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Lo, it is the even of To-day, — a day so lately a To-morrow;
But haste thee with the lever of a prayer, and stem its strength To-day.
THE SEED GROWING SECRETLY.
Dear, secret greenness! nurst below! Tempests and winds and winternights
Vex not, that but One sees thee grow, That One made all these lesser lights.
If those bright joys He singly sheds On thee, were all met in one crown, Both sun and stars would hide their heads;
And moons, though full, would get them down.
Let glory be their bait whose minds
Are all too high for a low cell: Though hawks can prey through storms and winds, The poor bee in her hive must dwell.
Glory, the crowd's cheap tinsel, still To what most takes them is a drudge;
And they too oft take good for ill, And thriving vice for virtue judge.
What needs a conscience calm and bright
Within itself an outward test? Who breaks his glass to take more light.
Makes way for storms into his rest.
Then bless thy secret growth, nor
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, bear fruit, earn life, and watch,
Till the white-winged reaperscome!
THEY ARE ALL GONE.
They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here! Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,
Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days;
My days," which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
O holy hope! and high humility!
High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have shewed them me
To kindle my cold love.
Dear, beauteous death; the jewel of
the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy
Could man outlook that mark!
He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams,
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span,
Where weeping virtue parts with man;
Where love without lust dwells, and bends
What way we please without selfends.
An age of mysteries! which he Must live twice that would God's face see;
Which angels guard, and with it play. Angels! which foul men drive away.
My soul, there is a country
Afar beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars. There, above noise and danger,
Sweet Peace sits, crowned with smiles,
And one born in a manger
He is thy gracious friend,
And (O my soul, awake)
To die here for thy sake.
There grows the flower of peace, The rose that cannot wither,
The fortress, and thy ease. Leave, then, thy foolish ranges;
For none can thee secure But One, who never changes,
Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure.
Lord! what a busy, restless thing,
Hast thou made man!
Best's not a spam.
By clouds surprised.
With air disguised.
A state untired,
Nor home desir'd.
Thy mercy too;
Then this must do. Ah, Lord! and what a purchase will that be,
To take us sick, that sound would not take thee!
FROM "ST. MARY MAGDALEN."
Cheap, mighty art! her art of love, who loved much, and much more
could move; Her art! whose memory must last Till truth through all the world be
Till his abused, despised flame Return to heaven from whence it came,
And send a fire down, that shall bring
Destruction on his ruddy wing.
Her art! whose pensive, weeping
Were once sin's loose and tempting spies;
But now are fixed stars, whose light Helps such dark stragglers to their sight.
Self-boasting Pharisee! how blind
grief know. Is't just to judge her faithful tears By that foul rheum thy false eye
w ears 1
"This woman," say'st thou, "is a sinner!"
And sate there none such at thy dinner?
Go, leper, ta x till thy flesh Comes like a child's, spotless and fresh;
He is still leprous that still paints: Who saint themselves, they are no saints.
FROM THE "CIIBlSTIAX POLITICIAN..'
Come, then, rare politicians of the time,
Brains of some standing, elders in our clime,
See here the method. A wise, solid state
Is quick in acting, friendly in debate, Joint in advice, in resolutions just, Mild in success, true to the common trust.
It cements ruptures, and by gentle hand
Allays the heat and burnings of a land. Myst
Religion guides it; and in all the
Designs so twist, that Heaven confirms the act.
If from these lists you wander, as you steer,
Look back, and catechize your actions here.
These are the marks to which true
statesmen tend, And greatness here with goodness
hath one end.
Sacred and secret hand! By whose assisting, swift command The angel showed that holy well, Which freed poor Hagar from her fears,
And turu'd to smiles the begging tears
Of young, distressed Ishmael.
How, in a mystic cloud Which doth thy strange, sure mercies shroud,
Dost thou convey man food and money,
Unseen by him till they arrive Just at his mouth, that thankless hive,
Which kills thy bees, and eats thy honey!
If I thy servant be, Whose service makes even captives free,
A fish shall all my tribute pay,
me meat, And I like flowers shall still go
As if I knew no month but May.
I will not fear what man, With all his plots and power, can. Bags that wax old may plundered be; But none can sequester or let A state that with the sun doth set, And comes next morning fresh as he.
