Ever in shadow of the mountains found ? 'Tis the deep voice within our human breast, Which bids us seek a refuge and a rest Above, beyond what meets us here around ! Ever to men of God the hills are dear, Since on the slopes of Ararat the dove Plucked the wet olive-pledge of hope and cheer ; Or Israel stood entranced in silent fear, While God on Sinai thundered from above. And once on Tabor was a vision given Sublime as that which Israel feared to view, When the transfigured Lord of earth and heaven, Mortality's dim curtain lifted, riven, Revealed his glory to his chosen few. On mountain heights of Galilee he prayed While others slept and all beneath was still ; From Olivet's recess of awful shade Thrice was that agonized petition made, " Oh that this cup might pass, if such thy will ! " And on Mount Zion, in the better land. Past every danger of the pilgrim- way, At our Redeemer's feet we hope to stand And learn the meanings of his guiding hand Through all the changes' of our earthly day. Then hail, calm sentinels of heaven, again ! Proclaim your message, as in ages past ! Tell us that pilgrims shall not toil in vain, That Zion's mount we surely shall attain, Where all home longings find a home at last. From the German of Mrs. Meta Heusser-Schweizer. Translated by Miss Jane Borthvvick. 1874. MOUNTAINEER'S PRAYER. Gird me with the strength of thy steadfast hills ! The speed of thy streams give me ! In the spirit that calms, with the life that thrills, I would stand or run for thee. Let me be thy voice, or thy silent power, — As the cataract or the peak, — An eternal thought, in my earthly hour, Of the living God to speak. Clothe me in the rose-tints of thy skies Upon morning summits laid ; Robe me in the purple and gold that flies Through thy shuttles of light and shade ; Let me rise and rejoice in thy smile aright, As mountains and forests do ; Let me welcome thy twilight and thy night, And wait for thy dawn anew ! THROUGH NATURE TO GOD. 41 Give me of the brook's faith, joyously sung Under clank of its icy chain ! Give me of the patience that hides among Thy hill-tops in mist and rain ! Lift me up from the clod ; let me breathe thy breath ; Thy beauty and strength give me ! i.et me lose both the name and the meaning of death In the life that I share with thee ! Lucy Larcom. 1879. A SURVEY OF THE HEAVENS IN THE MORNING, BEFORE DAYBREAK. Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do hold Your brilliant places in the sable vault Of night's dominions ! — planets, and central orbs Of other systems ! — big as the burning sun Which lights this nether globe, — yet to our eye Small as the glowworm's lamp! — to you I raise My lowly orisons, while, all bewildered. My vision strays o'er your ethereal hosts ; Too vast, too boundless for our narrow mind, Warped with low prejudices, to unfold, And sagely comprehend. Thence higher soaring. Through ye I raise my solemn thoughts to him, The mighty founder of this wondrous maze, The great Creator ! him, who now sublime, Wrapt in the solitary amplitude Of boundless space, above the roUing spheres Sits on his silent throne and meditates. The angelic hosts, in their inferior heaven, Hymn to the golden harps his praise sublime. Repeating loud, " The Lord our God is great," In varied harmonies. The glorious sounds Roll o'er the air serene, — the aeoUan spheres. Harping along their viewless boundaries. Catch the full note, and cry, " The Lord is great," Responding to the seraphim. O'er all, From orb to orb, to the remotest verge Of the created world, the sound is borne, Till the whole universe is full of him. Oh, 'tis this heavenly harmony which now In fancy strikes upon my hstening ear. And thrills my inmost soul ! It bids me smile On the vain world, and all its bustling cares. And gives a shadowy glimpse of future bliss. Oh, what is man, when at ambition's height ! What even are kings, when balanced in the scale Of these stupendous worlds ! Almighty God ! Thou, the dread author of these wondrous works ! Say, canst thou cast on me, poor passing worm, One look of kind benevolence ? Thou canst : For thou art full of universal love. And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart Thy beams as well to me as to the proud, The pageant insects of a ghttering hour. Oh, when reflecting on these truths sublime. How insignificant do all the joys. The gauds, and honors of the world, appear ! How vain ambition ! WHiy has my wakeful lamp Outwatched the slow-paced night ! Why on the page, The schoolman's labored page, have I em- ployed The hours devoted by the world to rest. And needful to recruit exhausted nature ? Say, can the voice of narrow fame repay The loss of health ? or can the hope of glory Lend a new throb unto my languid heart. Cool, even now, my feverish, aching brow, Relume the fires of this deep-sunken eye, Or paint new colors on this pallid cheek ? Say, foolish one, can that unbodied fame, For which thou barterest health and hap- piness, — Say, can it soothe the slumbers of the grave. Give a new zest to bhss, or chase the pangs Of everlasting punishment condign ? Alas, how vain are mortal man's desires ! How fruitless his pursuits ! Eternal God ! Guide thou my footsteps in the way of truth. And oh, assist me so to live on earth. That I may die in peace, and claim a place In thy high dwelling ! All but this is folly. In the vain illusions of deceitful life. Henry Kirke White. WOOD WORSHIP. Mrs. Ro.'