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V E R S E S
ON VAR IOUS OCCAS IONS .
JOHN HENRY CARDINAL NEWMAN ,
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LONDON
L O N G M A N S, G R E E N, A ND c o .
AND NEW YORK : 15 EAST 16th STREET
1 889
A l l r ig !: i s r es e r ved
TO EDWARD BAUBLEY ESQ.
My DEAR BADELEY,
I have not been without apprehens ion les t
i n ded icat i ng to you a number of poetica l com
pos i t ions,I shou ld hard ly be making a su i tabl e
o ffering to a member of a grave profess ion,which
i s espec ial ly employed i n rubbing off the g loss
wi th‘
which imagi nat i on and sent imen t inves t
matters of every-day l i fe, and i n reduc ing state
ments o f fact to the i r l egi t i mate d imens i ons .
And , bes ides th is, misgivings have not un natura l ly
come over me on the previous quest ion ; viz .,
whether,after a l l
,the con ten ts of the volume are
of suffi cie nt importance to make i t an acceptabl e
o ffering to any fr i end whatever .
A nd I must frankly con fess,as to the latter
d ifficu lty,that certa in ly i t never wou ld have
o zcu rred to me thus formal ly to bri ng together
DEDICATION .
under one t i tl e effus ions wh ich I have ever con
sidered ephemeral , had I not lately found from
publ icat ions of t he day, what I never suspected
before,that there are cri t i cs
,and they strangers to
me,who th ink wel l both of some of my compos i
t ions and of my power of compos ing . I t i s th i s
commendat ion , bestowed on me to my surprise as
we l l as to my grat ificat ion , wh ich has encouraged
me just now to republ ish what I have from time
to t ime wri tten ; and i f, i n do ing so, I sha l l be
found,as i s not un l ikely
,to have formed a volume
of unequal meri t, my excuse must be, that I
despai r of d iscovering any standard by which to
d iscrim inate a r ight between one poet ica l attempt
and another. Accord ingly, I am thrown,from the
nature of the case, whether I wi l l or no, upon my
own j udgment,wh ich
,b iassed by the associat ions
of memory and by persona l feel i ngs,and measu r
i ng, perhaps, by the pleasure of ve rse—making,the
worth of the verse,i s d isposed e ither to preserve
them all,or to put them al l as ide.
Here another cont rast presen ts i tsel f between
the poetical art and the sc ience of law. Your
profess ion has i ts defin i tive authorit ies,i ts prescrip
DEDICAT ION .
t i o ns, its precedents, and i ts pr i nc ip les, by which to
determ ine the c la im of it s authors on publ i c a tten
t ion but what ph i l osopher w i l l undertake to ru le
matters of taste,or to br i ng under one i dea or
method works so d i fferen t from each other as
those of Homer,E schylu s, and P i ndar ; of
Terence,Ovid
,J uvenal
,and Mart ia l ? What
court i s s i tt ing,and what code i s rece ived
,for the
sat isfactory determ inat ion of the poet ica l preten
s i on s of wri ters of the day ? W'
hence can we hope
to ga i n a verd ict upon them,except from the
unsc ien t ific tr ibuna l s of Publ i c Opi n ion an d of
Time ? In Poetry,as i n Metaphys ics
,a book i s
of n ecess i ty a ven ture.
And now, com ing to the su i tableness of my
offering, I know wel l,my dear Badeley, how l itt l e
you wi l l be d isposed to cr i t i c ize what comes to
you from me,whatever be i ts i n tr in s i c va l ue.
Less s ti l l i n th i s case,con s ider ing that a chief
port ion of the vo lume grew out of that Re l ig ious
Movement wh ich you yourse l f, as wel l as I,s o
fa i thful ly fol lowed from fi rs t to last. And l east of
a l l,when I tel l you that I wish i t to be the poor
express ion,l ong-delayed
,of my grat i tude
,never
vi i i DEDICATION.
i n term itted , for the great servi ces which you
rendered to me years ago,by your legal sk i l l and
affectionate zeal, i n a serious matter i n which I
found myself in col l i s ion with the law of the land .
Those services I have ever des i red i n some publ ic,
however i nadequate,way to record ; and now, as
t ime hurr i es on and opportun i t ies are few, I am
forced to ask you to let me acknowledge my debt
to you as I can,s i nce I cannot as I would.
We are now,both of us
,i n the dec l ine of l i fe
may that warm attachment wh ich has lasted
between us i nviolate for so many years,be con
t inned,by the mercy of God , to the end of our
earth ly course,and beyond i t !
I am,my dear Badeley,
A ffect ionately yours,
J . H .N.
THE ORATORY ,December 2 1 , 1867 .
CONTENTS .
Sol itude
My Birthday
Paraphrase of Isaiah , ch . lx iv
To F . W . N . on h is Birthday
Nature and Art
Introdu ction to an Album
Snapdragon
The Trance ofT ime
Conso lations in Bereavement
A P ictu re
My Lady Nature and her Daugh ters
Opu scu lum
A Vo ice from afar
The H idden Ones
A Thanksgiv ing
Monks
Ep iphany-Eve
The W inter F lower
K ind Remembrances.
Seeds in the Air
x CONTENTS.
XX I . The P ilgrimXX I I . H ome
XX I I I . The Brand ofCainXX IV. Zeal and Love
XXV. Persecu tion
XXV I . Zeal and Purity
XXVI I . The G ift ofPerseveranceXXVI I I. The S ign ofthe Cross
XX IX. BondageXXX. The Scars ofSin
XXX I . Angel ic Gu idanceXXX I I. Substance and ShadowXXX I I I. WanderingsXXX IV. The Saint and the H ero‘ XXXV. Private JudgmentXXXV I . The Watchman
XXXVI I . The Is les ofthe S irensXXXVI I I . Absolu tionXXX IX . M emory
XL. The Haven
XLI . A Word in Season
XLI I . Fair Word s
XLI I I . EnglandXLIV. M oses
XLV. The Patient ChurchXLVI . Jerem iahXLVI I . Penance
XLV I I I . The Cou rse ofTru th. XLIX . Christmas withou t Christ
CONTENTS .
Sleeplessness
Abraham
The Greek Fathers
The W itnessThe Death ofM oses
Melch izedek .
Corcyra
Transfigu ration
Beh ind the Ve i l
J udgment
Sens itiveness
Dav id and JonathanH um i l iation
The Cal l ofDavid
A B l igh t
Joseph
Superstition
R everses
IIope
St. Pau l at Mel ita
Mess ina
Warn ings
Dreams
Temptation
O ur Fu tu re
H eath enism
Taorm ini
Sympathy
x i
CONTENTS.
LXX IX . Rel ics ofSaints
LXXX . Day-Labou rers
LXXX I . Warfare
Lx x x u . Sacri lege
Lx x x m . L iberal ism
LXXX IV. Declens ion
LXXXV. The Age to Come
LXXXVI . E xternal Re l igion
LXXXVI I . S t. Gregory Nazianzen .
LXXXVI I I . The Good Samaritan
LXXX IX. Reverence
XC. The P il lar ofthe Cloud
XCI. Samaria
xc i i . JonahXCI I I . Faith against S ight
XCIV. Desol ation
XCV . Zeal and Patience
XCVI . The Rel igion ofCain
x cvu . St. Pau l
XCV I I I . F lowers withou t Fru itXCIX . Zeal and M eekness
C . Vexations
CI. The Church in Prayer
CI!. The Wrath to Come
CI I I . Pu s i llanimity
CIV . James and John
CV . Hora Nov issima
CV I. Progress ofUnbel ief
CV I I . Consolation
CONTENTS. x i i i
CVI I I . U zzah and Obed-Edom
CIX. The Gift ofTongues
CX. The Power ofPrayer
CXI. Sem ita Ju storum
CX I I . The E lements
CX I I I . Apostasy
CX IV. Judaism
CXV . Separation ofFr iendsCXV I . The Priestly Office
cx vn . Morn ing
CXV I I I . Evening
CX IX. A Herm itage .
CXX. The Married and the S ingle
CXX I . Intercess ion ofthe Saints
CXX I I . Waiting for the Morn ing
CXX I I I . Hymn for Matins, S undaycx x w . d itto
cxxv. d itto
cxxvi . d itto
c x x vu . d itto
CXXV I I I . d itto
CXX IX . d itto
CXXX . d itto
CXXX I . Hymn for Lauds,cx x x n . d itto
cx x x m . d itto
cx x x w . d itto
cxxxv. d itto
CXXXVI. d itto
x iv CONTENTS.
Hymn for Lauds , Fridayd itto Satu rday
H ymn for Prime
H ymn for Terce
Hymn for Sext
Hymn for None
Hymn for Vespers,d itto
d itto
d itto
d itto
d itto
d itto Satu rday
Hymn for Compl ine
Hymn for F irst Vespers, AdventHymn for Matins dz
'
tto
H ymn for Lauds ditto
H ymn for Matins , Transfigu ration
Hymn for Land s
H ymn for a Martyr
Hymn for a Confessor Bishop
E thelwald
Cand lemas
The P ilgrim Queen
Th e M onth ofMary
The Queen ofSeasons
Valentine to a Little G irl
S t. Ph il ip Neri in h is M iss ion
St. Ph i lip in h imself
CONTENTS .
St. Ph i l ip in his God
Guard ian Ange l
The Go lden Prison
Heathen G reece
A Martyr Convert
St. Ph i l ip in his Schoo l .
St. Ph il ip in h is Disc iple s
For the Dead
To Edward Caswall
The Two \Vorlds
St. M ichael
The Dream ofGerontiu s
APPENDIX 1 .
1 . Ad Vesperas
II. Ad Lau des
APPENDIX II.
I . P rologu s in Phorm ionem
Trans lat ion ofthe above
Prologu s in Pincernam
Prologus in Andriam
XV
V ERSES
ON VAR IOUS OCCAS IONS .
4 SOLITUDE .
And hence perchance the tal es ofsa in ts who vicw’
d
And heard Angel ic Cho i rs in sol i tude .
By most unheard,—because the earth ly d in
O f to i l or m irth has Charms the i r ears to win .
A las for man he knows not of the bl iss,
The heaven that brightens such a l i fe as th is .
Ox ford . Afz'
c/zaelmas Ta m , 18 18.
MY BI RTHDAY. 5
MY B I RTHDAY.
LET the sun summon all h i s beams to ho ld
Bright pageant i n h is cou rt,t he C l oud -paved sky
Earth trim her fie lds and l eaf her copses co ld
Ti l l the du l l month wi th summer-sp lendours vi e .
I t i s my B irthday — and I fai n wou ld try,
A lbe i t i n rude,i n heartfel t stra i n s to pra i se
My God , for He hath sh ie lded wondrously
From harm and envious error a l l my ways,
And pu rged my mi sty s igh t,a nd fixed on heaven
my gaze .
Not in that mood,i n wh ich the i n se nsate c rowd
Of weal thy fo l ly hai l the i r natal day,
\Vi th riot th rong, and feast, and greet i ngs lo ud ,
Chas i ng al l thoughts of God and heaven away.
Poor i nsect ! feeb ly daring,
'
mad ly gay,
\Vhat j oy because the fu l ness o f the yea r
Marks thee for greedy death a r iper p rey
I s not the s i len ce of the grave too near ?
V iewest thou the end wi th glee, meet scen e for
harrowing fear P
6 MY BI RTHDAY.
3.
Go then,i n fatuate ! where the fest ive hal l ,
The curious board,the obl ivious w i ne i nvi te ;
Speed w i th obsequ ious haste at Pleasure ’s cal l,
And wi th thy revels scare the far-spen t n ight .
Joy the e , that C learer dawn upon thy s ight
The gates of death —and pride thee i n thy sum
Of gu i l ty years,and thy i ncreas ing wh ite
O f locks i n age untimely fro licksome,
Make much of thy brief span,few years are yet to
come 1
4.
Yet wiser such,than he whom blank despai r
And fostered grief’s unga in fu l to i l ens lave ;
Lodged i n whose furrowed brow thrives fretful care,
Sour graft of bl ighted hope who,when the wave
Of evi l rushes,yie lds
,—yet C laims to rave
A t hi s own deed,as the stern wi l l of heaven .
I n sooth agai n st h i s Maker id ly brave,
Whom e ’en the creature-world has tossed and
driven,
Curs ing the l i fe he mars,
a boon so k indly given .
Is l ife aboon so kind ly given,”&c.,v ide C/zx
'
tdeH arold,
Canto ii.
MY BI RTHDAY. 7
5 .
He dreams of m isch ief ; and that brainborn ill
Man ’s open face bears i n h i s j eal ous v i ew .
Fai n wou l d he fly h is doom that doom i s still
H is own black thoughts,and they must
pu rsue.
Too proud for merrimen t,or the pu re dew
Soft gl is ten i ng on the sympath i s ing cheek
As some dark,lon ely
,evi l-natu red yew
,
Whose po isonous fru i t—so fabl ing poets speak
Beneath the moon ’s pale gleam the m id n ight
d oth seek .
6 .
No give to m e,Great Lord
,the co nstan t soul ,
Nor fooled by'
p leasure nor enslaved by care
Each rebel -pass i on (for Thou canst) con trou l ,
And make me k now the tempter’s every snare .
What,though a lone my sober hours I wear,
NO friend in view,and sadn ess o ’ er my min d
Throws her dark vei l P—Thou bu t accord th i s
prayer,
And I wi l l b l ess Thee fo r my bi rth, and find
That st i l l n ess breathes sweet tones,and so l i tude i s
k i nd .
8 MY BI RTHDAY.
7 .
Each coming year, 0 gran t i t to refine
A ll purer mot ion s of th is anx ious breas t ;
Kindle the steadfast flame of love d ivin e,
And comfort me wi th ho l ier thoughts possest
Ti l l th i s worn body slowly s i nk to rest,
Th i s feeble spi ri t to the sky asp i re,
A s some l ong-pri soned dove toward her nest
There to rece ive the gracious fu l l -toned lyre,
Bowed low befo re the Thron e ’mid the bright
seraph cho i r.
Ox ford . Fobrzzary 2 I ,
l Th e d iction of these Verses has been altered in some
places at a later date.
PARAPIIRASE OF ISAIAII, GIIAP. LXIV. 9
PARAPHRASE
OF ISAIAII, CHAP. LXIV .
