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Willing, from first to last, to take
The mysteries of our life, as given, –
Leaving the time-worn soul to slake
Its thirst in an undoubted heaven.
DELIGHT IN GOD ONLY.-- Francis Quarles.
I LovE (and have some cause to love) the Earth:
She is my Maker's creature ; therefore good:
She is my mother, for she gave me birth :
She is my tender nurse ; she gives me food:
But what’s a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?
Or what 's my mother or my nurse to me?
I love the Air : her dainty sweets refresh
My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me,
Her shrill-mouthed choir sustain me with their flesh,
And with their polyphonian notes delight me:
But what 's the air or all the sweets that she
Can bless my soul withal, compared to Thee?
I love the Sea: she is my fellow-creature,
My careful purveyor; she provides me store:
She walls me round ; she makes my diet greater;
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore :
But, Lord of oceans, when compared with Thee,
What is the ocean or her wealth to me 2 -
To heaven's high city I direct my journey,
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye;
Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney,
Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky:
But what is heaven, great God, compared to Thee?
Without Thy presence, heaven's no heaven to me.
The highest ionors that the world can boast
Are subjects far too low for my desire ;
The highest beams of glory are, at most,
But dying sparkles of Thy living fire :
The loudest flames that earth can kindle be
But nightly glowworms, if compared to Thee.
Without Thy presence, wealth is bags of cares; Wisdom, but folly; joy, disquiet, — sadness; Friendship is treason, and delights are snares; Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness: Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be, Nor have they being when compared with Thee.
In having all things, and not Thee, what have I?
Not having Thee, what have my labors got 2
Let me enjoy but Thee, what farther crave I?
And having Thee alone, what have I not 2
I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be
Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of Thee
THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes, –
Waken me, when their Mother, the gray Dawn,
Tells them that dreams, and that the moon is gone.
Then I arise, and, climbing heaven's blue dome,
I walk over the mountains and the waves,
Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;
My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves
Are filled with my bright presence; and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.
The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
All men who do or even imagine ill
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might,
Until diminished by the reign of night.
l feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers
With their ethereal colors; the moon’s globe,
And the pure stars in their eternal bowers,
Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;
Whatever lamps on earth or heaven may shine
Are portions of one power, which is mine.
I stand at noon upon the peak of heaven,
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
For grief that I depart, they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle 2
I am the eye with which the Universe
J3eholds itself, and knows itself divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine, are mine,
All light of art or nature;—to my song
Wittory and praise in their own right belong.
.*, GENIAL MOMENT OFT HAS GIVEN. — Trench,
A GENIAL moment oft has given
What years of toil and pain,
Of long industrious toil, have striven
To win, and all in vain.
Yet count not, when thine end is won.
That labor merely lost;
Nor say it had been wiser done
To spare the painful cost.
When heaped upon the altar lie
All things to feed the fire, —
One spark alighting from on high, –
The flames at once aspire.
But those sweet gums and fragrant woods
Its rich materials rare,
By tedious quest o'er lands and floods
Had first been gathered there.
A DEWDROP FALLING. — Trench.
A DEwBROP, falling on the wild sea wave,
Exclaimed in fear, –“I perish in this gravel ”
But, in a shell received, that drop of dew
Unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew;
And, happy now, the grace did magnify
Which thrust it forth, as it had feared, to die; —
Until again, “I perish quite,” it said,
Torn by rude diver from its ocean bed ;
O unbelieving ! — so it came to gleam
Chief jewel in a monarch's diadem.
THE seed must die, before the corn appears
Out of the ground, in blade and fruitful ears.
Low must those ears by sickle's edge be lain,
Ere thou canst treasure up the golden grain.
The grain is crushed before the bread is made,
And the bread broke ere life to man conveyed.
O, be content to die, to be laid low,
And to be crushed, and to be broken so ;
If thou upon God's table may’st be bread,
Life-giving food for souls an hungeréd
THE PRIORESS’S TALE, - Chaucer.
THERE was in Asia, in a great city,
Amongès Christian folk a Jewery,
Sustainëd by a lord of that country,
For foul usure and lucre of villainy,
Hateful to Christ and to his company;
And through the street men mighten ride and wend,
For it was free, and open at either end.
A little school of Christian folk there stood
Down at the further end, in which there were
Children a heape comen of Christian blood,