"I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU COMFORTLESS.” MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI. O FRIEND divine! this promise dear Might I a true disciple be, When this fond heart would vainly beat When, roused from passion's ecstasy, With aching brows and feverish brain "I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU COMFORTLESS." Enchanted with their deeds and lays, And, humbled, I to Thee return. When blackest clouds around me rolled When love and hope and joy and pride My reason wavered in that hour, I caught, and found the perfect day. 83 A head revered in dust was laid; In awe I gaze on that dear face, Ignorant, his wisdom I reproved, Of ceaseless toil and sacrifice. No tears can now that hushed heart move, No cares display a daughter's love; The fair occasion lost, no more Can thoughts more just to thee restore What can I do? and how atone For all I've done, and left undone ? "Not comfortless!" I dry my eyes, Be not with generous thoughts content, Though all thou wishest fly thy touch, And yet not sad, if I can know Though from such sweet composure still COMMUNION HYMN. My heart be far. Wilt thou not aid 85 One whose best hopes on thee are stayed? Breathe into me thy perfect love, And guide me to thy rest above! COMMUNION HYMN. N. L. FROTHINGHAM. "And he took bread, and gave thanks." THE Son of God gave thanks, Thanks, 'mid those troubled men; Thanks, o'er that loaf's dread sign; Thanks, o'er that bitter food; And o'er the cup, that was not wine, And shall our griefs resent Shall we unthankful be For all our blessings round, O shame us, Lord!-whate'er If, suffering, we are weak to bear, HYMN. J. PIERPONT. "And when they had sung a hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives.". Matthew xxvi. 30. THE winds are hushed; the peaceful moon The city sleeps; 't is night's calm noon, And all the streets are still, |