O THAT Thou wouldes t re nd the breadth of sky,
That ve i l s Thy presen ce from the sons of men
O that,as ers t Thou camest from on h igh
Sudden in strength,Thou so wou ld ’s t come agai n !
Track’
d ou t by j udgments was Thy fie ry path ,
Ocean and mounta i n wi the ring i n Thy wrath
Then wou ld Thy name the J ust,the Merc i fu l
Strange dub ious attributes to human m ind,
Appal Thy foes and,k ings, who spurn Thy ru le,
Then,t hen wou ld quake to hopeless doom
cons ign’
d .
See,the stout bows
,an d totters the secu re
,
Whi le p leasu re ’s bondsman h ides h i s head impure
IO PARAPIIRASE
Come down ! for then shal l from its seven brigh t
springs
To h im who th i rsts the draught of l i fe be given
Eye hath no t seen,ear hath not heard the th ings
Wh ich He hath purposed for the he irs ofheaven,
A God of love , gu id ing with grac ious ray
Each meek rej o ic ing p ilgrim on h is way .
Y ea,though we err, and Th ine averted face
Rebukes the fol ly in Th ine Israe l done,
Wi l l not that hour of chast isemen t give place
To beams,the pledge of an eternal sun ?
Yes for H is counse ls to the end endure ;
We shal l be saved,our rest abideth sure .
Lord , Lord our s i ns our s ins unclean are we ,
Gross and corrupt ou r seem ing-v i rtuous deeds
A re but abom inate all,dead to Thee
,
Shrivel,l i ke leaves when summer ’s green recedes
Whi le,l ike the autumn blast
,our lusts arise
,
And Sweep the i r prey where the fel l serpent l ies .
None,there i s none to plead wi th God i n prayer
,
Brac i ng h is laggart sp i r i t to' the work
1 2 TO F. w. N.,
TO F . W. N .
A BI RTHDAY OFFERING.
DEAR Frank,th i s mom has u sher
’
d i n
The manhood of thy days ;
A boy no more,thou must begin
To choose thy future ways
To brace thy arm, and n erve thy heart,
Fo r mai n tenance of a noble part .
And thou a voucher fai r hast given,
Of what thou wi l t achieve,
E re age has d immed thy sun-l i t heaven ,
In weary l i fe ’s ch il l eve ;
Shou ld Sovere ign Wisdom i n i ts grace
Vouchsafe to thee so long a race .
My brother,we are l i n k ’d with cha i n
That t ime shal l n e’er destroy
Together we have been in pain,
Together now in joy ;
A BIRTHDAY OFFERING. I 3
For duly I to share may C la im
The presen t br ightness of thy name,
My brother,
’ t i s n o recen t t i e
Wh ich bi nds our fates i n one ,
E’
en from our tender i n fan cy
The twi s ted thread was spun
Her deed,who stored i n her fond m ind
Our forms,by sacred love enshri ned .
In her affect ion a l l had share,
A ll s ix,she loved them all
Yet on her early-chosen Pai r
D id her fu l l favour fal l ;
And we became her d earest theme,
Her wak i ng thought,her n ight ly dream .
Ah brother,sha l l we e ’er forget
Her love,her care
,her zeal
We cannot pay the count less debt,
But we must ever fee l
For through her earnestness were shed
Prayer-pu rchased bless i ngs on our head .
Ofcou rse the allu s ion is not to the au thor’
s mother a
mother has no favou rites.
To P . w. N. ,
Though i n the end of days she stood,
And pai n and weakness came,
Her force of thought was unsubdued,
H e r fi re Oflove the same
And e ’en when memory fail’d i ts part,
We sti l l kept lodgmen t i n her heart.
And when her Maker from the thral l
Of flesh her sp ir i t freed,
No sufferi ng compan ied the cal l.
—In m ercy ’ twas decreed,
One moment here, the next she trod
The viewless mans i on of her God .
Now then at length she i s at rest,
And,after many a woe
,
Rej o ices i n that Saviour bles t
Who was her hope below
Kept t i l l the day when He shal l own
H i s sai n ts before H is Father’s throne .
SO i t i s left for us to prove
H erprayers were not i n vain
And that God ’s grace-accord ing love
Has come as gentle ra in,
A B IRTHDAY OFFERING. I
VVhiCh , fal l i ng i n the vernal hour,
Tints the young leaf,perfumes the flower.
Dear Frank,we both are s ummon
’
d now
A s Champion s of the Lord
Enro ll’
d am I,and shortly thou
Must buck le on thy sword
A h igh emp loy, nor l ightly given ,
To serve as messengers of heaven
Deep i n my heart that gi ft I h ide ;
I Change i t n ot away
For patr iot-warr i or ’s hour of pride,
Or statesman ’s t ranqu i l sway
For poet ’ s fi re,or p leader ’ s sk i l l
To p ierce the sou l an d tame the w i l l .
O may we fo l low u nd ismay’d
\Vhere’
er ou r God sha l l cal l
And may H is Sp i r it'
s p resen t a id
Uphold us l est we fal l '
Ti l l i n the en d of days we stand,
As v i c tors i n a d eath less land .
Cfiz’
su n’
cfi. j une 27 , 1 826.
NATURE AND ART.
NATURE ART.
FOR AN ALBUM .
MAN goeth forth with reckless trust
Upon h i s weal th of m ind,
As ifin sel f e th ing of dust
Creat ive sk i l l m ight find
He schemes and to i l s ; stone, wood , and
Subject or weapon of hi s power.
By arch and sp i re , by tower-girt he ights,
He wou ld h is boast fu lfi l
By marb le b i rths, and m im ic l ights ,
Yet lacks one secret st i l l
Where i s the master-hand shal l give
To breathe,to move
,to Speak, to l ive P
Psalm civ. [ciiij 23 .
NATURE AND ART.
O take away th is shade of m ight,
The puny to i l o f man ,
And l e t great Natu re i n my s ight
Un rol l he r gorgeous plan
I canno t bear tho se su l len wal l s,
Those eye less towers, those tongue less
A rt ’s labour ’d toys of h ighest name
A re nerve less,co ld
,and dumb
And man i s fi t ted but to frame
A co ffi n or a tomb
“fe l l s u i ts,when sense has pass
’
d away,
Such l ife l ess work the l i fe less c lay
Here l et me s i t where wooded h i l ls
Sk i rt y on far-reachi ng plai n ;
\Vh ile catt le bank i ts wind ing r i l l s,
And sun s embrown its grai n ;
Such prospect i s to me r ight dear,
For freedom,heal th
,and joy are here.
There i s a sp i ri t rangi ng through
The earth,the st ream
,the a i r
Ten thousand shapes, garbs ever new,
That busy One doth wear
I7
1 8 NATURE AND ART.
In colour,scent
,and taste
,and sound
The energy of Life i s found .
The leaves are rustl ing i n the breeze,
The bird renews her song
From field to brook , o’er heath
,o ’er trees
,
The sunbeam gl ides along ;
The i nsect,happy in i ts hour
,
Floats soft ly by,or s ips the flower.
Now dewy rai n d escends , and now
Brisk Showers the welk in shroud
I care not,though with angry brow
Frowns the red thunder-cloud
Let hai l-storm pelt, and l ightn ing harm ,
’Tis Nature ’s wo rk , and has i ts char’m .
Ah l ovely Natu re ! others dwel l
Ful l favou r’d i n thy court
I of thy sm i les but hear them tel l,
And feed on thei r report,
Catch i ng what g l impse an U l combe
To strangers lo itering in her fields.
20 INTRODUCT ION TO AN ALBUM .
INTRODUCT ION
TO AN ALBUM.
I a harp ofmany chords,and each
Strung by a separate hand —most musical
My notes,d iscours ing wi th the mental sense
,
No t the o utward ear. Try them,they w i l l reply
wisdom,fancy
,gracefu l gai ety
,
Or ready wi t,o r happy sent iment .
Come,add a stri ng to my assort of sou nds ;
\Viden the compass ofmy harmony
A nd jo i n thyse lf i n fel lowsh ip ofname
With tho se,whose courteous labour and fai r gifts
Have given me vo ice, and made me what I am .
Apr i l, 1827 .
SNAPDRAGON.
SNAPDRAGON .
A R IDDLE
FOR A FLOWER BOOK .
I rooted i n the wal l
Of bu ttress ’d towe r o r anc ient hal l
Prison’
d i n an art-wrought bed ,
Cased i n mortar,cramp
’
d with lead ;
Ofa l iv ing stock alon e
Brother Of the l i fe less sto ne .
E lse unpri zed,I have my worth
On the spot that gives me bi rth
Natu re ’s vas t and var ied field
Braver flowers than me w i l l y ie ld,
Bold i n form and r ich i n hue,
Chi ld ren ofa purer dew
Sm i l i ng l ips and winn ing eyes
M eet for earth ly parad ise .
2 I
SNAPDRAGON.
Choice are such ,—and yet thou knowest
H ighest he whose lot i s lowest.
They,proud hearts
,a home reject
Framed by human arch i tect
Humb le-I can bear to dwe l l
Near the pal e recluse ’s cel l,
And I spread my crimson bloom,
M i ngled with the clo ister ’s gloom .
Life ’s gay gifts and honours rare,
Flowers of favour wi n and wear !
Rose of beauty,be the queen
I n pleasure ’s r ing and fest ive scene .
Ivy,C l imb and C l uster, whe re
Lord ly oaks vouchsafe a stai r.
Vaun t,fai r L i ly
,state ly dame
,
Pride ofbi rth and pomp of name .
M i ser Crocus,starved wi th cold
,
H ide i n earth thy t im id go ld .
Trave ll’
d Dah l ia,freely boast
Knowledge brought from foreign coast.
Pleasure,wealth
,bi rth
,knowledge
,power
,
These have each an emblem flower ;
SO for me alone remain s
Lowly thought and Cheerfu l pai ns .
SNAPDRAGON . 23
Be i t m ine to set restrai n t
O n roving wish and se lfish p lai n t
And for man ’s d rear haunts to leave
Dewy morn and balmy eve .
Be i t m i ne the barren ston e
To deck wi th green life not i ts own ,
5 0 to soften and to grace
Of human works the rugged face.
M i ne, the Unseen to d i splay
I n the crowded publ i c way,
Where l i fe ’s busy arts combi ne
To shut out the Hand D ivi ne .
Ah ! no more a scentless flower,
By approving Heaven ’s h igh power,
Sudden ly my leaves exhal e
Fragrance of th e Syrian ga l e .
Ah’t i s t ime ly comfort g iven
By the answeri ng breath of Heaven
May i t be then we l l m igh t I
I n Co l lege C lo i s ter l i ve and d i e .
U/oonzoe. October 2,1 82 7 .
24 THE TRANCE OF TI ME.
V III.
THE TRANCE OF T IME .
Fel ix , qu i potu it rerum cognoscere cau sas,
Atque me tu s omnes , et ine x orab ile fatum
S ubjecit ped ibus , strepitumqu e Acherontis avari
I N ch i ldhoo d,when w i th eager eyes
The season-measu red year I V iew ’
d,
A l garb’
d i n fai ry gu i se,
Pledged constancy of good .
Spring sang of heaven the summer flowers
Bade me gaze on,and d id not fade “
;
Even suns o ’
er autumn ’s bowers
Heard my strong wish,and stay
’
d .
They came and went,the short- l ived four
Yet,as the i r vary i ng dance they wove ,
To my young heart each bore
I ts own su re claim oflove .
TH E TRANCE OF T IME. 23
Far d i fferen t now —the wh i rl i ng
Vai n ly my d izzy eyes pursue
And i ts fai r t i nts appear
A ll b len t i n on e d usk hue.
l t y dwel l on r ich autumnal l ights ,
Spri ng-t ime,or w inter ’s soc ial r i ng P
Long days are fire -s i de n ights,
Brown au tumn i s fresh spr ing.
Then what th i s world to thee,my heart
I ts gi fts nor feed thee nor can bless .
Thou hast n o owner ’s part
I n all i ts fleetingness .
The flame,the storm, the quak ing ground ,
E arth ’s j oy,earth ’s terror
,nought i s th i n e
,
Thou must bu t hear the sound
Of the st i l l vo ice d ivi ne.
O price less art ! 0 pri ncely state
E ’en wh i le by sense of change oppres t,
With in to an tedate
Heaven ’s Age of fearless rest .
H {gli tz/00d . October, 1827 .
26 CONSOLATIONS IN BEREAVEMENT.
CONSOLAT IONS IN BEREAVEMENT.
DEATH was ful l urgent wi th thee,S ister dear,
And startl ing in h is speed
Brief pai n,then languor t i l l thy end came near
Such was the path decreed,
The hurri ed road
To l ead thy sou l from earth to th ine own G od’
s
abode.
Death wrought w ith thee,sweet maid
,impa
tiently
Yet merci fu l the haste
That baffles s ickness —dearest, thou d idst d ie,
Thou wast not made to taste
Death ’s b i tte rness,
Decl ine’s s low-wasting Charm,or fever
'
s fierce d is
tress.
28 CONSOLAT IONS IN BEREAVEMENT.
Death came and went -that so thy image m ight
Our yearn ing hearts possess,
A ssoc iate with al l p leasant thoughts and bright ,
\Vi th youth and love l i n ess ;
Sorrow can c laim ,
Mary,nor lot nor part i n thy soft sooth ing name .
J oy of sad hearts, and l ight o f downcast
Dearest thou art enshri ned
In all thy fragrance i n our memories
Fo r we must eve r find
Bare thought of thee
Freshen th is weary l i fe,whi le weary l i fe
April, 1828.
P ICTURE .
A P ICTURE .
The maiden is not dead , bu t sleepeth .
”
S IIE i s n ot gone —st i l l i n ou r s igh t
That deares t maid shal l l ive,
I n fe rm as true,i n t i n ts as bright ,
A s youth and heal th cou ld give .