Poor birds this doctrine sing, And herbs which on dry hills do spring.
Or in the howling w ilderness
Then drink and praise thy bounteousness.
May he for ever die Who trusts not thee! but wretchedly Hunts gold and wealth, and will not lend
Thy service nor his soul one day!
May his crown, like his hopes be clay;
And, what he saves, may his foes spend 1
If all my portion here, The measure given by thee each year, Were by my causeless enemies
Usurped, it never should me grieve Who know how well thou canst relieve
Whose hands are open as thine eyes.
Great King of love and truth! Who would'st not hate my froward youth.
And wilt not leave me when grown old;
Gladly will I, like Pontiac sheep, Unto my wormwood diet keep, Since thou hast made thy arm my fold.
Fore shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; Heaven once a week; The next world's gladness prepossest in this; A day to seek; Eternity in time; the steps by which We climb above all ages; lamps that light
Man through his heap of dark days;
and the rich And full redemption of the whole
The pulleys unto headlong man; time's bower; The narrow way;
Transplanted Paradise; God's walking-hour; The cool o'th' day!
The creature's jubilee; God's parle with dust;
Heaven here; man on those hills of mirth and flowers;
Angels descending; the returns of trust;
A gleam of glory after six-daysshowers!
The church's love-feasts; time's prerogative, And interest
Deducted from the whole; the combs and hive, And home of rest;
The milky way chalked out with guns; a clue.
That guides through erring hours; and in full story
A taste of heaven on earth; the pledge and cue
Of a full feast; and the out-courts of glory.
WATeRS above! eternal springs! The dew that silvers the Dove's wings!
O welcome, welcome, to the sad!
Give dry dust drink, drink that makes glad.
Many fair evenings, many flowers
Sweetened with rich and gentle showers,
Have I enjoyed; and down have run
FllOM "RULES AND LESSONS."
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy
soul leave To do the like; our bodies but forerun The spirit's duty. True hearts spread
and heave Unto their God, as flowers do to the
Give him thy first thoughts then;
so shalt thou keep Him company all day, and in him
Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer should
Dawn with the day. There are set,
awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us. The manna
was not good
After sun-rising; far-day sullies flowers.
Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth
sins glut, And heaven's gate opens when this
world's is shut.
Serve God before the world; let him not go,
Until thou hast a blessing; then resign
The whole unto him; and remember who
Prevail'd by wrestling ere the sun did shine. Pour oil upon the stones; weep for thy sin;
Then journey on, and have an eye to heaven.
When the world's up, and every
swarm abroad, Keep thou thy temper; mix not with
each clay; Dispatch necessities: life hath a load which must be carried on, and safely
Yet keep those cares without thee,
let the heart Be God's alone, and choose the
To God, thy country, and thy friend be true;
If priest and people change, keep
thou thy ground. Who sells religion i; a Judas Jew; And, oaths once broke, the soul cannot be sound. The perjurer's a devil let loose:
what can Tie up his hands, that dares mock God and man?
Seek not the same steps with the
crowd; stick thou To thy sure trot; a constant, humble
Is both his own joy, and his Maker's too;
Let folly dust it on, or lag behind.
To all that seek thee bear an open heart;
Make not thy breast a labyrinth or trap;
If trials come, this will make good thy part.
For honesty is safe, come what can hap;
It is the good man's feast, the
prince of flowers, which thrives in storms, and smells
best after showers.
Spend not an hour so as to weep another.
For tears are not thine own; if thou giv'st words,
Dash not with them thy friend, nor heaven; oh, smother
A viperous thought; some syllables are swords. Unbitted tongues are in their presence double; They shame their owners, and their hearers trouble.
When night comes, list thy deeds;
make plain the way 'Twixt heaven and thee; block it not
with delays; But perfect all before thou sleep'st;
then say, "There's one sun more strung on my
bead of days." What's good score up for joy; the
bad well scann'd Wash off w ith tears, and get thy
Thy accounts thus made, spend in the
grave one hour Before thy time; be not a stranger
Where thou may'st sleep whole ages;
life's poor flower Lasts not a night sometimes. Bad
spirits fear This conversation; but the good
Entombed many days before he dies.