which was sown in weakness shall be raised in power: that which was sown a poor, vile, natural body, shall be raised a spiritual body, like to the glorious body of Christ, according to the mighty working whereby He is able to subdue all things-yea, even death, and the grave, and destruction unto Himself. Has He not given us an earnest of this in |___the_vivid forms that spring on every hand, as we tread the garden and the grove? Shall we look upon this annual resurrection, and not give thanks unto Him for His great power? Shall we disdain to acknowledge the benevolence of that Divine skill which has taken of the common elements and spread them out into such lovely forms, and tinted them with such resplendent hues, and finished the delicate penciling with such exquisite art, and planted them in our daily, hourly path, breathing delicious fragrance; and, to crown all, bade us consider them how they grow, as an earnest of that tender care that He is pledged to take of us, His obdurate, unthankful children! Lord of all power and might! all Thy other works do naturally praise Thee; but such is the darkness of man's heart, that it is only by the application of that spiritual gift purchased by the blood of Christ, that even Thy saints can be impelled to give due thanks unto Thee for Thy great love, while Thou clothest the grass that makes pleasant their footpath over this magnificent wreck of a glorious world! THE WATERFALL. FROM the fierce aspect of this river, throwing But, gradually a calmer look bestowing, Flowers we espy beside the torrent growing; Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink, THE WATERFALL. And, from the whirlwind of his anger, drink Hues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing : They suck-from breath that, threatening to destroy, Beauty and life, and motions as of joy: Nor doubt but He to whom yon pine-trees nod 109 WOOD WALK AND HYMN. "How the green shadows close Into a rich clear summer darkness round BROODS there some spirit here ? The Summer leaves hang silent as a cloud; The very light that streams Through the dim dewy veil of foliage round, Wakes there some spirit here? A swift wind, fraught with change, comes rushing by; And leaves and waters, in its wild career, WOOD WALK AND HYMN. III Yes! lightly, softly move! There is a Power, a Presence in the woods; The rich air knows it, and the mossy sod- And if with awe we tread The minster-floor, beneath the storied pane, The silence and the sound, In the lone places, breathe alike of Thee; The reed by every wandering whisper thrilled- Oh purify mine eyes, More and yet more, by love and lowly thought; In these majestic aisles which Thou hast wrought, And sanctify my heart To meet the awful sweetness of that tone Joy, such as dwelt in Eden's glorious bowers, Let me not know the change O'er nature thrown by guilt!-the boding sky, The hollow leaf-sounds ominous and strange, The weight wherewith the dark tree-shadows lie! Father! oh, keep my footsteps pure and free, To walk the woods with Thee! A DAY IN JUNE. O GIFT of God! O perfect day, Not to be doing, but to be! Through every fibre of my brain, I hear the wind among the trees I see the branches downward bent, And over me unrolls on high |