Sti l l,st i l l i s ours the modest eye
The smi le u nwrought by art
The g lance that sho t so pierc i ngly
A ffeeti o n ’ s keenest dart
The thri l l i ng vo ice,I n e ’e r cou ld
0
But fe l t a j oy and pai n
A“prid e that she was ou rs
,a fear
Ours s he m ight not remai n
29
30 A P ICTURE .
Whether the page d ivi ne call’d forth
I ts c lear,sweet
,tranqui l tone
,
Or cheerfu l hymn,or seem ly m irth
In sprightl ie r measure shown
The meek inqu i ry of that face,
Mus ing on wonders fou nd,
As’r
'
u id d im paths she sought to trace
The truth on sacred ground
The thankfu l s igh that would ari s e,
When aught h er doubts removed,
Ful l sure the exp lai n ing voice to pri ze,
Adm iri ng wh i le she loved ;
The pens ive brow, the world m ight see
When she in crowds was found
The burst of heart,the o
’
erflowing glee
When on ly fr iends were round
Hope's warmth of promise,prompt to fi l l
The tho ughts wi th good i n store,
Match’
d wi th con t en t ’s deep stream, wh ich
Flow’
d on,when hope was o ’er ;
A P ICTURE. 3 I
That peace, wh ich , wi th i ts own bright day,
Made cheapest s ights sh i ne fai r ;
That purest grace,wh ich track ’
d i ts way
Safe from aught earth ly there .
Such was she i n the sudden hour
That brought her Maker ’s ca l l,
Proving her heart ’s sel f-master ing power
Bl i the ly to part w i th all,
All her eye loved,al l her hand press
’
d
With keen affect i on ’s glow,
The vo ice of home,all pleasures best
,
A ll deares t though ts be low.
From fri end- l i t hearth,from soc ial board ,
A ll duteous ly she rose
For fai th upon the Master’s word ‘
Can fi nd a sure repose.
And i n her wonder up She sped,
And tried re l i e f i n va i n
Then lai d her down upon her bed
Of languor and of pai n,
A P ICTURE.
And wai ted t i l l the so lemn spel l,
(A ling’
ring n ight and day,)
Should fi l l i ts numbe rs,and compe l
H er sou l to come away.
Such was she then and such she is,
Shrined in each mourner’s breast ;Such sha l l she be
,and more than th is
,
In promised glory blest ;
Wh en i n due l ine s her Saviour dear
H is scatter’d sai n ts Shal l range,
And kn i t i n love souls parted here,
\Vhere c loud is none, nor change .
A 11gu st, 181 8 .
MY LADY NATURE AND HER DAUGHTERS. 3 3
MY LADY NATURE AND H ER
DAUGHTERS .
LADIES, wel l I deem ,de l ight
I n comely t i re to move
Soft,and del i cate
,and bright,
A re the robes th ey love.
S i lks , where hues al ternate p lay,
Shawls,and scarfs
,and mantles gay ,
Gold,and gems
,and Cr i sped hai r
,
Fl i ng the i r l i ght o ’er lady fai r .’Tis not waste
,nor s i n fu l pr id e
,
- Name them not,nor fau lt bes ide
,
But her very Cheerfu ln ess
Prompts and weaves the curi ous d ress
Whi le her holy ‘ thoughts st i l l roam
M i d b i rth-fr iends an d scenes o f home.
1 V id . 1 Pet. i i i 5 ; and Cf. Gen. xx iv. 22,2
34 MV LADY NATURE
Pleased to please whose praise is dear,
G l i tters she ? she gl i tters there
And she has a pattern found her
In Nature ’s glowing world around her.
Nature l oves,as lady bright
,
I n gayest gu ise to sh ine,
All forms of grace,a l l t i nts oflight,
Fringe her robe d ivine .
Sun - l i t heaven,and ra i n-bow C loud
,
Changefu l main,and mountai n proud,
Branch ing t ree,and meadow green ,
A ll are d eck ’
d i n bro ider ’d sheen .
Not a bi rd on bough-propp’
d tower,
Insect s l im,nor t i ny flower
,
Stone,nor spar
,nor shel l of sea,
But i s fai r i n i ts degree .’Tis not pride
,th i s vaunt of beauty ;
Wel l sh e ’qui ts her trust of duty
And,amid her gorgeousstate,
Bright,and bland
,and del icate,
Ever beaming from her face
Pra ise of a Father ’s love we trace.
MY LADY NATURE
Not a s ight so fai r on earth,
As a lady ’s graceful m irth
Not a sound so Chas ing pai n ,
A s a lady ’s thri l li ng strai n .
No r i s Natu re l eft beh ind
In h er l ighter moods of m ind
Calm her d u t ies to fu lfi l,
In her glee a prattler st i l l .
Bi rd and beast of every sort
Hath i ts antic and i ts sport
Chattering brook,and danc ing gnat,
Subt le cry of even ing bat,
Moss u ncouth , and twigs grotesque,
These are Nature ’s p icturesque.
Where the b i rth of Poesy ?
I ts fancy and i ts fi re
Nature ’s earth,and sea
,and sky
,
Fe rvid thoughts i nsp i re.
Where do weal th and power find res t,
When hopes have fail’d , or toi l oppress’d ?
Parks, and lawns , and deer, and trees,
Nature ’s work,restore them ease .
AND HER DAUGHTERS.
Rare the r ich , the gi fted rare ,
l/Vhere shal l work-day soul s repa i r,
Unenn obled,unrefined
,
From the rude worl d and unk i nd
Who shal l fr i end the i r l owly lot ?
H igh-born Nature answers not .
Leave her i n her starry dome,
Seek we lady- l ighted home.
Nature ’m id the sphe res bears sway,
Lad ies ru le where hearts obey .
Feéruary 4, 1829 .
3 7
OPUSCULUM .
OPUSCULUM .
FOR A VERY SMALL ALBUM .
FA I R Cousin,thy page
is smal l to encage
the thoughts'
wh ich engage
the mind of a sage,
such as I am ;
’Twere i n teaspoon to take
the whole Genevese lake,
or a lap-dog to make
the whi te E lephant sac
-red in S iam .
Yet inadequate though
to the terms strange and so
-lemn that figure i n po
-lysyllabical row
in a treat ise
OPUSCULUM .
St i l l , true words and plain ,
of the heart,not the brai n
,
i n affect ionate stra in,
th i s book to conta i n
very meet i s .
So I prom ise to be
a good Cousi n to thee,
and to keep safe the se
c ret I heard,al though e
-v’ry one know i t ;
With a lyr ica l a i r
my k i n d thoughts I wou ld
and offer whate ’er
beseems the news,were
I a poet.
39
40 VO ICE FROM AFAR.
A VO ICE FROM AFAR .
VVEEP not for me
Be bl ithe as wont, nor t inge wi th gloom
The stream of love that C i rc les home,
Light hearts and free
J oy in the gi fts Heaven’s bounty lends ;
Nor miss my face,dear fr i ends !
I st i l l am near
Watch ing the sm i les I prized on earth,
Your converse m i ld , your blameless m i rth
Now too I hear
Of whisper’
d sounds the tale complete,
Low prayers, and mus ings sweet.
A VO ICE FROM AFAR . 4 !
A sea before
The Thron e i s spread —i ts pu re st i l l glass
Pi ctu res all earth -scenes as they pass.
We,on i ts shore,
Share,i n the bosom of our rest,
God ’s knowledge, and are blest.
H orsrpat/z. S eptember 29, 1829 .
42 THE H IDDEN ONES.
THE H IDDEN ONES .
H ID are the sai nts of God
Uncertified by h igh ange l i c S ign
Nor ra iment soft,nor emp ire ’s golden rod
Marks them d ivine .
Thei rs but the unbought air,earth ’s paren t sod
And the sun ’s sm i le ben ign
Chri st rears H is throne with in the secret heart,
From the haughty world apart.
They gleam amid the n ight,
Chi l l sluggish m ists s t ifl i ng the heaven ly ray ;
Fame chants the whi l e ,—old h istory trims h is l ight,
Aping the day ;
I n vai n ! sta id look, loud voice, and reason’
s m ight
Forcing i ts learned way,
Bl ind characters these aid us not to trace
Christ and H is pri nce ly race.
44 THE H IDDEN ONES.
pardon ’s sea l stands sure on David’
s brow,
Why Sau l and Demas fel l P
l est our fra i l hearts i n the anneal ing break,
Help,for Thy mercy’s sake
H orsepatlz. September , 1 829 .
THANKSG IVING.
A THANKSGIV ING .
Thou in faith fu lness hast affl icted me .
LORD,i n th is dus t Thy sovere ign voi ce
Fi rst qu ieken ’d l ove d ivi n e
I am al l Th ine,—Thy care and cho ice,
My very prai se i s Th in e .
I pra ise Thee,whil e Thy providence
I n ch i ldhood fra i l I trace,
For bless ings given,ere dawn ing sense
Could seek or scan Thy grace
B less ings in boyhood’
s marve l l ing hou r,
Bright d reams,and fancyings st range
Bless i ngs,when reason ’ s awfu l power
Gave thought a bo lder range
45
A THANKSG IVING .
Bless ings of friends,which to my door
Unask’
d,unhoped
,have come
And,cho icer st i l l
,a countl ess store
Of eager sm i les at home.
Yet,Lord
,i n memory ’s fondest place
I shrine those seasons sad ,
\Vhen,look ing up
,I saw Thy face
In k ind austereness c lad .
I wou ld notmi ss on e s igh or tear,Heart-pang
,or throbbi ng brow
Sweet was the chast i semen t severe,
And. sweet i ts memory now.
Yes let the fragran t scars abide,
Love-tokens i n Thy stead,
Fai n t shadows o f the spear-pierced
And thorn-encompass’d head
And such Thy tender force be st i l l,
When sel f wou l d swerve or stray,
Shaping to truth the froward wi l l
A long Thy narrow way.
A THANKSGIVING . 47
Deny me wea l th far, far remove
The lure of power or name ;
Hope thrives i n stra i ts,i n weakness love
,
And fa i th i n th i s world ’ s shame .
October 20, 1829 .
MONKS.
MONKS .
FOR ANOTHER SMALL ALBUM .
(With lines on izz'
zzges tofit it.)
WHY,dear Cous in
,
A sk for verses,
when a poet’s
fount of song i s
Or,i f aught be
there,
Harsh and chi l l,i t
i l l may touch the
hand of lady
fai r.
Who can perfumed waters
bring
From a convent
MONKS.
Monks i n the olden
t ime,
They were rhymesters ?
they were rhymesters,
but i n Lat in
rhyme .
Monks in the days of
ol d
Lived in sec ret,
i n the Chu rch ’ s
k i nd ly-she l ter ing
fo ld .
No bland med i tators
they
Of a courtly
They had vi s ions
bright
they had vi s i on s,
yet not sent i n
s l umbers so ft and
MONKS .
No a lesson
stern
Fi rst by vigi ls,
fast,and penance
theirs i t was to
learn .
thei r so ul-ennobl i ng
gain,
wrought out by
pai n.
When from home they
stirr’d,
Sweet thei r voi ces
sti l l,a bless ing
c losed the i r merriest
wo rd
And the i r gayest
Told of mus ings
sol i tary,
and the hal low’d
A BI RTHDAY OFFERING .
BIRTHDAY gifts,with the early year,
Lo we bring thee,Mary dear
Praver and prai se upon thy death
Twined together i n a wreath,
Grief and gladness,such as may
Suit a so lemn hol iday.
Christmas snow,for maiden ’s b loom
Blanched i n wi nter ’s sudden tomb
Christmas berries,His red token
‘Nho that grave’s stern seal hath broken
These for thee the fai thful heart,
Due memen to s,sets apart.
’Twas a fast , that Eve of sorrow,
H erald ve il’d of glor ious morrow.
Speechless we sat and watch’
d,to know
A BI RTHDAY OFFERING.
How i t would be but t ime moved
A lon g that day of sacred woe .
Then came the Feast,and we were
Bravely of ou r bes t to bri ng,
Myrrh,and frank i ncense, and go ld,
A s our tri bute to ou r K ing .
Dearest,gentlest
,purest
,best
Deep i s thy myster ious rest,
Now the solemn hours are ove r
And the Angels rou nd thee hover,
With the fann ing of the i r wi ngs
Keepi ng t ime to on e who s ings
Of h igh themes conso latory,
Of the A ll- l ovi ng and H is glo ry,
Of the age that has no end ing,
Of the day of thy ascend ing
From those shades of parad ise
To the bright superna l sk ies.
Th inkest of us,dearest, ever
Ah so be i t no ught can sever
Sp i ri t and l i fe,the past and presen t
,
St i l l we y ie ld thee mus ings pleasant.
53
54 EPIPHANY-EVE .
—God above,and we be low
So thought ranges,to and fro .
He, i n sooth , by tutorings mi ld ,
From the rude c lay shaped H is Ch i ld,
Fiery tria l, angu ish Ch i l l,
Served not he re H is secret w i l l
But H is voice was low and tender,
And so true was thy surrender,
That the work i n haste was done,
Grace and nature blent i n one .
Harm less thus,and not unmeet,
To k iss the dear prin ts of thy feet,
Trac i ng thus the narrow road
All must tread, and Chris t has trod .
Lovel iest, meekest, bl i thest, kindest !
Lead we seek the home thou findest
Though thy name to us most dear,
Go we would not have thee here.
Lead,a gu id i ng beacon bright
To trave l lers on the Eve of Light .
Welcome aye thy Star before us,
Bring i t grief or gladness o ’er us
Keen regret and tearful yearn ing,
A BI RTHDAY O FFERING . 55
Whi les unfe l t,and Wh i les re turn i ng
Or more gracious thoughts abid ing,
Fever-quel l ing , sorrow-Ch id i ng
Or,when day-l ight bless i ngs fai l
,
Transport fresh as sp ice-fraught ga le,
Sparks from thee,wh ich oft have l ighted
Weary heart and hope ben ighted .
I th i s monumen t wou ld ra ise,
Distan t from the publ ic gaze .
Few wi l l see i t —few e ’er knew thee
But the i r beat i ng h earts pu rsue thee,
And thei r eyes fon d thoughts betoken ,
Though thy name be se ldom spoken .
Pass on,stranger
,and desp ise i t
These w i l l read,and these w i l l pr ize i t.
j anuary 5, 1830
THE WINTER FLOWER.
XVI I I .
THE W INTER FLOWER.
A BI RTHDAY OFFERING .
(For M u s ic.)
BLOOM,beloved Flower
Unknown —’t i s no matter.
Courts gl i tter bri ef hour,
Crowds can but flatter.
Plants i n the garden
See best the Sun ’s glory
They m iss the green sward i n
A conservatory.
—PRIZED WHERE’ER KNOWN .
