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And in my heart of hearts would hear
What to her own she deigns to tell.
'Tis misty all, both sight and sound
I only know ’tis fair and sweet"Tis wandering on enchanted ground
With dizzy brow and tottering feet.
But patience ! there may come a time
When these dull ears shall scan aright Strains, that outring Earth's drowsy chime,
As Heaven outshines the taper's light.
These eyes, that dazzled now and weak,
At glancing motes in sunshine wink, Shall see the King'si full glory break,
Nor from the blissful vision shrink :
In fearless love and hope uncloy'd
For ever on that ocean bright Empower'd to gaze; and undestroy'd,
Deeper and deeper plunge in light.
Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty; they shall behold the land that is very far off.
Isaiah xxxiii. 17.
Though scarcely now their laggard glance
Reach to an arrow's flight, that day They shall behold, and not in trance,
The region “ very far away.”
If Memory sometimes at our spell
Refuse to speak, or speak amiss, We shall not need her where we dwell
Ever in sight of all our bliss.
Meanwhile, if over sea or sky
Some tender lights unnotic'd fleet, Or on lov'd features dawn and die,
Unread, to us, their lesson sweet ;
Yet are there saddening sights around,
Which Heaven, in mercy, spares us too, And we see far in holy ground,
If duly purg'd our mental view.
The distant landscape draws not nigh
For all our gazing ; but the soul, That upward looks, may still descry
Nearer, each day, the brightening goal.
And thou, too curious ear, that fain
Wouldst thread the maze of Harmony, Content thee with one simple strain,
The lowlier, sure, the worthier thee;
Till thou art duly trained, and taught
The concord sweet of Love divine Then, with that inward Music fraught,
For ever rise, and sing, and shine.
And suddenly there was with the Angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God. St. Luke ii. 13.
WHAT sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th’ expanse of Heav'n?
Th' angelic signal given-
Like circles widening round
Upon a clear blue river,
Is echoed on for ever : Glory to God on high, on earth be peace, “And love towards men of lovel_salvation and release."
Yet stay, before thou dare
To join that festal throng ;
First stirr'd the tide of song; 'Tis not, “the Saviour born in David's home, “ To whom for power and health obedient worlds should
'Tis not, “ the Christ the Lord :" —
With fix'd adoring look
Nor yet their silence broke:
k I have ventured to adopt the reading of the Vulgate, as being generally known through Pergolesi’s beautiful composition,“ Gloria in excelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis.”
Wrapp'd in his swaddling bands,
And in his manger laid,
Is come to the world's aid: .
But where Thou dwellest, Lord,
No other thought should be,
How should I part with Thee?
Thee, on the bosom laid
Of a pure virgin mind,
find; They, who have bow'd untaught to Nature's sway, And they, who follow Truth along her star-pav'd way.
The pastoral spirits first
Approach Thee, Babe divine,