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To hear thee that deep mystery,
The knowledge of itself, impart:
The veil is rais'd ; who runs may read,
By its own light the truth is seen, And soon the Israelite indeed
Bows down t'adore the Nazarene.
So did Nathanael, guileless man,
At once, not shame-fac'd or afraid, Owning him God, who so could scan
His musings in the lonely shade;
In his own pleasant fig-tree's shade,
Which by his household fountain grew, Where at noon-day his prayer he made,
To know God better than he knew.
Oh! happy hours of heav'n-ward thought !
How richly crown'd! how well improv'd! In musing o'er the Law he taught;
In waiting for the Lord he lov’d.
We must not mar with earthly praise
What God's approving word hath seald ;
Enough, if right our feeble lays
up the promise He reveald;
“ The child-like faith, that asks not sight,
“ Waits not for wonder or for sign, “ Believes, because it loves, aright
“ Shall see things greater, things divine.
“ Heaven to that gaze
shall “ And brightest angels to and fro “ On messages of love shall glide
“ 'Twixt God above, and Christ below."
So still the guileless man is blest,
way to endless rest
God's witnesses, a glorious host,
Compass him daily like a cloud; Martyrs and seers, the sav'd and lost,
Mercies and judgments cry aloud.
c Psalm lxxxiv. 7. They shall go from strength to strength.
Yet shall to him the still small voice,
(That first into his bosom found
Nearest and dearest ever sound.
And after these things, He went forth and saw a publican named Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom, and He said unto him, Follow me: and he left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28.
YE hermits blest, ye holy maids,
The nearest heaven on earth,
Free from rude care and mirth ;
The secret love of rural things,
Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd
On the wreath'd smoke afar,
Hung hiding sun and star,
To the green earth and open sky,
But Love's a flower that will not die
For lack of leafy screen,
Even in this crowded loneliness, Where ever-moving myriads seem to say, Go—thou art nought to us, nor we to thee-away!
There are in this loud stunning tide
Of human care and crime, 311
Of th' everlasting chime;
music in their heart is
Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
How sweet to them, in such brief rest
As thronging cares afford,
To where their gracious Lord,
Spake, and was heard by fell disease d-
At once he rose, and left his gold;
His treasure and his heart
Earth and her idols part;
Shall sit, and floods unceasing pour
d It seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of Levi took place immediately after the healing of the paralytic in the presence of the Pharisees.