All things rejoice in youth and love, And learn from the soft heavens above Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth-it will not stay; Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. GOD'S-A CRE. I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. God's-Acre ! Yes, that blessèd name imparts Comfort to those who in the grave have sown The seed that they had garnered in their hearts, Their bread of life, alas, no more their own! Into its furrows shall we all be cast, In the sure faith that we shall rise again Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom, With that of flowers which never bloomed on earth. With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, This is the place where human harvests grow ! TO THE RIVER CHARLES. RIVER! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Four long years of mingled feeling, Thou hast taught me, silent River! Oft in sadness and in illness I have watched thy current glide, Till the beauty of its stillness Overflowed me, like a tide. And in better hours and brighter, When I saw thy waters gleam, Not for this alone I love thee, Nor because thy waves of blue From celestial seas above thee Take their own celestial hue. Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee, Friends I love have dwelt beside thee, More than this;-thy name reminds me Of three friends, all true and tried ; And that name, like magic, binds me Closer, closer to thy side. Friends my soul with joy remembers ! How like quivering flames they start, When I fan the living embers On the hearth-stone of my heart! "Tis for this, thou silent River! BLIND BARTIMEUS. BLIND Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd ;— he hears a breath Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth!" The thronging multitudes increase; Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd, "What wilt thou at my hands?" And he replies, "Oh, give me light! Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight!" And Jesus answers, "Yлayε Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε. Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see, In darkness and in misery, Recall those mighty Voices Three, Ἰησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ὕπαγε Ἡ πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε. |