Sure th i s i s a b less i ng,
Outrings the loud tone
Of the du l l world ’s caress ing.
December
K IND REMEMBRANCES.
X I X .
K IND REMEMBRANCES .
’
TIS long, dear Ann i e, s i nce we
Yet deem not that my heart,
For a l l that absence,can forget
A k i n sman ’s p ious part.
How oft on thee, a sufferer m i ld,
My k ind ly thoughts I turn,
He knows,upon whose a ltar p i led
The prayers of supp l ian ts bu rn .
I l ove thy name,adm iri ng a l l
Thy sacred heaven-sen t pa i n
I love i t,for i t seems to cal l
The Lost to earth aga in .
Can I forget,s/ze to thy need
Her m in is try suppl ied ,
Who now,from mortal d uty freed ,
Serves at the V i rgi n ’s s i de ?
57
K IND REMEMBRANCES.
What would ’st thou more P Upon
A two-fold grace i s pou r’
d
Bo th i n thyself, and for the dead,
A witness of thy Lord
60 SEEDS IN THE AIR .
Where the chance-seed
I s p iously nursed,
Brighter succeed
I n the path of the first.
One s ighs to the Muse,
Or the sweet n ight ingal e,
One s ips the n ight-dews
Which moon -beams exhale.
A ll th i s is a fiction
I never cou ld find
A su itable frict ion
To frenzy my mind .
What use are empirics ?
NO gas on their Shelf
Can make one spout lyr ics
Dartz'
ngton .
In sp i te of onese l f !
1 8, 183 1 .
THE P ILGRIM . 6 1
XXI .
TH E P ILGRIM.
FOR AN ALBUM .
THERE stray’
d awh i l e,amid the woods of Dart,
One who cou l d l ove them,but who durst not love .
A vow had bound h im,n e ’er to give h i s heart
To streamlet bright,or soft secluded grove .
’Twas a hard humbl i ng task,onwards to move
H is easy-captu red eye s from each fai r spot,
With u nattach’
d and lone ly s tep to rove
O'
er happy meads,wh ich soo n its pri n t forgot
Yet kept he safe h i s pl edge, pri z i ng h i s p i lgr i m - lot.
Dartz'
ng ton . 211/ 2 I . 1 83 1
6 2 HOME.
x x 11.
HOME .
W HERE ’ER I roam in th is fa ir Engl ish land,
The vi s ion of a Temple meets my eyes
Modest wi thout ; wi thin, a l l-glor ious ri se
I ts love-enclu ster’d columns, and expandThei r slender arms . Like ol ive-plan ts they stand
,
Each answ ’
ring each , i n home’s soft sympath ies
,
S isters and brothers . A t the al tar s ighs
Parental fondness, and with anx ious hand
Tenders i ts offer ing of young vows and prayers .
The same , and not the same, go where I wi l l ,
The vis ion beams ten thousand shrines,al l one .
Dear fert i l e so i l what fore ign cu l ture bears
Such fru i t And I through d i stant c l imes may run
My weary round,yet m iss thy l ikeness sti l l .
November 1 6, 1832
THE BRAND OF CAI N . 6 3
XXI I I .
THE BRAND OF CA IN .
I BEAR upon my brow the s ign
Of sorrow and of pa i n
A las n o hopefu l c ross i s m ine,
I t i s the brand of Cai n .
The course of pass ion,and the fre t
Of god less hope and fear,
Toi l,care
,and gu i l t
,—the i r hues have
And fix’
d the i r stern ness there .
Saviour wash o u t the impri n ted shame ;
That I no more may p ine,
S i n ’s martyr,though not meet to c la im
Thy cross,a sai n t of Thi ne .
November 18, 183 2 .
64 ZEAL AND LOVE.
XXIV.
ZEAL AND LOVE .
AND would ’st thou reach, rash scholar m in e ,
Love ’s high unruffled state P
Awake thy easy dreams res ign,
First learn thee how to hate
Hatred of s in,and Zeal
,and Fear
,
Lead up the Ho ly H i l l
Track them,t i l l Chari ty appear
A sel f-den ial st i l l .
Dim is the phi losophic flame,
By thoughts severe un fed
Book- lore ne ’er served,when tr ia l came
,
Nor gifts,when faith was dead .
Afar/ember 20 , 1 83 2 .
PERSECUT ION .
XXV .
PERSECUT ION .
And the woman fled into the wi lderness .
SAY ,who i s h e i n deserts seen
,
Or at the twi l igh t hour P
Of garb austere,and dauntless m ien
,
Measured i n speech,i n purpose keen
,
Calm as i n Heaven he had been ,
Yet bl ithe when peri ls lower.
My Holy Mother made rep ly,
Dear ch i ld,i t i s my Priest.
The world has cast me forth,and I
Dwel l wi th wi l d earth and gusty sky ;
He bears to men my mandates h igh,
And works my sage behest .
66 PERSECUTION.
Another day, dear ch i ld , and thou
Shal t j o in h is sacred band .
Ah wel l I deem,thou shrinkest now
From urgent rule,and severi ng vow
Gay hopes fl i t round , and l ight thy brow
Time hath a tam ing hand !
Nor/ezzzber 22,183 2.
6 8 THE GIFT OF PERSEVERANCE.
XXVI I .
THE G IFT OF PERSEVERANCE .
ONCE,as I brooded o
’er my gu i lty state ,
A fever se ized me, dutie s to devise,
To buy me interest i n my Saviour ’s eyes
Not that H is love I would extenuate,
But scou rge and penance,maste rfu l se l f-hate
,
Or gi ft of cost,served by an art ifice
To quel l my rest less thoughts and envious s ighs
And doubts,which fai n heaven’s peace would ante
date .
Thus as I tossed , He said E’en ho l i est deeds
Shroud not the soul from God , nor soo the i ts needs
Deny thee th ine own fears,and wai t the end l ”
Ste rn lesson Let me con i t day by day,
And learn to kneel before the Omn isc i en t Ray ,
Nor Shri nk , when Truth’s avenging shafts descend
Not/ember 23 , 183 2.
T I I E S IGN OF T I I E CROSS. 69
XXVI I I .
THE S IGN OF THE CROSS .
VVHENE’ER across th is s i n fu l flesh of m ine
I draw the Holy S ign,
A ll good thoughts st i r wi th in me , and renew
Thei r s lumbering strength d ivi n e
T i l l the re spri ngs up a courage high and true
To suffer and to do.
And who shal l say, but hatefu l sp ir i ts arou nd ,
For thei r br ie f ho ur u nbound ,
Shudder to see,and wa i l the i r overthrow P
Whi le on far heathen ground
Some lonely Sai n t ha i ls the fresh odour,though
I ts source he cannot know .
November 25, 183 2 .
BONDAGE.
x x 1x .
BONDAGE .
O PROPHET,te l l me not ofpeace ,
Or Christ ’s a l l- l oving deeds
Death only can from S in rel ease,
And death to judgmen t leads .
Thou from thy birth hast set thy face
Toward s thy Redeemer Lord
To tend and deck H is ho ly place,
And note H is secret word .
I n e’e r shal l reach Heaven ’s glorious
Yet haply tears may s tay
The purpose ofH is i nstant wrath,
And slak e the fiery day.
BONDAGE . 7 1
Then p lead for o ne who can not pray,
Whose fa ith i s bu t despai r,
Who hates h i s heart, nor puts away
The s i n that rank les there .1
.November 28,183 2 .
1 The last stanza is not as it stood orig inal ly. In th is andother al terations in these compos itions , care has been takennot to introdu ce ideas fore ign to the Au thor’s sentiments at
the time ofwriting.
7 2 THE SCARS OF SIN.
XXX.
THE SCARS OF S IN .
MY sm i le i s bright,my glance i s free,
My vo ice i s calm and c lear ;
Dear fr iend , I seem a type to thee
Of holy love and fean.
But I am s cann’
d by eyes unseen,
And these no sa in t surro und
They mete what i s by what has been,
And j oy the los t i s found .
E rst my goo d Angel shrank to see
My thoughts and ways of i l l
A nd now he scarce dare gaze on me,
Scar-seam ’
d and crippled s ti l l.
November 29, 183 2
ANGEL IC GU IDANCE. 7 3
XXXI.
ANGEL IC GU IDANCE .
ARE these the tracks of some unearthly Friend ,
H is foo t-pri n ts,and hi s vesture- sk i rts of l i ght,
Who,as I talk with men
,confo rms aright
The i r sympathet ic words,or deeds that bl en d
Wi th my h id thought - or stoops h im to attend
My doubtfu l-plead ing grief —o r blunts the m ight
Ofill I see not - or i n dreams of n ight
F igures the scope,i n wh ich what i s wi l l end ?
Were I Chris t’s own , then fitly might I ca l l
That vi s ion rea l for to the thoughtfu l m ind
That walks with H im , He hal f unve i l s H is face ;
But,when on earth-stain ’
d sou ls such tokens fal l ,
These dare not cla im as the irs what there they fi nd,
Yet . not all hope less, eye H is bound less grace .
bV/zz'
fctzu rcil . December 3 , 1832.
SUBSTANCE AND SHADOW .
THEY do but grope i n learn ing’ s pedan t round,
Who on the fantas i es of sense bestow
An i do l substance,bidd ing us bow low
Before those shades of be ing which are found,
Sti rri ng or sti l l,on man ’s bri ef tr ial -ground
A s i f s uch shapes and moods,which come and go
,
Had aught of Truth or L ife i n the i r poor show,
To sway or j udge,and Sk i l l to sane or wound .
Son of immortal seed,high -dest ined Man
Know thy dread gi ft,—a creature, yet a cause
Each m ind is i ts own centre,and i t draws
Home to i tsel f,and moulds i n i ts thought ’s span
A ll outward things, the vassal s of i ts wi l l ,
A ided by Heaven , by earth un thwarted st i l l .
Falmou tlz. December 7 , 183 2 .
7 6 WANDERINGS.
So ever sear,so ever cloy
Earth ’s favours as they fade
S ince Adam lost for one fierce j oy
H i s Eden ’s sacred shade.
Ofl t/ze L izard . December 8, 1832 .
THE SA INT AND THE HERO. 7 7
XXXIV .
THE SA INT AND THE HERO .
O AGED Sa i n t ! far off I heard
The pra ises of thy name
Thy deed of powe r,thy pruden t
Thy zea l ’s tri umphan t flame .
I came and saw and,having seen ,
Weak heart,I d rew offence
From thy prompt sm i le,thy s imp le
Thy lowly d i l igence .
The Sai n t ’ s i s not the Hero ’s prai se
This I have found,and learn
Nor to mal ign Heaven ’s humblest ways,
Nor i ts l east boon to spurn .
December 10,183 2 .
PRIVATE JUDGMENT.
XXXV.
PRIVATE JUDGMENT .
POOR wand'
rers,ye are sore d istress ’d
To find that path which Christ has bless ’d ,
Track’
d by H is sai n t ly throng
Each claims to trust h is own weak wi l l,
Bl i nd idol -so ye langu ish st i l l,
A ll wranglers and all wrong.
He saw of old,and met your need
,
Gran ting you prophets of H is creed,
The throes of fear to swage
They fenced the r ich bequest He made,
And sacred hands have safe convey’
d
The i r charge from age to age .
VVand’
rers ! come home ! obey the cal l '
A Mother pleads,who ne’ er l et fal l
PRIVATE JUDGMENT. 79
One gra i n of Holy Tru th
warn you and win she shal l and must,
For now she l i fts her from the dust,
To re ign as i n her youth .
Of Cape Ortega!. December 1 I, 1 83 2.
80 TI I E WATCIIMAN.
XXXVI .
TH E WATCHMAN .
(A 5 a1zg .)
FAINT not , and fret not, fo r threaten’
d woe,
Watchman on Truth ’s grey height !
Few though the fai thful,and fierce though the
Weakness i s aye Heaven ’s m ight.
I nfidel Ammon and n iggard Tyre,
I l l -fitted pai r, un ite ;
Some work for love,and some work for h i re
,
But weakness shal l be Heaven ’s m ight.
E l i ’s feebleness,Sau l ’s black wrath,
May a id .Ah ithophe l’s Sp ite ;
And prayers from Geri z im ,and curses from Gath
Our weakness shal l prove Heaven ’ s m ight .
THE WATCHMAN . 8 1
Qua i l n ot,and quake not
,thou VVarder
Be there n o friend i n s ight ;
Turn thee to quest ion the days of o ld,
When weakness was aye Heaven’s
Moses was one,but he stay
’
d the s i n
Of the hos t,i n the Presence bright
And E l ias scorn’
d the Carme l d in,
W’ hen Baa l wou ld match Heaven ’ s m igh t .
Time ’s years a re many,E tern i ty one
,
And one i s the Infin i te ;
The chosen are few, few the deeds we l l' done
,
For scan tness i s s t i l l H eaven ’s m igh t .
December 1 2, 1 832.
82 THE ISLES OF THE SI RENS.
XXXVI I .
THE ISLES OF THE S I RENS .
CEASE,Stranger
,cease those p ierc ing notes
,
The craft of S i ren cho i rs
Hush the seduct ive vo i ce,that floats
Upon the langu id wi res .
Music ’s ethereal fi re was given,
Net to d issolve our C lay ,
But draw Promethean beams from Heaven ,
And purge the d ross away.
Weak sel f ! with thee the misch ief
Those throbs a tale d isclo se
Nor age nor trial has made wise
The Man of many woes .
Of L isbon . December 1 3 , 183 2.
84 ABSOLUTION.
Look not to me —no grace i s m ine
But I can l i ft the Mercy-s ign.
Thi s would st thou Let i t be
Kneel down , and take the word d ivine,
ABSOLVO TE .
”
Of Cafe 5 1. Vincent. Dcccmber 14, 1832 .
MEMORY . 8 5
xxx 1x .
MEMORY .
MY home i s n ow a thousand m i les away ;
Yet i n my thoughts i ts every image fa i r
R i ses as keen,as I st i l l linger
’
d there,
And,tu rn ing me
,cou ld al l I l oved su rvey.
And so,upon Death ’s unaverted day ,
As I speed upwards,I sha l l on me bear
,
And i n no breath l ess wh irl,the th i ngs that were
,
And dut i es g iven , and ends I d id obey .
