Lines. Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laughed and danced, and talked and sung; But when the hour of trial came, And sickness shook this trembling frame; PRINCESS AMELIA OF ENGLAND. Sweet are the uses of Adversity. I have been honoured and obeyed, For what is rule but a sad weight Of duty, and a snare? What meanness, but with happier fate The Saviour's cross to share? This my hid choice, though not from heaven, Moves on the heavenward line; Cleanse it, good Lord, from sinful leaven, And make it simply thine. LYRA APOSTOLICA. Mutata Sententia. Inconstans, hilaris, procax, vacabam Sed qvom maestior ingruebat hora, Nec cantus renovare nec choreas, Tum dixi fore triste, si creatum Nil esset mihi, ni caduca tellus. K. Res Adversae. Imperio qvondam, qvondam dignatus honore, Et qvid pauperies? Christi suspiria, Christi Haec igitur, si non caelo demissa, voluntas Me tamen haud dubia ducit ad astra via. Hanc tu labe, Deus, turpiqve adspergine purga, Et tibi qvae placeant omnia velle iube. K. Psalm cxxxix. 1-7. O Lord, thou hast searched me out, and known me: And spiest out all my ways. For lo there is not a word in my tongue, But thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether. Thou hast fashioned me behind and before, And laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful and excellent for me: Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit, Grace. The misty clouds that fall sometime And overcast the skies Are like to troubles of our time, But as such dews are dried up quite GASCOIGNE. Praesens Deus. Ὦ Κύρι', οἶσθά μ' ἐξερευνήσας τορῶς, πίτνονθ ̓ ὁμοίως ἐννοεῖ μ'· ἃ δ ̓ ἂν φρονῶ, Gratia Caeli. Ut poli qvondam nebulae serenos Utqve siccati fugiunt vapores T. S. E. Κ. All Things are Vanity. When mirth is full and free, Some sudden gloom will be: All growth has bound; when greatest found, Bright tints that shine are but the sign When, too, thine eye surveys With fond adoring gaze And yearning heart thy friend, All gifts below, save faith, but grow LYRA APOSTOLICA. |