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How fearful is his case whom now God does not chide
When sinning worst, to whom even chastening is denied
God often would enrich, but finds not where to place His treasure, nor in hand nor heart a vacant space.
O, leave to God at sight of sin incensed to be Sinner if thou art grieved, that is enough for thee.
Set not thy heart on things given only with intent
Ill fares the child of heaven, who will not entertain On earth the stranger's grief, the exile's sense of palm.
Mark how there still has run, enwoven from above, Through thy life's darkest woof, the golden thread of love.
Things earthly we must know ere love them: "t is alone Things heavenly that must be first loved and after known.
The sinews of Love's arm use makes more firm and strong,
Which, being left unused, will disappear ere long.
Wouldst thou abolish quite strongholds of self and - sin P Fear can but make the breach for Love to enter in.
When God asslicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone, Which must be shaped, or else aside as useless thrown.
Evil, like a rolling stone upon a mountain-top,
He knew, who healed our wounds, we quickly should be sain Our old hurts to forget, — so let the scars remain.
When will the din of earth grate harshly on our ears 2 When we have once heard plain the music of the spheres.
Why win we not at once what we in prayer require 2 That we may learn great things as greatly to desire.
The tasks, the joys of earth, the same in heaven will be ; Only the little brook has widened to a sea.
Who hunt this world's delight too late their hunting rue, When it a lion proves, the hunter to pursue.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. — Words?porth.
THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
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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,
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss I feel,- I feel it all. O evil day ! if I were sullen, While the 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 : — I 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 2 Where is it now, the glory and the dream 2
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
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And by the vision splendid
ls on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the 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,
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,