^e Terry Cooke was born in West Hartford, Conn., Feb. 17, 1827, and has contributed prose and verse 10 the best periodicals of the day. Her poems have been published in a volume. Here, in the silent forest soHtudes, Deep in the quiet of these lonely shades. The angelic peace of heaven forever broods. And his own presence fills the solemn glades. 42 THE POET AND NATURE. Cease, my weak soul, the courts of men to tread, Leave the tumultuous heavings of thy kind, And, by the soul of grateful nature led, Seek the still woods, and there thy Sabbath find. Shall worship only live in pillared domes, — The organ's pealing notes sole anthems raise, — While every wind that through the forest roams. Draws from its whispering boughs a chant of praise .'' Here the thick leaves that scent the tremulous air Let the bright sunshine pass with softened light. And lips unwonted breathe instinctive prayer. In these cool arches filled with verdurous night. There needs no bending knee, no costly shrine. No fluctuant crowd to hail divinity ; Here the heart kneels, and owns the love divine, That made for man the earth so fair and free. Dear is the choral hymn, the murmuring sound Of mutual prayer, and words of holy power ; But give to me the forest's awe profound, /Eolian hymns, and sermons from a flower ! Rose Terry Cooke. RETIREMENT. This hymn is said to have been written during a Sabbath in the country, after a season of depression, when the poet had enjoyed the services of God's house in an unusual degree. Far from the world, O Lord, I flee. From strife and tumult far ; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war. The calm retreat, the silent shade. With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee. There, if thy Spirit touch the soul. And grace her mean abode. Oh, with what peace and joy and love She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Author and Guardian of my life. Sweet source of light divine. And (all harmonious names in one) My Saviour, thou art mine. What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store. Shall echo through the realms above When time shall be no more. William Cowper. HYMN BEFORE SUNRISE, IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI. Mr. De Quincey pointed out a remarkable similarity between some of the lines and images in the following poem and another and briefer one on the same subject by the poet- ess Frederica (Miinter) Brun. A translation of the German poem by the Rev Charles T. Brooks, taken from a volume of his poems, published in 1842, is appended. Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald, awful head, O sovran Blanc ! 1 he Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass. Methinks thou piercest it As with a wedge ! But when I look again. It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine. Thy habitation from eternity ! dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee. Till thou, still present to the bodily sense. Didst vanish from my thought. Entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, Hke some sweet beguiling melody. So sweet we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the mean while, wert blending with my thought. Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy ; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing, there, Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! Oh, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink, — CHAMOUNI AT SUNRISE. 43 Companion of the morning star at dawn, Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald, — wake, oh, wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ? And you. ye five wild torrents, fiercely glad ! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks, Forever shattered and the same forever ? Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen and have rest ? Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain, — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full*moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God ! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds ! Ye signs and wonders of the elements, Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise ! Thou, too, hoar Mount ! with thy sky- pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene. Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast, — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest hke a vapory cloud To rise before me. — Rise, oh, ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills. Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky. And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun. Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. S. T. Coleridge. CHAMOUNI AT SUNRISE. Sophia Christiana Frederica (Munter) Brun was born near Gotha, Germany, June 3, 1765, and died at Copen- hagen, March 25, 1835. She was a friend of Sismondi, Ma- dame de Stael, and other Hterary persons. Madame Brun was an extensive traveller, and wrote much prose and verse, mostly in German. From the deep shadow of the silent fir-grove I lift my eyes, and trembling look on thee, Brow of eternity, thou dazzling peak. From whose calm height my dreaming spirit mounts And soars away into the infinite ! Who sank the pillar in the lap of earth, Down deep, the pillar of eternal rock, On which thy mass stands firm, and firm hath stood While centuries on centuries rolled along ? Who reared, up-towering through the vaulted blue, Mighty and bold, thy radiant countenance .'* Who poured you from on high with thunder- sound, Down from old winter's everlasting realm, O jagged streams, o'er rock and through ravine? And whose almighty voice commanded loud, " Here shall the stiflfening billows restawhile ! " Whose finger points yon morning-star his course ? Who fringed with blossom-wreaths the eternal frost ? Whose name, O wild Arveiron, does thy din Of waves sound out in dreadful harmonies ? " Jehovah ! " crashes in the bursting ice ; Down through the gorge the rolling avalanche Carries the word in thunder to the vales. " Jehovah ! " murmurs in the morning breeze, Along the trembling tree-tops : down below It whispers in the purling, silvery brooks. i'REDERICA HkI;N. 44 THE POET AND NATURE. AT KANDERSTEG. George Bancroft, the historian of the United States, was born at Worcester, Mass., Oct. 3, 1800. He studied at Harvard College and in Europe, and on returning to liis native country occupied stations of public importance, from which lie retired in 1849. His poems were published in a small volume in 1823, and thefi.st volume ofhis life work, the " His- tory of the United States," in 1834. In 1867 Mr. Bancroft was sent abroad as Minister to the Court of Berlin, and dur- ing his occupancy of the post rendered important services to his country. He now resides at Washington. Father in heaven ! while friendless and alone I gaze on nature's face in alpine wild, I would approach thee nearer. Wilt thou own The solitary pilgrim for thy child ? When on the hill's majestic height I trod, And thy creation smiling round me lay. The soul reclaimed its likeness unto God, And spurned its union with the baser clay. The stream of thought flowed purely, Hke the air That from untrodden snows passed coolly by; Base passion died within me ; low born care Fled, and reflection raised my soul on high. Then wast thou with me, and didst sweetly pour Serene delight into my wounded breast ; The mantle of thy love hung gently o'er The lonely wanderer, and my heart had rest. I gazed on thy creation. Oh, 't is fair ! The vales are clothed in beauty, and the hills In their deep bosom icy oceans bear. To feed the mi-^hty floods and bubbling rills. I marvel not at Nature. She is thine; Thy cherished daughter, whom thou lov'st to bless ; Through thee her hills in glistening whiteness shine ; Through thee her valleys laugh in lovehness. 'T is thou, when o'er my path beams cheerful day. That smiling guid'st me through the stran- ger's land ; And when mild winds around my temples play, On my hot brow I feel thy lenient hand. And shall I fear thee ? — wherefore fear thy wrath. When life and hope and youth from thee descend ? Oil, be my guide in life's uncertain path, The pilgrim's guardian, counsellor, and friend ! George Bancroft. 