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We cannot part with Heaven for Thee—
So wanderers ever fond and true
Look homeward through the evening sky, Without a streak of heaven's soft blue To aid Affection's dreaming eye.
The wanderer seeks his native bower,
Wishing, not struggling, to be free.
SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER
Every man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in his heart, and putteth the stumbling-block of his iniquity before his face, and cometh to the Prophet, I the Lord will answer him according to the multitude of his idols. Ezekiel xiv. 4.
STATELY thy walls, and holy are the prayers,
Before the mercy-seat. O Mother dear,
Wilt thou forgive thy son one boding sigh? Forgive, if round thy towers he walk in fear,
And tell thy jewels o'er with jealous eye?
Mindful of that sad vision, which in thought" From Chebar's plains the captive prophet brought
To see lost Sion's shame. 'Twas morning prime,
Seem'd to rejoice in sunshine all her own;
The dazzling lines of her majestic roof
Cross'd with as free a span the vault of Heaven,
As when twelve tribes knelt silently aloof,
Ere GOD his answer to their king had given",
Ere yet upon the new-built altar fell
The glory of the LORD, the Lord of Israel.
All seems the same: but enter in and see
Who worship there in Aaron's robes array'd : Hear Judah's maids the dirge to Thammuz pour", And mark her chiefs yon orient sun adore.
m Ezekiel viii. 3.
n1 Kings viii. 5.
• Ezekiel viii. 10.
Yet turn thee, Son of man-for worse than these
Come learn to tell aright thine own sins' cost,—
What if within His world, His church, our LORD
Have enter'd thee, as in some temple gate, Where, looking round, each glance might thee afford Some glorious earnest of thine high estate,
And thou, false heart and frail, hast turn'd from all To worship pleasure's shadow on the wall?
If, when the LORD of Glory was in sight,
Thou turn thy back upon that fountain clear,
To bow before the "little drop of light,"
Which dim-eyed men call praise and glory here; What dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn
Him at whose only word both sun and stars were born?
If, while around thee gales from Eden breathe, Thou hide thine eyes, to make thy peevish moan
Over some broken reed of earth beneath,
Some darling of blind fancy dead and gone,
As wisely might'st thou in JEHOVAH's fane
Turn thee from these, or dare not to enquire
Far better we should cross his lightning's path
Thou who hast deign'd the Christian's heart to call Thy Church and Shrine; whene'er our rebel will Would in that chosen home of thine instal
Belial or Mammon, grant us not the ill
We blindly ask; in very love refuse
Whate'er thou know'st our weakness would abuse.
Or rather help us, LORD, to choose the good,
our daily bread" mean common food,
Nor "From this world's evil set us free;" say,
Teach us to love, with CHRIST, our sole true bliss,
Else, though in CHRIST's own words, we surely pray