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To hear thee that deep mystery,
The knowledge of itself, impart
The veil is rais'd; who runs may read,
Bows down t'adore the Nazarene.
So did Nathanael, guileless man,
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!
We must not mar with earthly praise
What God's approving word hath seal'd;
Enough, if right our feeble lays
Take up the promise He reveal'd;
"The child-like faith, that asks not sight,
"Heaven to that gaze shall open wide,
""Twixt God above, and Christ below."
So still the guileless man is blest,
To him all crooked paths are straight,
Him on his way to endless rest
Fresh, ever-growing strengths await ©.
God's witnesses, a glorious host,
• Psalm lxxxiv. 7. They shall go from strength to strength.
Yet shall to him the still small voice,
A way, and fix'd his wavering choice,
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,
The secret love of rural things,
The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale,
The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale:
Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd
On the wreath'd smoke afar,
That o'er some town, like mist uprais'd,
Then as ye turn'd your weary eye
To the green earth and open sky,
Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell Amid that dreary glare, in this world's citadel?
But Love's a flower that will not die
For lack of leafy screen,
And Christian Hope can cheer the eye
Then be ye sure that Love can bless
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, 10
With whom the melodies abide
Of th' everlasting chime;
Who carry music in their heart
Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, **.*
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,
In thought to wander, fancy-blest,
At once he rose, and left his gold ;
His treasure and his heart
Transferr'd, where he shall safe behold
Earth and her idols part;
While he beside his endless store
Shall sit, and floods unceasing pour
Of Christ's true riches o'er all time and space, First angel of his Church, first steward of his Grace :
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.