The Spirit and the muse, hymns and other poems, with tr. from the Odes of Horace

And yet than you
More rich that dew,

Which from the throne

Of God comes down,

Causing to live,

Causing to thrive
Regions accurst,
Dying of thirst,

Men's hearts, within

Blasted with sin;

There fruits are found,

There flowers abound,

Life's fruits and flowers which glow

Where the quick streams of Paradise for ever flow.

LIVING WATERS.

St. Govor's Fountain, Kensington Gardens.

Not St. Govor, but the Lord
Doth this well-spring, man, afford;
Ere thou take the cup to drink,
Pause, and of the Giver think;
God, who bade the water flow,
Keeps it ever running so;
If it seem to thee but small,
'Tis enough for thee-for all:

All may come and quench their thirst,
Fares the last, as fares the first:
Winter, Summer, morn, or eve,

Never will this spring deceive,

From such mighty depths below
Doth it without ceasing flow:

Here's a draught, both fresh and clear,
For the beggar, for the peer;

Money is not here required,
Thankfulness alone's desired;
Nor for that its worth abate,
Not one drop couldst thou create:
What would all thy gold avail,
If God bade the water fail?
He alone can give, and he
Gives it without stint to thee
Take his gift, then, nor forget
There are better waters yet,
Precious, priceless, freely given,

Not of earth, sent down from Heaven,
Living waters which make whole
And refresh the thirsting soul:
Jesus is their Fountain-head,
Drink or else thy soul is dead.

THE FATHERLAND.

We, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new

earth."

What is the Fatherland?

"Tis not the land, as the Germans feign,

Where the Germans live, where the Germans reign; 'Tis not the land, which was held by our sires, With its peaceful homes and its hallowed spires; 'Tis not the poor little parcel of earth,

Which a man can name as the spot of his birth;
'Tis not the broadest inhabited space,

Which is owned, or is claimed, by a single race;
The Ocean does not encompass it round
With its foaming waves and its roaring sound;
They, who would give us a Fatherland so,
Give us a land but of change and of woe:
Whoso would know what the Fatherland is,
Must look in God's book at the promises;

That is the land, which in vision was shown,
Which to Abr'am and Isaac and Jacob was known,
A land, with milk and honey which flows,
A land, which no sin nor sorrow knows,
Which only by faith can be here possest,
Where the good men departed do find a rest,
Where a countless band of the heavenly host
Sing the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,
A land of joy and a land of love,

A true Fatherland in the Heavens above.

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