THE DEAD MAN OF BETHANY. "Where wert thou, brother, those four days?" There lives no record of reply, Which telling what it is to die, Had surely added praise to praise. From every house the neighbours met, A solemn gladness even crown'd The purple brows of Olivet. Behold a man raised up by Christ! He told it not; or something seal'd Alfred Tennyson. MARY AT THE TABLE. HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, With costly spikenard and with tears. Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, Oh, is there blessedness like theirs? Tennyson. THE HEART'S WITNESS TO GOD. THAT which we dare invoke to bless; Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; He, They, One, All; within, without; The Power in darkness whom we guess; I found Him not in world or sun, Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye; The petty cobwebs we have spun: If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, A warmth within the breast would melt No, like a child in doubt and fear: But that blind clamour made me wise; Then was I as a child that cries, But, crying, knows his father near; And what I seem beheld again What is, and no man understands; And out of darkness came the hands That reach thro' nature, moulding men. Tennyson. ONE BY ONE. ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not look at life's long sorrow; See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow, So each day begin again. ONE BY ONE. Every hour that fleets so slowly, Do not linger with regretting, Hours are golden links, God's token, Adelaide Procter. NOW. Rise! for the day is passing, The others have buckled their armour, Each man has some part to play; Rise! if the Past detains you, Her sunshine and storms forget; Cast her phantom arms away, Nor look back, save to learn the lesson Same. |