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With what sweet looks doth Thy love shine
Henry Vaughan. ' 1622 – 1695.
H O, that a watcher doth remain VV Beside a couch of mortal pain, Deems he can ever smile again?
Or who that weeps beside a bier
And yet anon and he doth start
O heart of ours ! so weak and poor,
While every sadder, wiser thought,
O Thou who dost our weakness know,
Grant Thou that we may long retain
Richard Chenevix Trench.
LIFE SPRINGING FROM DEATH.
THE seed must die before the corn appears 1 Out of the ground, in blade and fruitful ears.
Low have these ears before the sickle lain,
The grain is crushed before the bread is made,
O be content to die, to be laid low,
If thou upon God's table mayst be bread,
R. C. Trench.
A CITY THAT HATH FOUNDATIONS.
THEREFORE, O friend! I would not, if I might,
1 Rebuild my house of lies wherein I joyed One time to dwell; my soul shall walk in white,
Cast down, but not destroyed.
Therefore in patience I possess my soul;
Yea, therefore as a Aint I set my face,
But in a distant place.
The thorns are sharp, yet I can tread on them ;
The cup is bitter, yet He makes it sweet; My face is steadfast toward Jerusalem,
My heart remembers it.
I lift the hanging hands, the feeble knees, –
I, precious more than seven times molten gold, Until the day when from his storehouses
God shall bring new and old.
Beauty for ashes, oil of joy for grief,
Garment of praise for spirit of heaviness ; Although to-day I fade as doth a leaf,
I languish and grow less.
Although to-day He prunes my twigs with pain,
Yet doth His blood nourish and warm my root; . To-morrow I shall put forth buds again,
And clothe myself with fruit.
THROUGH night to light!— And though to mortal - eyes
Creation's face a pall of horror wear, Good cheer! good cheer! The gloom of midnight Aies ;
Then shall a sunrise follow, mild and fair.