And,when at l ength I reach the Throne of Power
,
Ah st i l l un scared,I shal l i n fu lness see
The vis i on of my past i n n umerous deeds,
My deep heart-courses,and the i r mot ive-seeds
,
So to gaze on t i l l the red do oming hou r.
Lord,i n that st ra i t , the J udge ! remember me
Of Cape Trafalgar . December 1 5, 183 2 .
T I I E HAVEN .
THE HAVEN.
VVH ENCE i s th i s awe,by st i l l ness spread
O ’er the world -fretted sou l
Wave rear’d on wave its god less head,
Whi le my keen bark,by breezes sped ,
Dash’
d fiercely through the ocean bed ,
And chafed towards i ts goal .
But now there re igns so deep a rest,
That I cou ld almost weep .
S i nner ! thou hast i n th is rare guest
Of Adam ’s peace a figure blest’Tis Eden neared
,though no t possess
’
d
Which cherub -flames st i l l keep .
Gibraltar . December 16,183
2
88 FA I R NVORDS.
XLI I .
FA IR WORDS.
THY wor ds are good,and free ly given
,
A s though thou fel t them true
Friend,th i nk thee wel l
,to hel l or heaven
A serious heart i s d u e .
I t pa'
i ns thee sore,man ’s wi l l shou ld swerve
I n h i s true path d ivi ne
And yet thou ventu r’st nought to serve
Thy ne ighbour'
s weal nor th ine .
Beware such words may once be said,
W’
here Shame and fear un ite
But,Spoken twice
,they mark in stead
A s in agai nst the l ight.
December 17 , 183 2 .
ENGLAND. 89
XLI I I.
ENGLAND .
TYRE of the \Vest, and glory i ng i n the name
More than i n Fa i th ’s pure fame
O trust not crafty fort nor rock renown’
d
Earn’
d upon host i le ground ;
Wield ing Trade ’s master-keys , at thy proud wi l l
To lock or loose i ts waters,England trust not st i l l .
Dread th ine own power S ince haughty Babel’
s
pr ime,
H igh towers have been man ’s cr ime.
S in ce her hoar age, when t he huge moat lay bare,
Stronghol ds have been man ’s snare .
Thy nes t i s i n the crags ah refuge frai l
Mad counse l i n i ts hou r,or trai tors
,w i l l preva i l .
He who scann’
d S odom for H i s righteous men
St i l l spares thee for thy ten
90' ENGLAND.
But, should rash tongues the Bride of Heaven defy,
He wi l l not pass thee by
For,as earth ’s k ings wel come thei r spotless guest
,
So gives He them by turn,to suffer o r be blest .
A t Sea.December 18, 183 2.
92 THE PATIENT CHURCH .
XLV.
THE PAT IENT CHURCH .
BIDE thou thy time !
Watch with meek eyes the race of pride and
S i t i n the gate,and be the heathen ’s j est
,
Smi l ing and self-possest.
O thou , to whom is pledged a V i ctor’s sway
,
Bide thou the V i ctor ’s day
Think on the s i n ‘
That reap’
d the unripe seed , and to il’
d to w in
Fou l h istory-marks at Bethel and at Dan
No bl e ss ing,but a ban
W’ h i l s t the wise Shephe rd h id h is heaven -to ld
No r reck’
d a tyrant ’s hate .
Such loss i s ga in
Wa i t the bright Adven t that shal l loose thy chain
Jeroboam David .
THE PAT I ENT CHURCH . 9 3
E ’en now the shadows break,and gleams d ivi ne
Edge the d im d istan t l i ne .
When thrones are trembl i ng, and earth’s fat ones
quai l,
True Seed thou shal t preva i l
December 20 1 83 2 .
94 JEREMIAH .
XLVI .
JEREMIAH .
0 that I had in the wi lderness a lodg ing-place ofwayfaringmen ; that I m ight leave my people, and go from them !
"
WOE ’S me the peacefu l prophet cried,
Spare me th is troubled l i fe
To stem man ’s wrath,to schoo l h i s pride
,
To head the sacred str ife
0 place me in some s i len t vale,
Where groves and flowers abound
Nor eyes that grudge,nor tongues that
Vex the truth -haunted gro und
I i b i s meek sp iri t err ’d , opprest
That God den ied repose,
What s i n i s ours , to whom Heaven’s
I s pledged,to heal earth ’s woes
Of Ga/z'
la. December 22,183 2.
96 THE COURSE OF TRUTH .
XLVI I I .
THE COURSE OF TRUTH .
Him God raised up the th ird day, and showed H im openlynot toallthe people
,bu t u nto witnesses chosen before ofGod .
WHEN royal Truth,re leased from morta l throes
,
Burs t H is brief s lumber,and tri umphan t rose
,
I l l had the Hol i'
es t sued
A patron mult i tud e ,
Or courted Tetrarch ’s eye , or claim'
d to ru l e
By the world ’s winn ing grace,or proofs from l earned
schooL
But,robing H im in viewless air
,He told
H is secre t to a few of meanest mou ld
They i n the i r turn imparted
The gi ft to men pure-hearted,
Whil e the brute many heard H is mysteries h igh ,
As some strange fearfu l tongue , and crouch’
d, they
knew not why.
THE COURSE OF TRUTH . 97
S ti l l i s the m ight of Truth,as i t has been
Lodged i n the few, obey’d
,and yet u nseen .
R ear’
d on lone he ights, and rare,
H i s sa i n ts the i r watch-flame bear,
And the mad world sees the w ide-c i rc l i ng blaze,
V a in search i ng whence i t s treams , and how to
quench i ts rays .
December 24, x 832.
9 8 CHRISTMAS WITHOUT CHRIST.
CHRISTMAS W ITHOUT CHRIST.
How can I keep my Christmas feast
In i ts due festive Show,
Reft of the s ight of the H igh Pries t
From whom its glories flow
I hear the tunefu l bel ls‘
around ,
The blessed towers I see
A stranger on a fore ign ground ,
They peal a fast for me.
O Britons now so brave and h igh,
How wi l l ye weep the day
When Christ i n j udgmen t passes by,
And cal ls the Bride away !
IOO SLEEPLESSNESS.
SLEEPLESSNESS .
UNWEARIED God,be fore whose face
The n ight is c lear as day,
Whil st we , poor worms , o’er l i fe ’s s can t race
Now c reep,and now delay,
W e with death ’s foretaste al ternate
Our labour ’s d i n t and sorrow’s we ight,
Save in that fever-troubled s tate
When pa in or care has sway.
Dread Lord Thy glory , watchfulness,
I s but d isease i n man
We to our cost our bounds transgress
In Thy eternal plan
I’ride grasps the powers by Thee d isplay’
d,
Y e t ne ’er the rebe l e ffort made
But fe l l beneath the sudden shade
Of nature ’s witherin g ban .b
Al a/1a. December 26, 1832.
ABRAHAM. IO I
ABRAHAM .
THE better port ion d idst thou choose,Great
IIearh
Thy God ’s first cho ice,and p ledge of Gent i l e
grace !
Fai th’
s truest type,he wi th u nru ffled face
Bore the wo rld ’s sm i l e,and bade her S laves depart
Whether,a trader
,wi th n o t rader ’s art
,
He buys i n Canaan h is last rest i ng-p lace,
Or free ly y ields ri ch S idd im ’
s ample space,
Or braves the rescue, and the batt le’s smart
,
Yet scorns the heathen g ifts of those h e saved .
0 happy i n the i r Sou l’s h igh so l i tude
,
Who commune thus w ith God,and not wi th earth !
Am id the scofh ngs of the weal th-ens laved ,
A ready prey, as though i n absen t mood
They calm ly move,nor reek the u nmanner
'
d
m irth .
A t Sea. December 27 , 183 2 .
1 02 THE GREEK FATHERS.
THE GREEK FATHERS .
LET heathen s ing thy heathen prai se,
Fall’
n Greece the thought of hol ier days
I n my sad heart abide s
For sons of th ine i n Truth ’s fi rst hou r
Were tongues and weapons of H is power
Bo rn o f the Spiri t ’s fiery Shower,
Our fathers and our gu ides .
A ll th ine is C lement’
s varied page
And Dionysius,ru ler sage,
In days of doubt and pain
And Origen wi th eag le eye
And sai n tly Bas i l ’s purpose h igh
To sm ite imperial heresy,
And c l eanse the A l tar ’s stai n .
1 04 THE W ITNESS.
LI I I .
THE W ITNESS .
HOW Shal l a chi ld of God fu lfil
H is vow to cleanse his sou l from i l l,
And rai s e on h igh h is bapti sm-l ight,
Like Aaron ’s seed i n vestment white
And holy-hearted Nazar i te
Fi rst , l et h im shun the haunts of vice,
S in-feast,or heathen sacrifice ;
Fearing the board of wealthy pride,
Or heret i c,self-trust ing gu ide
,
Or where the adulterer ’s smi les pres ide.
Next,as he threads the maze of men
,
Aye must he l i ft h i s witness, when
A s i n is spoke i n Heaven ’s d read face.
And none at hand of h igher grace
The Cross to carry in h is p lace .
THE W ITNESS. 105
But i f he hea rs and s i ts h im st i l l,
First,he wi l l lc se h is hate ofill
Next , fear of S i nn ing, after hate ;
Smal l s in s h i s heart then desecrate
And last, d espa i r persuades to great.
Of It/mca. December 30, 1832 .
106 T I IE DEATH OF MOSES.
THE DEATH OF MOSES .
MY Father’
s hope ! my Ch i ldhood ’s d ream !
The prom ise from on high
Long wai ted for ! i ts glories beam
Now when my death i s n igh.
My death i s come , but not decay ;
Nor eye no r mind i s d im ;
The keenness of youth ’s vigorous
Thri l l s i n each nerve and l imb .
Bles t scene thrice welcome after toi l
I f no dece i t I view ;
0 might my l ips bu t press the so i l,
And prove the vis ion true !
108 MELCH IZEDEK .
MELCH IZEDEK .
W’ ithou t father, withou t mother,withou t descent ; hav ing
ne ither beginning ofdavs , nor end ofl ife .
”
TI—I RICE bless ’d are they, who fee l the i r lonel iness ;
To whom nor voice of fri ends no r pleasan t scene
Brings augh t on wh i ch the sadd en’
d heart can
lean ;
Y ea, the rich earth
, garb’d i n her dai nt i est dress
Of l ight and joy,doth but the more oppress
,
Claim ing respons ive smi les and rapture h igh
Ti l l,S i ck at heart, beyond the vei l they fly
,
Seeking H is Presence,who alone can bless .
Such,i n s trange days
,the weapons of Heaven ’s
grace
When,pass ing o
’er the h igh-bo rn Hebrew l i ne
,
He moulds the vessel of H is vast des ign ;
Fatherless . homeless, reft of age and place,
Sever’
d from earth , and careless of its wreck ,
Born through long woe H is rare Melch i zedek.
j anuary 5, 1833
CORCYRA. 1 09
CORCYRA .
I SAT beneath an o l ive ’s branches grey,
And gazed upon the S i te of a l ost town,
By sage and poet rai sed to long renown
Where dwel t a race that on the sea hel d sway,
And , rest less as i ts waters , forced a way
For C iv i l stri fe a hundred states to drown .
That mul t i tud i nous stream we now note down
As though one l i fe , i n b irth and i n decay.
But i s the i r being ’s h is tory spen t and ru n,
Whose Sp i ri ts l i ve i n awfu l s i ngleness ,
Each i n i ts se l f-form’
d sphere of l ight or gloom
Henceforth,wh i le ponderi ng the fierce d eeds then
done,
Such reverence on me shal l i ts sea l impress
A s though I corpses saw,and wal k ’d the tomb .
A t Sea. [ anuary 7 , 183 3 .
I IO TRANSFIGURAT ION.
LVI I .
TRANSFIGURAT ION .
They glorified God in me .
I SAW thee once and nought d iscern ’
d
For stranger to adm ire
A serious aspect, but i t bu rn’
d
With no unearth ly fi re .
Agai n I saw,and I confess ’d
Thy Speech was rare and h igh ;
And yet i t ve x’
d my bu rden ’
d breast,
And scared,I knew not why.
I saw once more , and awe-struck gazed
On face,and form
,and air ;
God ’s l iv ing glory round thee blazed
A Sai n t—a Saint was there !
Ofi’Zan/e. j am/d ry 8, 183 3 .
1 1 2 J UDGMENT.
JUDGMENT.
I F e ’e r I fal l beneath Thy rod,
As through l ife ’s snares I go ,
Save me from David ’s lot, 0 God !
And choose Thyself the woe.
How should I face Thy plagues ? which scare,
And haunt, and stun , unti l
The heart or s i nks i n mute despai r,
Or names a random i l l .
I f el se then gu ide i n David ’s
Who chose the hol ier pai n
Satan and man are too ls of wrath,
An Angel ’s scourge i s ga in .
Of fll al/a. j azzzeary 10, 1833 .
SENSITI-VENESS.
SENS IT IVENESS.
TIME was,I shrank from what was
From fear of what was wrong ;
I would not brave the sacred fight,
Because the foe was strong.
But n ow I cast that finer Sense
And sorer shame as ide
S uch d read o f s in was i ndo l ence,
Such a im at Heaven was prid e .
So ,when my Saviour ca l ls
,I rise
,
And calmly do my best
Leaving to H im,wi th si len t eyes
Of hope and fear,the rest
1 1 3
1 14 SENSIT IVENESS.
I step,I mou n t where He has led
Men count my haltings o ’e r ;
I know them yet , though selfI dread ,
I love H is precept more.
Lazaret, j am/my 1 5 , 183 3 .
DAVID AND JONATHAN
Ah ! had he lived , before thy throne to stand ,
Thy Sp i r i t keen and h igh
Sure i t had snapp’d i n twai n love ’s S lender band,
So cl ear i n memory
Pau l,of h is comrade reft
,the warn ing gives ,
He l ives to us who d ies, he is but lost who l ives .
Lazarel, j ammry 16,1 83 3 .
HUMIL IAT ION. 1 17
LX I I.
HUMIL IAT ION .
I HAVE been hono u r’d and obey ’d,
I have met scorn and s l ight
And my heart l oves earth ’ s sober shade,
More than her laugh i ng l ight .
For what i s ru le but a sad weigh t
Of du ty and a snare ?
What meanness, bu t with happier
The Saviour ’s Cross to share ?
