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"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 :

"Who scornful pass it with averted eye, " "Twill crush them by and by.

"Raise thy repining eyes, and take true measure "Of thine eternal treasure;

"The Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought, "The world for thee was bought,

"And as this landscape broad-earth, sea, and sky,— "All centers in thine eye,

"So all God does, if rightly understood,

"Shall work thy final good."

TWENTY-FIRST SUNDAY AFTER

TRINITY.

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,

Nor yet th' autumnal breeze has stirr❜d the grove,

Faded yet full, a paler green

Skirts soberly the tranquil scene,

The red-breast warbles round this leafy cove.

Sweet messenger of " calm decay,"

Saluting sorrow as you may,

As one still bent to find or make the best,

In thee, and in this quiet mead
The lesson of sweet peace I read,

Rather in all to be resign'd than blest.

'Tis a low chant, according well

With the soft solitary knell,

As homeward from some grave belov'd we turn,

Or by some holy death-bed dear,

Most welcome to the chasten'd ear

Of her whom heaven is teaching how to mourn.

O cheerful tender strain! the heart
That duly bears with you its part,
Singing so thankful to the dreary blast,
Though gone and spent its joyous prime,
And on the world's autumnal time,

'Mid wither'd hues and sere, its lot be cast:

That is the heart for thoughtful seer,
Watching, in trance nor dark nor clear,
Th' astounding Future as it nearer draws:
His spirit calm'd the storm to meet,
Feeling the rock beneath his feet,

And tracing through the cloud th' eternal Cause.

d Zechariah xiv. 6. It shall come to pass in that day, that the night shall not be clear nor dark.

That is the heart for watchman true

Waiting to see what God will do,

As o'er the Church the gathering twilight falls :
No more he strains his wistful eye,

If chance the golden hours be nigh,

By youthful Hope seen beaming round her walls.

Forc'd from his shadowy paradise,

His thoughts to Heaven the steadier rise : There seek his answer when the world reproves : Contented in his darkling round,

If only he be faithful found,

When from the east th' eternal morning moves.

Note: The expression, “calm decay,” is borrowed from a friend: by whose kind permission the following stanzas are here inserted.

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TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY

AFTER TRINITY.

Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? St. Matthew xviii. 21.

WHAT liberty so glad and gay,

As where the mountain boy,

Reckless of regions far away,
A prisoner lives in joy?

The dreary sounds of crowded earth,
The cries of camp or town,

Never untun'd his lonely mirth,

Nor drew his visions down.

The snow-clad peaks of rosy light

That meet his morning view,

The thwarting cliffs that bound his sight,

They bound in fancy too.

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