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Only that could make me poor of beauty which I dread
Sometimes, I know not why, save that it is
The one thing which I could not
bear, not bear Even with Ruth by me, even for
Ruth's sake — If this perpetual plodding with the
Should blind my fretted eyes!
ON THE LAKE.
A suMMEit mist on the mountain
heights, A golden haze in the sky, A glow on the shore of sleeping
And shadows lie heavily.
Far in the valley the town lies still, Dreaming asleep in the glare,
Dreamily near purs the drowsy rill, Dreams are afloat in the air.
Dreaming above us the languid sky, Dreaming the slumbering lake.
And we who rest floating listlessly. Say, love, do we dream or wake?
0 Happy glow, O sun-bathed tree, O golden-lighted river,
A love-gift has been given me,
I came upon you something sad, Musing a mournful measure,
Now all my heart in me is glad With a quick sense of pleasure.
I came upon you with a heart
And now it grows of you a part,
A smile into my heart has crept
New joy into my life has leapt,
O happy glow, O sun-bathed tree,
O golden-lighted river,
And which of you is giver?
Two maidens listening to the sea — The younger said "The waves are glad,
The waves are singing as they break."
The elder spake: "Sister, their murmur sounds to me
So very sad."
Two maidens looking at a grave — One smiled, "A place of happy sleep. It would be happy if I slept."
The younger wept: "Oh, save me from the rest you crave,
So lone, so deep."
Two maidens gazing into life —
The elder sighed: "It seems to me so vexed with strife.
So cold and bare."
Two maidens face to face with death: The elder said, " With quiet bliss Upon his breast I lay my head."
The younger said: "His kiss has frozen all my breath,
Must I be his?"
STANZAS FROM "THE TRUE USE OF MUSIC."
Listed into the cause of sin.
Why should a good be evil? Music, alas! too long has been
Pressed to obey the devil — Drunken, or lewd, or light, the lay
Flowed to the soul's undoing — Widened, and strewed with j, the w ay
Down to eternal ruin.
Who on the part of God w ill rise,
Innocent sound recover — Fly on the prey, and take the prize,
Plunder the carnal lover — Strip him of every moving strain,
Every melting measure — Music in virtue s cause retain,
Rescue the holy pleasure?
Come, let us try if Jesus' love
Will not as well inspire us; This is the theme of those above —
This upon earth shall fire us. Say, if your hearts are tuned to sing
is there a subject greater? Harmony all its strains may bring;
Jesus' name is sweeter.
THE ONLY LIGHT.
Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise. Triumph o'er the shades of night!
Day-spring from on high, be near!
Day-star, in my heart appear!
Dark and cheerless is the morn
Joyless is the day's return
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief!
Fill me, Radiancy Divine,
More and more Thyself display.
Shining to the perfect day.
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL.
Jesus, lover of my soul,
While the nearer waters roll,
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Safe into Thy haven guide —
O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none —
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone —
Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt Thou notregard my prayer? Lo! I sink. I faint, I fall —
Lo! on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand.
While I of Thy strength receive! Hoping against hope I stand —
Dying, and behold I live.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want —
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint.
Just and holy is Thy name —
I am all unrighteousness; False, and full of sin I am: —
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is
Grace to cover all my sin;
Make and keep me pure within.
Freely let me take of Thee; Spring Thou up within my heart —
Rise to all eternity.
COME, LET US ANEW.
Come, let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year, And never stand still, till the Master appear.
His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
Our life is a dream; our time, as a
stream, Glidas swiftly away; And the fugitive moment refuses to
The arrow is flown; the moment is
0 that each in the day of his coming
may say, "I have fought my way through;
I have finished the work thou didst
give me to do."
O that each, from his Lord, may re-
TrriNK not some knowledge rests with thee alone.
In vain the sea expostulates and raves;
Mysterious Night! when our first
parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard
thy name; Did he not tremble for this lovely
This glorious canopy of light and blue?
Yet 'neath the curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame,
Hesperus with the host of heaven came,
And lo! creation widened in man's view.
Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed
Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find.
While fly, and leaf, and insect lay revealed,
That to such countless orbs thou
madest us blind! Why do we, then, shun Death with
anxious strife ?— If Light can thus deceive, wherefore
Henry Kirke White.
TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE.
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!
Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
Was nursed in whirling storms,
Thee when young Spring first questioned Winter's sway,
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,
Thee on this bank he threw
In this low vale, the promise of the year.
Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale,
Unnoticed and alone,
So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms
Of chill adversity, in some lone walk Of life she rears her head, Obscure and unobserved;
While every bleaching breeze that on
her blows, Chastens her spotless purity of breast, And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life.
It is not that my lot is low,
In woods and glens I love to roam. When the tired hedger hies him home;
Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast.
Yet when the silent evening sighs.
The autumn leaf is sere and dead,
The woods and winds, with sudden wail,
Tell all the same unvaried tale; I've none to smile when I am free, And when I sigh, to sigh with me.
Yet in my dreams a form I view, That thinks on me, and loves me too:
I start, and when the vision's flown, I weep that I am all alone.
ODE TO DISArrOlNTMENT.
Come. Disappointment, come!
Not in thy terrors clad; Come in thy meekest, saddest guise; Thy chastening rod but terrifies The restless and the bad. But I recline Beneath thy shrine, And round my brow resigned, thy peaceful cypress twine.
Though Fancy flies away
Before thy hollow tread, Yet Meditation in her cell; Hears with faint eye the lingering knell.
That tells her hopes are dead; And though the tear By chance appear. Yet she can smile, and say, My all was not laid here.
Come. Disappointment, come! Though from Hope's summit hurled,
Still, rigid nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven
To wean me from the world; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.
What is this passing scene!
A peevish April day! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain,
And all things fade away. Man (soon discussed) Yields up his trust, And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust.
Oh, what is beauty's power?
It flourishes and dies; Will the cold earth its silence break, To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek
Beneath its surface lies?
The most beloved on earth
Then since this world is vain,
And volatile and fleet, Why should I lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts, and moth destroys,
And cares and sorrows eat? Why fly from ill With anxious skill. When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart be still?
Come, Disappointment, come!
Thou art not stern to me; Sad monitress! I own thy sway, A votary sad in early day, I bend my knee to thee. From sun to sun My race will run, I only bow and say, My God, Thy will be done.