This my h id cho ice,i f no t from heaven
,
Moves on the heavenward l i ne
C lean se i t,good Lord
,from earthly leaven
,
And make i t s imply Th i ne .
L azaref, M el /m. j am/d ry 1 6,1833 .
1 1 8 THE CALL OF DAVID
LXI I I .
CALL OF DAVID .
And the Lord said , Arise, ano int h im, for th is is he .
”
LATEST born of j esse’s race
,
Wonder l ights thy bashful face,
While the Prophet ’s gi fted O il
Seals thee for a path o f toi l
We,thy Ange l s
,c i rcl i ng round thee
,
Ne ’er shal l find thee as we found thee,
When thy fai th fi rst brought us near
In thy l ie n-figh t severe.
Go ! and mid thy flocks awh i le
At thy doom of greatness smi le
Bo ld to bear God ’s heaviest l oad ,
Dimly guess ing of the road ,
THE CALL OF DAVID.
But we mou ld thee for the root
Of man ’s prom ised heal ing Fru i t,
And we mould thee hence to r ise,
As our brother,to the Skies .
j am/my 18, 183 3 .
A BLIGIIT. 1 2 1
LX IV.
A BL IGHT .
WHAT t ime my heart un folded i ts fresh leaves
I n springt ime gay, and scatter’
d flowers around,
A whisper warn’d of earth ’ s unheal thy ground
,
And al l that there love’ s l ight and pureness
grieves ;
Sun ’s ray and canker-worm,
And sudden-whelm i ng storm
But,ah my sel f-wi l l sm i led
,nor reck
’d th
grac ious sound .
So now d efilement d ims l i fe ’s memory-spri ngs
I cannot hear an early-cherish’
d stra in,
But fi rst a j oy,and then i t br ings a pa in
Fear,and sel f-hate
,and vai n remorsefu l st i ngs
Tears l u l l my grief to rest,
Not w i thou t hope,th i s breas t
May one day lose i ts load,and youth yet bloom
aga in .
Lazaref, Mal/a [ am/arr, I9, 1833 .
1 22 JOSEPH.
LXV .
JOSEPH .
O PUREST Symbol of the E ternal Son
Who dwel t i n thee,as i n some sacred shrine,
To draw hearts after thee, and make them thine ;
Not paren t only by that l ight was won,
And brethren crou ch ’d who had i n wrath begun ,
But heathen pomp abased her at the s ign
And the hid Presence of a guest d iv ine,
Ti l l a king heard , and al l thou bad’
s t was done.
Then was fu lfill’d Nature’s d im augury,
That “Wisdom ,c lad i n vi s ibl e form
,would be
So fai r,that al l must l ove and bow the knee
Lest i t m ight seem , what t ime the Substance came ,
Tru th lack ’
d a sceptre, when I t but la id by
I ts beaming front,and bore a wi l l ing shame.
Lazaret,Ma/la. j amavy 20, 183 3 .
I 24 ISAAC.
LXVI I .
I SAAC .
MANY the gu i leless years the Patriarch spent,
Bless’
d i n the wife a father’s fores ight chose
Many the prayers and gracious deeds,which rose
Dai ly thank-offerings from his p i lgrim tent .
Yet these,though wri tten i n the heavens
,are ren t
From out truth ’s lower rol l,which stern ly Show s
But one sad trespass at h is h i story ’s close ,
Father’
s,son ’s
,mother ’s
,and i ts pun ishment.
Not in the i r br ightness,but the i r earthly stai ns
A re the true seed vouchsafed to earth ly eyes .
S i n can read s in,but d imly scans h igh grace
,
So we move heavenward with averted face ,
Scared in to fai th by warn ing ofs ins pains
And Sai nts are lower’d ,that the world may rise .
Valletta. j am/d ry 23 , 183 3 .
REVERSES .
LX V I I I .
REVERSES
INHEN mi rth i s fu l l and free,
Some sudden gloom shal l be
When haughty power mounts h igh,
The Watcher’ s ax e i s n igh .
All growth has bound when greatest
I t hastes to d i e .
When the rich town,that l ong
Has lai n i ts huts among ,
Uprears i ts pageants vast,
And vaunts—it shal l n ot las tBright t i nts that Sh ine , a re but a
Of summer past .
And when th ine eye surveys,
With fond adori ng gaze,
1 25
I 26 REVERSES.
And yearn ing heart,thy fr iend
Love to i ts grave doth ten d ,
All gi fts below,save Truth
,but grow
Towards an end .
Valletta. j a/mary 30, 1833 .
1 28 ST. PAUL AT MELITA.
ST . PAUL AT MEL ITA .
And when Pau l had gathered a bund le ofsticks, and laidthem on the fire , there came a viper ou t ofthe heat.
”
S ECURE i n h is prophetic strength ,
The wate r peri l o ’er,
The many-gifted man at length
Stepp’
d on the promised Shore .
He trod the shore but not to rest,
Nor wait t i l l Angels came
Lo humblest pa ins the Sai nt attest,
The firebrands and the flame .
But,when he fel t the viper ’s smart,
Then instant a id was given
Christ ian hence l earn to do thy part,
And l eave the rest to Heaven .
fl i essz'
na. Febru ary 8, 1 83 3 .
“ MESS INA.
“
1 29
LXX I .
MESS INA .
H omo sum human i nil ame alienum pu to .
”
WHY, wedded to the Lord , st i l l ye‘arns my heart
Towards these scenes o f anc ien t heathen fame
Yet legend hoar,and vo ice of bard that came
Fix i ng my rest less youth with i ts sweet a rt,
And shades of power,and those who bore a part
I n the mad deeds that Set the world o n flame,
So fret my memory here,—ah ! i s i t blame 9
That from my eyes the tea r i s fai n to start .
Nay, from no foun t impu re these drops'
arise
’Tis but that sympathy wi th Adam ’s race
Which i n each brother ’s h is to ry reads i ts own .
So let the c l iffs and seas of th i s fa i r p lace
Be named man ’s tomb and splend id record-stone,
H igh hope,pr ide-stain
’
d , the course wi thout the
pr i ze .
Messina. February 9, 183 3 .
1 30 WARN INGS.
LXXI I .
WARN INGS .
WHEN Heaven sends sorrow,
Warn ings go fi rst,
Lest i t shou ld burst
With stunn ing m ight
On sou ls too bright
To fear the morrow.
Can SC1ence bear us
TO the h id Springs
Of human thi ngs
Why may not d ream,
Or thought’s day-gleam
Start le, yet cheer us ?
Are such thoughts fetters,
Whi le Fai th d isowns
Dread of earth ’s tones,
Recks bu t Heaven ’s cal l,
And on the wal l
Reads but Heaven ’s letters ?
Between Ca/atafimz amt Palermo. February 1 2,1833 .
1 3 2 TEMPTAT ION.
LXXIV.
TEMPTAT ION .
O HOLY Lord , who with the Ch i ldren Three
D idst walk the p ierc i ng flame,
Help,i n those trial-hours , wh ich , save to Thee ,
I dare not name
Nor let these qu iveri ng eyes and S i cken ing heart
Crumble to dust beneath the Tempter ’s dart .
Thou,who d idst once Thy l i fe from Mary ’s breas t
Renew from day to day,
Oh, might her smi le, severely sweet, but rest
On thi s frai l c lay !
Ti l l I am Thine wi th my whole sou l and fear,
Not fee l a secret joy,that Hel l is near.
Frascatt. March 28, 183 3 .
OUR FUTURE. 1 3 3
1 .x XV.
OUR FUTURE .
What I do,thou knowest not now ; bu t thou shalt know
hereafter.”
DID we bu t see,
When l i fe fi rs t open’
d ,how our journ ey lay
Between i ts ea rl i es t and i ts c l os ing day ,
Or view ourselves,as we one t ime sha l l be,
Who . str ive for the h igh prize,such s ight wou ld
break
The you thfu l sp i r i t , though bold for J esu’s sake.
But Thou,dear Lord
Whi lst I traced ou t br ight s cenes wh ich were to
come,
I saac’s pu re bless ings, and a verdan t home,
D idst spare me,and withho ld Thy fearfu l word ;
Wil ing me yea r by year,t i l l I am found
A p i lgri m pal e, with Pau l’s sad gird le bound .
Tre Fontem . April 2, 1 83 3 .
1 34 HEATHENISM .
LXXVI .
HEATHEN ISM .
’MID Balak ’s magic fi res
The Sp iri t spake,c lear as i n Israel
With prayers un true and covetous des i res
D id G od vouchsafe to dwel l ;
Who summon’d dreams
,H is ear l ier word to bri ng
To pat ien t Job ’s vex ’
d friends,and Gerar’s gu i leless
k ing.
I f such o’
erflowing grace
From Aaron ’s vest e’en on the S ibyl ran ,
Why Shou ld we fear,the Son now lacks H is place
Where roams u nchristen’
d man i
As though,where fai th i s keen
,He cannot make
Bread of the very stones , or thi rst wi th ashes s lake .
Aprz'
l 2 1 , 183 3 .
SYMPATHY.
LXXVI I I .
SYMPATHY .
SOULS of the J ust, I cal l n ot you
To Share th i s j oy wi th me,
This j oy and wonder at the view
Of mountain,plai n
,and sea
Ye,on that l-oftier mounta i n old,
‘
Safe lodged i n Eden ’s cel l,
Whence run the r ivers fou r,behold
Th is earth,as ere i t fel l .
Or,when ye th ink .ofthose who stay
St i l l t r ied by the world’s fight
,
’Tis bu t i n look ing for the day
Which shal l the lost un i te.
SYMPATHY 1 37
Y o rather , elder Sp i ri ts strong
Who from the fi rst have trod
Th i s nether scen e,man ’s race among,
The whi l e you l ive to God,
Ye see,and ye can sympath i se
Va in thought ! the i r m ighty ken
Fi l l s height and depth,the stars
,the
They sm i le at d im-eyed men .
Ah,Saviou r ! I perforce am Th ine
,
Angel and Sa in t apart
Those search ing Eyes are a l l-d ivi ne,
A ll-human i s that Heart .
Aprz'
l 29, 1 833 .
1 38 RELICS OF SAINTS .
LXXIX .
REL ICS OF SA INTS .
He is not the God ofthe dead,bu t of the l iv ing for all
l ive unto Him .
”
THE Fathe rs are i n dust,yet l ive to God
So says the Truth as i f the mot ion less clay
Sti l l held the seeds of l ife beneath the sod,
Smoulder ing and struggl ing ti l l the j udgment
day.
And hence . we learn w ith reverence to esteem
Of these fra i l houses,though the grave confines
Soph ist may urge h is cunn ing tests, and deem
That they are earth —but they are heaven ly
shrines .
Palermo j zme 1 , 183 3 .
140 DAY-LABOURERS .
Christ wi l l avenge H is Bride ! yea,even now
Begin s the work,and thou
Shal t Spend in i t thy strength , but, ere He save
Thy lot Shal l be the grave .
Palermo. [ ru le 2, 1833 .
WARFARE. 141
LXXX I .
WARFARE
Free ly ye have rece ived freel y g ive .
G I VE any boon for peace
Why shou ld our fai r-eyed Mother e ’er engage
I n the world ’ s course and on a t roubled s tage,
From which her very cal l i s a re leas e
N o i n thy garden stand,
And tend with p ious hand
The flowers thou plantest there,
Which are thy proper care,
O man of God ! i n meekness and i n l ove,
And wait ing for t he bl i ss fu l rea lms above .
A l as for thou must l earn ,
Thou gu i le less on e ! rough is the holy hand
Run s not the Word of Truth through every land,
A sword to sever,and a fi re to burn ?
142 WARFARE.
I f blessed Paul had stay’
d
I n cot or l earned shade,
With the priest’s wh ite att ire,
And the Sai n ts ’ tunefu l choi r,
Men had not gnash’
d the i r teeth, nor risen
But thou hadst been a heathen in thy day .
j zme 3 , 183 3 .
144 L IBERALISM.
LXXXII I .
L IBERAL ISM .
Jehu'
destroyed Baal out of I srae l . Howbe it from the s insofJeroboam Jeh u departed not from after th em, to wit, the
go lden calves that were in Bethel, and that were in Dan .
”
YE cannot ha lve the Gospel of God ’s grace
Men of presumptuous heart I know you wel l .
Ye are of those who p lan that we should dwel l,
Each i n h is tranqu i l home and holy place
See ing the Word refines al l natures rude,
And tames the st irr ings of the mult i tude .
And ye have caught some echoes of i ts lore,
As heralded amid the joyous choirs ;
Ye mark ’
d i t spoke of peace, chast i sed des i res ,
Good-wi l l and mercy,—and ye heard no more
But,as for zeal and qu ick-eyed sanct i ty,
And the d read depths of grace, ye pass'
d them by.
L IBERAL ISM. 145
A nd so ye halve th e Truth for ye i n heart,
At best,are d oubters whether i t be true
,
The theme d iscard ing, as u nmeet for you ,
Statesmen or Sages . O new-compass’
d art
Of the anc ient Foe — but what,i f i t extends
O ’er our own camp, and ru les am id our friends
Palermo. j zm e 5, 183 3 .
146 DECLENSION.
LXXXIV.
DECLENS ION .
W IIEN I am sad,I say
,
What boots i t me to strive,
And vex my Spi ri t day by day,
Dead memories to revive
A las what good wi l l come ,
Though we our prayer obtai n,
To bring old t imes tri umphant home,
And wandering flocks regai n
Would not ou r h istory ru n
In the same weary round,
And service in meek fai th begun,
A t length i n forms be bound
Un ion wou ld give us strength
That strength the earth subdue ;
And then comes weal th,and pride at
And s loth,and prayers untrue.”
148 THE AGE TO COME.
Lxxx v .
THE AGE TO COME .
WHEN I wou ld search the truths that i n me burn,
And mould them into ru le and argument,
A hundred reasoners cri ed,Hast thou to learn
Those dreams are scatter’
d now,those fires are
Spent ? ”
And,d id I mount to S impler thoughts
,and try
S ome theme of peace,
’twas sti l l the same reply .
Perplex’
d, I hoped my heart was pure of gu i le,
But j udged me weak i n wi t,to d isagree
But now,I see that men are mad awhi le
,
And j oy the Age to come wi l l th i nk wi th me’
Tis the o ld h istory—Truth wi thout a home,
Desp ised and s la in,then ri s i ng from the tomb.
