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They, while they seem to roam,
Draw daily nearer home,
Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of kings.
Or, if at home they stay,
Yet are they, day by day,
In spirit journeying through the glorious land,
Not for light Fancy's reed,
Nor Honour's purple meed,
Nor gifted Prophet's lore, nor Science' wondrous wand.
But more than Prophet, more
Than Angels can adore
With face unveil'd; is He they go to seek :
Blessed be God, whose grace
Shews him in every place
To homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek.
FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that hear shall hearken. Isaiah xxxii. 3.
OF the bright things in earth and air
How little can the heart embrace!
Mine eye unworthy seems to read
One page of Nature's beauteous book;
I cannot paint to Memory's eye
The scene, the glance, I dearest love-
In vain, with dull and tuneless ear,
And in my heart of hearts would hear
'Tis misty all, both sight and sound-
But patience! there may come a time
These eyes, that dazzled now and weak,
In fearless love and hope uncloy'd
Deeper and deeper plunge in light.
i 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
If Memory sometimes at our spell
We shall not need her where we dwell
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
Nearer, each day, the brightening goal.
And thou, too curious ear, that fain
The lowlier, sure, the worthier thee;
Till thou art duly trained, and taught
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?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given—
Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry quire;