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He knew not, but there are who know :
The Matron, who alone hath stood, When not a prop seem'd left below,
The first lorn hour of widowhood, Yet cheer'd and cheering all, the while, With sad but unaffected smile ;
The Father, who his vigil keeps
By the sad couch whence hope hath flown, Watching the eye where reason sleeps,
Yet in his heart can mercy own,
The Christian Pastor, bow'd to earth
With thankless toil, the vile esteemid,
Of souls that will not be redeemd,
These know : on these look long and well,
Cleansing thy sight by prayer and faith,
And thou shalt know what secret spell
Preserves them in their living death:
TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER
Hear, O ye mountains, the Lord's controversy, and ye strong foundations of the earth. Micah vi. 7.
WHERE is thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice,
The region of thy choice,
Owns thine entire control ? -
When storms are hurrying by : 'Tis ’mid the strong foundations of the earth,
Where torrents have their birth.
No sounds of worldly toil, ascending there,
Mar the full burst of prayer ;
And round us and beneath
Of winds across the steep,
Meet for a hermit's ear,
The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry,
And, scarcely heard so high,
From many a torrent rill
Track'd by the blue mist well :
For Thought to do her part.
"Tis then we hear the voice of God within,
Pleading with care and sin : “ Child of my love ! how have I wearied thee?
“ Why wilt thou err from me? “ Have I not brought thee from the house of slaves,
“ Parted the drowning waves,
“ And set my saints before thee in the way,
“ Lest thou should'st faint or stray ?
“ What ? was the promise made to thee alone ?
“ Art thou th' excepted one ? “ An heir of glory without grief or pain ?
“ O vision false and vain ! “ There lies thy cross; beneath it meekly bow;
“ It fits thy stature now : 66 Who scornful pass it with averted eye,
“ 'Twill crush them by and by.
“ Raise thy repining eyes, and take true measure
66 Of thine eternal treasure; 6 The Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought,
66 The world for thee was bought, “ And as this landscape broad-earth, sea, and sky,
66 All centers in thine eye, “ So all God does, if rightly understood,
“ Shall work thy final good.”
TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER
The vision is yet for an appointed time; but at the end it shall speak and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come, it will not tarry. Habakkuk ii, 3.
THE morning mist is clear'd away,
Yet still the face of heaven is grey,
Faded yet full, a paler green
Skirts soberly the tranquil scene,
Sweet messenger of “ calm decay,"
Saluting sorrow as you may,
In thee, and in this quiet mead
The lesson of sweet peace I read,