Palermo. j zme 9, 183 3 .
EXTERNAL RELK HON. 149
L x x x vr
EXTERNAL REL I G ION .
WHEN firs t earth ’s ru lers we l comed home
The Church,the i r zeal impress
’
d
Upon the seasons,as they come,
The image o f the i r guest .
Men’
s words and works,the i r hopes and fears
,
Henceforth forb i d to rove,
Paused , when a Martyr claim ’
d her tears,
Or Sa in t i n sp i red her love .
But craving weal th,and feveri sh power,
Such service now d iscard
The loss of on e exc i ted hou r
A sacrifi ce too hard
And e ’en a bout the ho l ies t day,
God ’ s own i n every t ime,
They doubt and Search,l es t aught shou ld
A cataract ofcr ime .
1 50 EXTERNAL RELIGION .
Where shal l th i s cease must cros iers
Shri nes suffer touch pro fane,
Til l , cast without H is v ineyard wal l ,
The Heaven sen t He i r is slain
Palermo. j une 1 1, 1 83 3 .
1 52 , ST. G REGORY NAZIANZEN.
Y es ! thou , bright Angel of the Eas t !d idst rear
The Cross d ivine,
Borne h igh upon thy l iqu id accen ts,where
Men mo ck’
d the S ign ;
Ti l l that cold c i ty heard thy batt le-cry,
And hearts were stirr’
d,and d eem
’d a Pentecost
was n igh .
Thou cou lds t a peopl e raise,but cou ldst not
rule
So,gent le one
,
Heaven set thee free,—for
,ere thy years were fu l l
,
Thy work was done
A ccord ing thee the lot thou lovedst best,
To muse upon the past,
-to serve,yet be at rest .
Palermo. j zme 1 2 , 1833
THE GOOD SAMARITAN . 1 53
LXXXVI I I .
THE GOOD SAMARITAN .
OH that thy creed were sound !1
For thou dost soothe the heart, thou Church of
Rome,
By thy unweari ed watch and vari ed round
Of service,i n thy Saviou r’s holy home.
I can not wal k the c i ty’s su l try streets ,
But the w ide porch invites to sti l l retreats ,
Where pass ion ’s th i rst i s calm’
d, and care
’ s u n
thankfu l gloom .
There , on a fore ign shore,
The home-s ick so l i tary finds a fr iend
Thoughts, prison
’d l ong for lack of speech
,
pou r
The i r tears an d doubts i n res ignat ion end .
1 Ofcou rse th is is th e exclamation ofone who, when so
wri ting,was not in Catho l ic Commu nion. The same mu st
b e said also ofNOS . lx v i lxxv ii i
I 54 THE GOOD SAMARITAN .
I almost fai nted from the long de lay
That tangles me with in th is langu id bay ,
When comes a foe,my wounds with o i l
w ine to tend .
Palermo. 1 3 , 1 83 3.
1 56 TI IE P ILLAR OF THE CLOUD.
THE P ILLAR OF THE CLOUD.
LEAD,Kind ly Light
,amid the encirc l ing gloom
Lead Thou me on
The n ight i s dark,and I am far from home
Le’
ad Thou me on
Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see
The d istant scene— one s tep enough for me .
I was not ever thus,nor pray’
d that Thou
Shouldst lead me on .
I l oved to choo se and see my path,but now
Lead Thou me on !
I l oved the gari sh day, and , sp ite of fears, ,
Pride ru led my w i l l remembe r not past years .
THE P ILLAR OF THE CLOUD. 1 57
So long Thy power hath b lest me, sure i t s t i l l
Wi l l l ead me on,
O ’er moor and fen,o ’er crag and torren t, t i l l
The n ight i s gone
And with the mom those ange l faces sm i le
Wh ich I have loved long sin ce,and l os t awh i l e.
At Sea. j zme 1 6 , 1 83 3 .
1 58 SAMARIA.
SAMARIA .
O RAIL not at ou r k indred in the North ,
A l be i t Samaria finds her l ikeness there
A sel f-form ’
d Priesthood , and the Church
forth
To the chi l l mountai n air.
\Vhat, though thei r fathers s i nned , and lost the
grace
Which seals the Holy Apostol i c Line P
Christ ’s love o’
erflows the bounds H is prophets
trace
I n H is reveal’d des ign .
Israe l had Seers to them the Word is n igh
Shal l not that Word run forth,and gladness
give
To many a Shunammite, t i l l i n H is eye
The ful l Seven-thousand l ive ?
Of Sardinia. j lw e I7 , I833 .
160 JONAH .
Next,by a fearfu l j udgment tamed
,
He threats the offend ing race
God spares — he murmurs,pri de-inflamed
,
His threat made vo id by grace .
What - pride and s loth man ’s worst
And can such guests i nvade
Our choicest bl i ss,the green repose
Ofthe sweet garden~shade P
Of Sardinia. j zm e 18. 183 3 .
FAITH AGA INST S IGHT. 1 6 1
XC I I I .
FA ITH AGA INST S IGHT .
As it was in the days ofLot, s o shal l it be also in the day
ofthe Son ofMan .
”
THE world has cyc les i n i ts course,when all
That once has been,i s ac ted o ’er agai n
Not by some fated law,which need appal
O ur fai th, or binds our deeds as w i th a chai n
But by men ’s separate s ins,which blended st i l l
The same bad round fu lfi l .
Then fear ye not,though Gal l io’ s scorn ye see
,
And soft-c lad n obles count you mad ,t ru e hearts
These are the fig-t ree ’s s i gn s -rough d e ed s must
be,
Trials a nd cr imes so learn ye we l l your parts .
Once more to plough the earth i t i s decreed,
And scatter w ide the seed .
j u ne
162 DESOLAT ION.
XCIV.
DESOLAT ION .
O,SAY not thou art left of G od
,
Because H is tokens i n the sky
Thou canst not read th is ea rth H e
To teach thee He was ever n igh .
He sees , beneath the fig-tree green ,
Nathan ie l con H is sacred lore
Shouldst thou thy chamber seek, unseen ,
He e nters through the u nopen’
d door.
And when thou l iest,by slumber bound ,
Outwearied i n the Chri st ian fight,
In glory, g i rt with Sai n ts around ,
He stands above thee through the night .
When friends to Emmaus bend the i r cou '
He joins,al though He holds the i r eyes
Or, Shou ldst thou feel some fever
’s fo rce,
He takes thy hand , He bids thee rise.
1 64 ZEAL AND PATI ENCE.
x cv.
ZEAL AND PAT I ENCE .
I , Pau l, the prisoner ofthe Lo rd .
’
0 COMRADE,bold of toi l and pa in
Thy trial how severe,
When sever’
d fi rs t by prisoner’ s chai n
From thy loved labour-sphere !
Say,d id impat ience fi rst impe l
The heaven -sen t bond to break
Or,couldst thou bear i ts h indrance
Lo i teri ng fo r J esu ’s sake ?
Oh,might we know ! fo r sore we feel
The languor of delay,
When S i ckness lets ou r fa in ter zeal ,
Or foes block up our way.
ZEAL AND PAT I ENCE .
Lord who Thy thousand years
To work the thousandth part
Of Thy vast plan,for us create
With zeal a pat ien t heart .
Cn ordbna.
1 66 THE RELIGION OF CAIN.
XCVI.
THE REL IG ION OF CA IN .
Am I my brother’
s keeper
THE t ime has been,i t seem’
d a precept plai n
Of the true fai th,Christ’s tokens to d isp lay
A nd i n l i fe’s commerce st i l l the thought retai n,
That men have sou l s,and wait a j udgment
day ;
Kings used the i r gifts as min is ters of heaven,
Nor stripp’
d the i r zeal for God,of means wh ich
God had given .
’Tis alte r’d now —for Adam ’s e ldest born
H as train’
d our pract ice i n a se lfish rule,
Each s tands a lon e,Chri st ’s bonds asunder torn
Each has h is private thought, sel ects h i s schoo l
Conceal s h is c reed,and l i ve s i n c losest t ie
Of fel lowsh ip with those who count i t blasphemy .
168 ST. PAUL.
XCVI I .
ST. PAUL.
I DREAM ’
D that, with a pass ionate complai n t,
I w ish ’
d me born amid God ’s deeds of m ight
And envied tho se who had the presence bright
O f gi fted . Prophet and st rong-hearted Sai n t,
Whom my heart loves,and Fancy strives to pain t .
I tu rn ’
d,when straight a stranger met my s ight ,
Came as my guest, and d id awhi le un i te
H is lot w i th m ine,and l ived without restrai n t.
Cou rteous he was , and grave,—so meek in mien,
I t seem ’d untrue, or told a purpose weak
Yet,i n t he mood , he could wi th aptness speak ,
Or with stem force,or show offeel ings keen
,
Mark ing deep craft, methought, or h idden pride !
Then came a voice , St . Pau l is at thy S ide.
j ane 20, 1833 .
FLOWERS WITHOUT FRU IT. 1 69
XCVI I I .
FLOWERS W ITHOUT FRU IT .
PRUNE thou thy words,the thoughts con tro l
That o ’er thee swel l an d throng
They w i l l con dense wi th i n thy sou l,
And change to purpose strong.
But he who lets h i s fee l ings run
I n soft l uxur ious flow,
Shri nk s when hard se rvi ce m us t
And fai n ts at every woe .
Faith ’s meanes t deed more favour bears,
Where hea rts and wi l l s are we igh’
d ,
Than brigh test transports,cho icest prayers
,
Which bloom thei r hou r and fade .
j u ne 20 , 183 3 .
1 70 ZEAL AND MEEKNESS.
XCIX .
ZEAL AND MEEKNESS.
CHRIST bade H is fo l lowers take the sword
And yet He chid the deed,
When Peter se ized upon H is word,
And made a foe to bleed .
The gospel Creed,a sword of stri fe
,
M eek hands a lone may rear
And ever Zeal begi ns i ts l i fe
I n s i len t thought and fear.
Ye,who would weed the V i neyard ’s
Treasure the lesson given
Lest i n the j udgment-books ye to i l
For Satan , not for heaven .
Of Sardinia. j zm e 20, 183 3 .
1 7 2 VEXATIONS .
Then keep good heart,nor take the n iggard
course
Of Thomas,who must see ere he would trust .
Fa ith w i l l fi l l up God ’s word,not poorly j ust
To the bare letter,lieed less of i ts force
,
But walk ing by its l igh t amid earth’s sun and dust .
j zme 2 1 , 1833 .
THE CHURCII IN PRAYER. 1 7 3
THE CHURCH IN PRAYER .
WHY lo iterest W i th i n S imon’ s wal ls ,
Hard by the barren s ea,
Thou Sain t ! when many a s inn er ca l ls
To preach and se t h im free
Can th i s be he,who erst confess ’d
For Chri st affect i on keen ,
Now truant i n un t ime ly res t ,
The mood of an E ssen e ?
Yet he who at the s ixth hou r sought
The lon e house-top to pray,
There gain’
d a s ight beyond h is thought,
The dawn of Gent i l e day .
TI I E .CHURCII IN PRAYER.
Then reckon not,when peri ls lour,
The time of prayer m is-spen t ;
Nor meanest chance,nor place
,nor
Without its heavenward ben t.
Ofi"Sardinia. [ u ne 2 1 183 3 .
PUS ILLAN IM ITY.
I have need to be baptized ofThee,and comes tThou to
How d idst thou start,Thou Holy Bapti st
,bid
To pour repentance on the S in less Brow
Then al l thy'meekness
,from thy hearers h id ,
Beneath the Ascet ic ’s port. and Preacher’s fi re
,
Flow’
d forth,and wi th a pang thou d idst des i re
He might be ch ief, not thou .
And so o n us at Whi les i t fal l s,to c la im
Powers that we dread,o r dare some forward part
Nor must we shri nk as cravens from the b lame
Of pride,i n common eyes
,or purpose deep
But with pure thoughts look up to God,and keep
Our secret i n our heart.
At S ea. j u ne 22, 183 3 .
JAMES AND JOHN. 1 77
JAMES AND JOHN .
TWO brothers free ly cast the i r lot
\Vi t~h Davi d ’s royal Son
The cos t o f conquest count i ng not,
They deem the bat tl e won .
Brothers i n heart,they hope to gain
An und ivided joy ;
That man may one wi th man remai n,
As boy was one with boy.
Christ heard ; and W i l l ’d that shou ld
fa l l ,
Fi rs t p rey of Satan ’ s rage
J ohn l inger out h i s fe l lows all,
And d ie in b lood less age .
JAMES AND JOHN .
they jo i n hands once more above,
Before the Conqueror ’s throne ;
Thus God grants praye r,but i n H is love
Makes t imes and ways H is own .
A t S ea. j u ne 22, 1833 .
I SO HORA NOVISSIMA.
Thou,Lord
, where’er we lie
,canst
But He,who taught H is own
To l ive as one,wil l not upbrai d
The dread to d ie alone .
A t S ea. 22, 1 83 3 .
PROGRESS OF UNBELI EF.
PROGRESS OF UNBEL I EF.
NOW i s the Au tumn of the Tree of Li fe ;
I ts leaves are S hed upon th e unthankfu l earth,
Which lets them wh i rl,a prey to the wind s ’ st ri fe
,
Heart less to store them for the months of dearth .
Men c lose the door, and dress the cheerfu l
hearth,
Sel f- trust i ng s ti l l and i n h i s comely gear
O fp recept and of ri te , a household Baal rear.
But I wi l l out amid the s l eet , and V i ew
Each Shr ive l l i ng stal k and S i l en t-fal l ing leaf.
Truth after tru th,of cho icest scent and hu e ,
Fades,and i n fad i ng st i rs the Angels ’ grief
,
U nanswer’
d here for she,once pattern chief
Of fa i th,my Country
,now gro ss hearted grown ,
Wai ts but to burn the stem before her i do l ’
throne.
A t Sea. j zm e 23 , 1 83 3 .
1 82 CONSOLATION
CVI I .
CONSOLAT ION .
It is I be not afraid .
WHEN I S i nk down i n gloom or fear,
Hope b l ighted or d elay’
d,
Thy Whispe r,Lord
,my heart Shal l cheer
,
Tis I be not afrai d
Or, start led at some sudden blow,
I f fretfu l thoughts I fee l,
Fear not,i t i s bu t I shal l flow
,
A S balm my wound to heal .
