Doth man herself in growing self-controul, And nerve her wing to bear the mighty flight, And cleanse her eye to stand the blaze of Heaven's light? Oh then, from the dark world, and worldly wile, In golden sweetness; while the monarch swain, Like rocks which hold the voice of their own sounding main. CONSOLATION. Blest Author of our better birth, But Thee to love, and do Thy will, In action prone to seek the feebler part, As streams the fountain speak, so action speaks the heart. 'Mid wounded friends when yesternight Thy Hand 'mid clouds and shades between, Remorse behind was telling o'er her fears, And 'neath a smiling eye the soul was full of tears. Thus have I seen the mountain Wye Steal from his alder canopy, To bask awhile in sunny vales His silver-glittering scales, The dimpled surface caught the living gleam, Then sought the shades again a cold and sombre stream. The bark all-wing to harbour hies; But where shall sinner flee? The wayward child with shame and grief opprest,His head where shall he hide, but in a Parent's breast? "Ye heavy-laden, come to me!" Ne'er voice that set a captive free,— Ne'er native strain to heart of exile stole, Dear words! still let me read you o'er, Dear words on you I rest, Henceforth I bow unto Thy chastening rod, And turn to Thy dread Cross, my Saviour and my God! REPOSE. Oh, let me not distrust Thee more! And meets us at each turn to bless: The rose-bud trusts the zephyr's wing, Thy love like light around us glows, The star doth climb Heav'n's crystal stair, To fill his grateful lamp with light; Earth feeds in fields of lucid air, And giveth back in verdure bright; The Sun at fountain of Thy beams Doth draw, and with life-giving streams; Still thro' our prison-house dark Fear Distrustful Fear, the child of guilt, With glad and golden plenteousness ;- The shades are varying while time's chain |