The sum of certainties is found so small, their field so wide a uni verse, That many things may truly be, which man hath not conceived: The characters revealed of God are a strong mind's sole assurance That any strangeness may not stand a sober theme for faith. Ignorance being light denied, this ought to show the stronger in its view, But ignorance is commonly a double negative, both of light and morals: So, adding vanity to blindness, for ease it taketh refuge in a doubt, And aching soon with ceaseless doubt, it finisheth the strife by misbelieving. FAITH, by its very nature, shall embrace both credence and obedience: Yea, the word for both is one, and cannot be divided. (50) For, work void of faith, wherein can it be counted for a duty? And faith not seen in work, whereby can the doctrine be dis covered? Faith in religion is an instrument; a handle, and the hand to turn it; Less a condition than a mean, and more an operation than a virtue. A moral sickness, like to sin, must have a moral cure; And faith alone can heal the mind, whose malady is sense. Ye are told of God's deep love; they that believe will love him; And, prizing soul, will cherish well the hopes that make it happy. If a man conceive himself insulted, will not his anger smite? A MOTHER had an only son, and sent him out to sea: She was a widow, and in penury; and he must seek his fortunes. How often in the wintry nights, when waves and winds were howling, Her heart was torn with sickening dread, and bled to see her boy! And on one sunny morn, when all around was comfort, News came, that, weeks agone, the vessel had been wrecked; Yea, wrecked, and he was dead! they had seen him perish in his agony: - O then, what agony was like to hers, for she believed the tale! She was bowed and broken down with sorrow, and uncomforted in prayer; Many nights she mourned, and pined, and had no hope but death. But on a day, while sorely she was weeping, a stranger broke upon her loneliness, He had news to tell, that weather-beaten man, and must not be denied: And what were the wonder-working words that made this mourner joyous, That swept her heaviness away, and filled her world with praise ? Her son was saved, is alive, is near!-O, did she stop to question? No, rushing in the force of faith, she met him at the door! And there is no wisdom but in piety;-so the dead man preacheth; For, in a simple village church, among those classic shades Which sylvan Evelyn loved to rear, (his praise and my delight,) These, the words of truth, are writ upon his sepulchre, Who learned much lore, and knew all trees from the cedar to the hyssop on the wall. A just conjunction, godliness and honesty, ministering to both worlds, Well wed, and ill to be divided, a pair that God hath joined to gether. I touch not now the vulgar thought, as of tricks and cheateries in trade; I speak of honest purpose, character, speech, and action; For an honest man hath special need of charity, and prudence, Of a deep and humbling self-acquaintance, and of blessed commerce with his God, So that the keennesses of truth may be freed from asperities of censure, And the just but vacillating mind be not made the pendulum of arguments; For a false reason, shrewdly put, can often not be answered on the instant, And prudence looketh unto faith, content to wait solutions: He heard a cause, which he had not skill to solve, and so received it gladly, And that cause brought its consequence, of harm to an unstable soul. Prudence, for a man's own sake, never should be separate from honesty ; And charity, for others' good and his, must still be joined there with. For the harshly chiding tongue hath neither pleasuring nor profit, And the cold, unsympathizing heart never gained a good. Sin is a sore, and folly is a fever; touch them tenderly for healing: ་ The bad chirurgeon's awkward knife harmeth, spite of honesty. FREEDOM is father of the honest, and sturdy Independence is his brother; These three, with heart and hand, dwell together in unity. The blunt yeoman, stout and true, will speak unto princes una bashed; His mind is loyal, just, and free, a crystal in its plain integrity; What should make such a one ashamed? where courtiers kneel, I will indeed bow before the king, but knees were knit for God. And many such there be, of a high and noble conscience, Honorable, generous, and kind, though blessed with little light: What should he barter for his freedom? some petty gain of gold? Free of speech, and free in act, magnates honor him for boldness; Long may he flourish in his peace, and a stalwart race around him, Rooted in the soil like oaks, and hardy as the pine upon the mountains! YET, there be others, that will truckle to a lie, selling honesty for interest: And do they gain? — they gain but loss; a little cash, with scorn. Behold the sorrowful change wrought upon a fallen nature : He hath lost his own esteem, and other men's respect: For the buoyancy of upright faith, he is clothed in the heaviness of cringing; For plain truth, where none could err, he hath chosen tortuous paths; In lieu of his majesty of countenance, servility; the timorous glances of Instead of Freedom's honest pride, — the spirit of a slave. NEVERTHELESS, there is somewhat to be pleaded, even for a necessary guile, Whilst the world, and all that is therein, lieth deep in evil. Who can be altogether honest, -a champion never out of mail, Shall he feel, and hide his feelings? that were the meanness of a Still, O man, such hypocrisy is better than this bold honesty to sin: Kill the feeling, or conceal it: let shame at least do the work of charity. O CHARITY, thou livest not in warnings, meddling among men, This is not thy secret, rather wilt thou hide their multitude, Lifting up the lantern of ensample, that wanderers may find the way: That lantern is not lit to gaze on all the hatefulness of evil, The hard, censorious mind sitteth as a keen anatomist, Tracking up the fibres in corruption, and prying on a fearful corpse: VERILY, infirm thyself, be slow to chide a brother's imperfections; For many times the decent veil must hang on faults of nature, right, While seeming zeal, and its effort to do good, is only feigned self praise; Often will the meannesses of life, hidden away in corners, Prove wisdom; and the generous is glad to leave them unregarded in the shade. The follies none are found to praise, let them die unblamed; That which is just and fit is often found combating with honesty : LET honesty's unblushing face be shaded by the mantle of humility, So shall it shine a lamp of love, and not the torch of strife: |