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Till every limb obey the mounting soul,
The mounting soul, the call by Jesus given. He who the stormy heart can so control
The laggard body soon will waft to heaven.
The heart knoweth his own bitterness, and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy. Proverbs xiv. 10.
WHY should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die ", Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?
Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe
Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart,
Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow—
a Je mourrai seul. Pascal.
And well it is for us our GoD should feel
Alone our secret throbbings: so our prayer May readier spring to Heaven, nor spend its zeal On cloud-born idols of this lower air.
For if one heart in perfect sympathy
Beat with another, answering love for love, Weak mortals, all entranc'd, on earth would lie, Nor listen for those purer strains above.
Or what if Heaven for once its searching light
The rude bad thoughts, that in our bosom's night
Who would not shun the dreary uncouth place?
So might we friendless live, and die unwept.
Then keep the softening veil in mercy drawn,
As on the bosom of th' aerial lawn
Melts in dim haze each coarse ungentle hue.
So too may soothing Hope thy leave enjoy
We in dark dreams are tossing to and fro,
Pine with regret, or sicken with despair,
The while she bathes us in her own chaste glow,
O bliss of child-like innocence, and love
Tried to old age! creative power to win,
Bright are their dreams, because their thoughts are clear,
Their memory cheering: but th' earth-stained
Whose wakeful musings are of guilt and fear,
Must hover nearer earth, and less in light.
Farewell, for her, th' ideal scenes so fair—
Yet not farewell her hope, since Thou hast deign'd,
Creator of all hearts! to own and share
The woe of what Thou mad'st, and we have stain'd.
Thou know'st our bitterness-our joys are thine
No stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild :
Stands in full sunshine of thy piercing eye,
b Psalm xxxi. 8. Thou hast known my soul in adversities.
TWENTY-FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousProverbs xvi. 31.
THE bright hair'd morn is glowing
O'er emerald meadows gay,
The early shepherd's way.
And see what joyous greeting
The sun through heaven has shed,