There is no gloom on earth; for God above Chastens in love, Transmuting sorrows into golden joy Free from alloy. His dearest attribute is still to bless, And man's most welcome hymn is grateful cheerful ness. THE HEART'S SANCTUARY. FOR man there still is left one sacred charter; There is a solemn sanctuary founded By God himself; not for transgressors meant ; But that the man oppressed, the spirit wounded, And all beneath the world's injustice bent, Might turn from outward wrong, turmoil and din, To peace within! Andrews Norton. 1786-1853. THE DEPARTED SPIRIT. He has gone to his God; he has gone to his home, No more amid peril and error to roam; His eyes are no longer dim ; His feet will no more falter; No grief can follow him ; No pang his cheek can alter. There are paleness, and weeping, and sighs below; For our faith is faint, and our tears will flow; But the harps of heaven are ringing; Glad angels come to greet him, And hymns of joy are singing, While old friends press to meet him. O! honored, beloved, to earth unconfined, Thou hast soared on high, thou hast left us behind. But our parting is not forever, We will follow thee by heaven's light Where the grave cannot dissever The souls whom God will unite. SUBMISSION. My God, I thank Thee! may no thought But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom, That darkens o'er his little day. Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy various messengers employ; Let kneeling Faith adore Thy will. ON A FRIEND'S DEATH. Dost thou, amid the rapturous glow With which thy soul her welcome hears, Dost thou still think of us below, Of earthly scenes, of human tears? Perhaps e'en now thy thoughts return We framed no light or fruitless talk. How vivid still past scenes appear! We meet again! —A little while, John Bowring. MATINS AND VESPERS. I. LORD! when I seek Thy face, I feel the sprinkled dew Yes! I can feel that, though a clod I know not how the Eternal hand That whilst 'mid earth's strange scenes I stand, Bright visions of a better land Go with me still, where'er I go. |