1821. HYMN TO THE ALPS. Eternal pyramids, built not with hands, From linked foundations that deep-hidden lie, Ye rise apart, and each a wonder stands ! Your marble peaks, which pierce the clouds so high, Seem holding up the curtain of the sky : And there, sublime and solemn, have ye stood, While crumbling Time, o'erawed, passed reverent by, * Since Nature's resurrection from the flood, Since Earth, new born, again received God's plaudit, " Good ! " Vast as mysterious, beautiful as grand ! Forever looking into Heaven's clear face. Types of sublimest faith, unmoved ye stand While tortured torrents rave along your base ; Silence yourselves, while, loosed from its high place, Headlongthe avalanche loud thundering leaps ! Like a foul spirit, maddened by disgrace, That in its fall the souls of thousands sweeps Into perdition's gulf, down ruin's slippery steeps. When rose before me your transcendent heights. Tipped from the orient with refulgent gold. While on your slopes were blended shades and lights, As morn's pale mist away, like drapery, rolled, My soul, entranced, forgot its earthly hold, Upborne to purer realms, on morning's wing; Yet felt serene, as ye are calm and cold, A joy that sublimated everything. That hushed all save the heart's profoundest, loftiest string. But when against the evening's solemn sky Your white peaks through the spectral moonlight peered, Ye were Titanic spirits to my eye. Awing the soul until itself it feared ! Oh, how subhmely awful ye appeared, Silent as death in your cold solitude ; Appalling the lone traveller, as he neared Some sacred spot, where none might dare intrude With sandalled foot, base thought or word, or action rude ! Imagination gives you endless forms : Now ye seem giant sentinels, that wait To watch from your calm heights a world of storms. NATURE'S SECRET BEAUTIES. 45 Reporting, each in turn, at heaven's far gate, The world's advances, and man's brief es- tate : How many races have ye seen descend Into Time's grave, the lowly with the great; How many kingdoms seen asunder rend. How many empires fall, how many centuries end ! Dread monuments of your Creator's power ! When Egypt's pyramids shall mouldering fall, In undiminished glory ye shall tower, And still the reverent heart to worship call, — Yourselves a hymn of praise perpetual : And if at last, when rent is Law's great chain. Ye with material things must perish all. Thoughts which ye have inspired, not born in vain, In immaterial minds for aye shall live again. Mrs. Elizabeth Clementine Kinny. THE WONDERS OF THE LANE. Ebenezek Elliott, known as the " Corn-Law Rhymer," was born March 17, 1781, and, though not liberally edu- cated, produced poetry that is commended on account of its expression of sympathy with the poor. He died Dec. i, 1849. Strong climber of the mountain side, Though thou the vale disdain, Yet walk with me where hawthorns hide The wonders of the lane. High o'er the rushy springs of Don The stormy gloom is rolled ; The moorland hath not yet put on His purple, green, and gold. But here the titling spreads his wing, Where dewy daisies gleam ; And here the sunflower of the spring Burns bright in morning's beam. To mountain winds the famished fox Complains that Sol is slow O'er headlong steeps and gushing rocks His royal robe to throw. But here the lizard seeks the sun, Here coils in light the snake ; And here the fire-tuft hath begun Its beauteous nest to make. Oh, then, while hums the earliest bee Where verdure fires the plain. Walk thou with me, and stoop to see The glories of the lane ! For, oh, I love these banks of rock, This roof of sky and tree, These tufts, where sleeps the gloaming clock, And wakes the earliest bee ! As spirits from eternal day Look down on earth secure. Gaze thou, and wonder, and survey A world in miniature ! A world not scorned by Him who made Even weakness by his might; But solemn in his depth of shade. And splendid in his light. Light ! not alone on clouds afar O'er storm-loved mountains spread, Or widely teaching sun and star. Thy glorious thoughts are read ; Oh, no ! thou art a wondrous book. To sky, and sea, and land, — A page on which the angels look. Which insects understand ! And here, O light ! minutely fair. Divinely plain and clear, Like splinters of a crystal hair, Thy bright small hand is here. Yon drop-fed .lake, six inches wide. Is Huron, girt with wood; This driplet feeds Missouri's tide, — And that, Niagara's flood. What tidings from the Andes brings Yon line of liquid light. That down from heaven in madness flings The blind foam of its might ? Do I not hear his thunder roll, — The roar that ne'er is still ? 'T is mute as death ! But in my soul It roars, and ever will. What forests tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pygmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pygmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade, from ledge to ledge. Ambitious of the sky. Thy feather o'er the steepest edge Of mountains mushroom high. God of marvels ! who can tell What myriad living things On these gray stones unseen may dwell, — What nations, with their kings ! 1 feel no shock, I hear no groan, While fate perchance o'erwhelms Empires on this subverted stone, — A hundred ruined realms ! 46 THE POET AND NATURE. Lo ! in that dot, some mite, like me, Impelled by woe or whim, May crawl some atom cliffs to see, — A tiny world to him ! Lo ! while he pauses, and admires The worl