No r wi l l I qu i t Thy way,though foes
Some onward pass de fend
From each rough voice the watchword
“ Be not afrai d ! a friend
1 84 UZZAII AND ODED
CVI I I .
UZZAH AND OBED -EDOM.
THE ark of Go d has hidden strength
Who reve rence or profane,
They,or the ir seed
,shal l find at length
The penal ty or gai n .
Whi le as a sojo urner i t sought
Of old i ts desti ned place,
A bl ess ing on the home i t brought
Of one who d id i t grace.
But there was one,outstripp i ng
The holy-vestu red band,
“7110 lai d on i t, to save i ts fal l,
A rude correct ive hand .
Read,who the Church wou ld cleanse,
How stem the warn ing runs
There are two ways to aid her ark
A S patrons,and as sons
A t Sea. j zm e 24, 183 3 .
‘ THE G IFT OF TONGUES. 1 85
TH E G IFT OF TONGUES .
ONCE cast w i th men of language strange
And fore ign -mou lded creed,
I mark’
d the i r random converse change,
And sacred themes succeed .
Oh,how I coveted the gi ft
To thread the i r m ingled th rong
Of sounds,then h igh my wi tnes s l i ft
Bu t weakness chain ’
d my tongue .
Lord has ou r dearth of fa i th and
Lost u s th i s power once given
O r i s i t sen t at season s rare
And then fl i ts back to heaven
A t S ea.
praye r
j nne 24, 183 3 .
1 86 THE POWER OF PRAYER.
THE POWER OF PRAYER .
THERE i s not on the earth a sou l SO base
But may obtai n a p lace
In covenanted grace ;
So that h i s feeble prayer of fai th obtai n s
Some loo sen i ng of h is cha ins,
And earnests of the great re l ease,wh ich rise
From gift to g i ft,and reach at length the eternal
A ll may save se l f —bu t m inds that heavenward
towe r
A im at a wider power
G ifts on the world to shower.
And th i s i s not at once —by fast ings gain’
d,
And t r ial s wel l su stain’d,
By pureness,ri ghteous deeds
,and toi ls ofl ove
,
Abidance i n the Truth , and zeal for God above .
A t S ea. j am 24. 1 83 3 .
T I I E ELEMENTS.
CXI I.
THE ELEMENTS .
(A Trag ie C/zorzcs .)
MAN i s perm itted much
To scan and l earn
In Nature ’s frame
Ti l l he we l l-n igh can tameBrute m ischiefs and can touch
I nvis ible th i ngs , and tu rn
A ll warring i l ls to purposes of good .
Thus, as a god below,
He can control,
And harmon ize, what seems am iss to
A s sever’
d from the whol e
And d imly understood .
But o’er the elements
One Hand al one,
One Hand has sway
What influence day; by day
In strai ter bel t prevents
The imp ious Ocean , thrown
THE ELEMENTS. 1 89
A l ternate o ’er the ever-sound i ng shore P
Or who has eye to trace
How the P lague came ?
Fore run the doubl ings of the Tempest ’s race
O r the A i r’s weigh t and flame
On a set sca l e explore ?
Thus God has wi l l ’d
That man,when ful ly Skill
’
d,
St i l l gropes i n twi l ight d im
E ncompas s’
d all h is hours
By fearfu l les t powers
Infle x ible to h im .
That so he may d iscern
H is feeb leness .
And e’
en'
for earth ’s s uccess
To H im in w i sdom turn,
Who holds for us the keys of e i ther
Earth and the world to come.
A t Sea. l u ne 2 5, 1 83 3 .
190 APOSTAsv.
CXI I I .
A POSTACY.
FRANCE ! I wi l l th ink of thee as what thou wast,
When Po ictiers show ’d her zeal for the true
creed
Or i n that age , when Holy Truth, though cast
On a rank so i l,yet was a thriv ing seed
,
Thy schoo ls with i n,from neighbouring countries
chased
E'
en of thy pagan day I bear to read,
Thy Martyrs sanct i fied the gu i l ty host,
The son s of blessed John,reared o n a western
coast .
I dare not th ink of thee as what thou art,
Lest thoughts too deep for man shou ld trouble
me .
I t i s not safe to place the m ind and heart
On brink of evi l,or its flames to see
,
1 92 JUDAISM.
C'
XIV.
JUDAISM.
(A Trag ic C/zorzcs .)
O PITEOUS race
Fearfu l to look upon ,
Once stand ing in h igh place,
Heaven ’s e ldest son .
0 aged b l ind
Unvenerable ! as thou fl ittest by,
I l iken thee to h im i n pagan song,
Inthy gaunt majesty,
The vagrant K ing, of haughty-purposed m ind ,
Whom prayer nor plague cou ld bend
\V rong’d,at the cos t of h im who d id the wrong,
Accursed h imsel f, but i n h is curs i ng strong,
And honou r’
d i n h is end .
2 V ide the (E d iDu s Coloneu s ofSophocles .
JUDAISM. 1 93
0 Abraham ! s i re,
Shamed i n thy progeny
Who to thy fai th asp i re,
Thy Hope deny.
Wel l wast thou given
From out the heathen an adop ted he i r
Rai sed strangely from the dead when
s lai n
Thy former-cherish’
d care .
0 holymen,ye first-wrought gems of heaven
Pol lu ted i n your k in,
Come to ou r fonts, your lustre to regai n .
O Hol iest Lo rd bu t Thou canst take no
Of blood,or ta i n t of s in .
Twice i n their day
Proffer ofprec ious cos t
Was made,Heaven’ s han d to stay
E re all was los t .
The fi rs t prevall’
d
Moses was outcast from the prom ised home,
For h i s own s i n,yet taken at h is prayer
To change h is people ’s doom .
C lose on the i r eve , one other ask’
d and fail’d
O
194 JUDAISM.
When ferven t Pau l was fai n
The accursed tree, as Christ had borne , to bear,
No hopefu l answer came,—a Pri ce more rare
A l ready Shed in va in .
OfMarseilles Harbou r. j ane 27, 1 83 3 .
196 SEPARAT ION OF FRIENDS.
5 0 day by day for him from earth ascends ,
As steam in summer-eve n,
The speechless i ntercess ion of h i s friends,
Toward the azure heaven .
Ah ! dearest,with a wo rd he could d ispe l
A ll ques tion ing,and rai se
Our hearts to rapture,whisper ing all was wel l
And turn ing prayer to prai se .
And other secrets too he could dec lare,
By patterns all d ivi ne,
H is earthly creed retouching here and there,
And deepen ing every l in e.
Dearest he longs to speak,as I to know
,
And yet we both refrai n
I t were not good a l i t tle doubt below,
And all wi l l soon be pla in .
3
j une 27 , 1 83 3 .
3 The last twelve l ines were added after Feb . 28, 1 836 , the
date ofR . H urre l l Fronde’s death .
T I I E PRIESTLY OFF ICE. 197
CXVI .
THE PRIESTLY OFFICE .
FROM ST. GREGORY NAZIANZEN.
I N servi ce O ’er the Myst i c Feast I stand
I c lean se Thy v ict im -flock,a nd bring them near
In ho l i est wi se,and by a bloodless ri te .
0 fi re of Love ! 0 gu sh ing Foun t of Light
(AS best I know,who need Thy p i tyi ng Hand)
Dread office th i s,bemired soul s to c lear
O f the i r defilement,and agai n made bright .
198 MORN ING.
CXVI I .
MORN ING .
FROM ST. GREGORY NAZIANZEN.
I RISE and rai se my clasped hands to Thee
Henceforth, the darkness hath no part i n me,
Thy sacrifice this day
Abid i ng fi rm,and with a freeman ’s m ight
S temming the waves ofpass ion i n the fight
Ah,shou ld I from Thee stray
,
My hoary h ead , Thy table Where I bow,
Wi ll be my shame,which are mine honour now.
Thus I set out -Lord lead me on my way
Oxford .
200 HERMITAGE.
CXIX.
A HERMITAGE .
FROM ST. GREGORY NAZIANZEN.
SOME one wh isper’
d yesterday,
Of the ri ch and fash ionable,
Gregory in h is own smal l way
Easy was and comfortable .
Had he not of weal th h is fi l l
Whom a garden gay d id bless,
And a gently trickl ing ri l l,
And the sweets of id leness ?
I made answer Is i t ease
Fasts to keep and tears to Shed,
V igi l hours and wounded knees,
Cal l you these a pleasant bed ?
A HERMITAGE. 20 1
Thus a veri tabl e mon k
Do es to death h is fleshly frame
Be there who i n s l oth are sunk,
They have forfei ted the name.
202 THE MARRI ED AND THE SINGLE.
CXX.
THE MARRIED AND THE S INGLE .
A FRAGMENT FROM ST. GREGORY NAZIANZEN.
A S,when the hand some m im ic form would pai nt
,
I t marks i ts purpose fi rst i n shadows fai n t,
And n ex t, i ts store of vari ed hues appl ies,
Ti l l outl i nes fade,and the ful l l imbs ari se
So i n the earl ier school of sacred lore
The V i rgin - l i fe no c laim of honour bore,
Whi le in Re l igion’
s youth the L aw held sway,
And traced in symbo l s d im that better way.
But, when the Chr is t came by a V i rgi n-bi rth ,
H is rad ian t passage from high heaven to earth,
And,spurn ing father fo r H is mortal state
,
Did Eve and a l l her daughters consecrate,
So lved flesh ly laws, and i n the letter’s p lace
Gave us the Spiri t and the Word of Grace,
Then shone the glorious Cel ibate at length ,
Robed i n the da zz l ing l ightn ings of i ts Strength,
204 THE MARRIED AND TH E ' SINGLE.
What t ime the Dem iurge o u r l ine began,
Oped Adam ’s s ide,and out of man drew man.
Thence forth le t ch i ldren Ofa mortal sod
Honou r the law of earth,the primal law of God .
List,you Shal l hear the gi fts of pr ice that l ie
Gathered and bound wi th in the marriage-t ie .
What taught the arts of l i fe,the truths wh ich sl eep
I n earth,or h ighest heaven
, or vasty deep
What fill’d the mart,and urged the vessel brave
To l in k in one fai r countr ies o ’er the wave
What rai sed the town ?what gave the type and germ
Of soc ial un ion,and ofsceptre fi rm P
What the fi rst hq andman,the glebe to plough ,
And rear the garden,but the marriage vow ?
Nay,l ist agai n Who seek i ts k indly chain ,
A second se l f, a double presence gai n
Hands,eyes
,and ears , to act or suffer here,
Ti l l e ’en the weak inspi re both love and fear,
A com rade ’s S igh , to soothe when cares annoy,
A comrade ’s smi le, to e levat e h is joy .
THE MARRIED AND THE SINGLE. 205
Nor say i t weds us to a carna l l i fe,
When want is urgen t,fears and vows are r i fe .
Light heart i s h is,who has no yoke at home
,
Scan t prayer for b less ings,as the seasons come
But wi fe,and offspri ng
,goods wh ich go or stay
,
Teach us our need,and make us trust and pray .
Take love away,and l i fe would be defaced
,
A ghastly v i s i on on a howl i ng waste,
Stern,heartless
,reft of the sweet spel ls wh ich swage
The th roes of pass ion,and wh i ch gladden age .
No chi ld ’s sweet pranks,once more to make us
young ;
No t ies of place abou t our heart-str i ngs flung ;
No pub l ic haunts to cheer no fest ive t ide
When harm less m irth and sm i l in g wi t pres ide
A l i fe whi ch scorns the gi fts by heaven ass ign’
d,
Nor knows the sympathy of human k i nd .
Prophets and teachers, p r i ests and v ictor k i ngs ,
Deck’
d with each grace wh ich heaven - taught
natu re br ings
These were no g iant o ffspri ng of t he earth ,
But to the marr iage -prom ise owed thei r bi rth
206 THE MARRIED AND THE SINGLE.
Moses and Samuel, David , David’s Son
,
The blessed Tishbi te,the more blessed J ohn
,
The sacred Twelve in apo stol ic cho i r,
Strong-hearted Paul,i nst inct wi th seraph fire,
And o thers , now or erst, who to h igh heaven aspire
Beth ink ye ; shou ld the s ingle state be best,
Yet who the s ingle,but my offspr ing blest
My sons, be st i l l, nor w ith your parents s trive
They coupled in thei r day, and so ye l ive .”
Thus marriage pleads . Now let her rival speak
Dim i s her downcast eye, and pal e her cheek ;
Untrimm’
d her gear ; no sandal s on her feet ;
A sparest form for auste re tenan t meet .
She drops her ve i l her modest face around ,
And her l ips open , but we hear no sound .
I wi l l address her Hai l, 0 ch i ld of Heaven ,
G lorious wi th in ! to whom a post i s given
Hard by the Throne where angels bow and fear,
E ’en wh i le thou hast a name and miss ion here ,
0 de ign thy voice , unvei l they brow and see
Thy ready guard and min ister i n me .
Oft hast thou come heaven-wafted to my breast,
Bright Spi ri t so come agai n,and give me rest .”
208 INTERCESSION OF THE SAINTS.
CXXI .
INTERCESS ION OF THE SAINTS .
WH ILE Moses on the Mounta in lay,
N ight after n ight,and day by day,
Ti l l fo rty suns were gone,
Unconsc ious,i n the Pre sence bright
,
O f lust rous day and starry n ight,
As though h is sou l had fl itted qu i te
From earth,and Ed en won
The pageant ofa kingdom vast,
And th ings unu tterable, pass’
d
Befo re the Prophe t’s eye
Dread shadows of th ’ E ternal Throne ,
The fount of Li fe,and A l tar-stone
,
Pavement,and them that tread thereon
And those who worsh ip n igh .
INTERCESSION OF THE SAINTS. 209
But lest he shou ld h is own forget,
Who in the va le were struggl ing yet,
A sadder vi s ion came,
An nounc i ng al l that gu i l ty deed
Of i do l r i te,that i n the i r need
H e for h is flock m igh t i n tercede,
And stay Heaven ’s r i s ing flame.
S eptember 4, 1 83 5.
2 10 WAIT ING FOR THE MORN ING.
CXXI I.
WA IT ING FOR THE MORNING.
Quoddam quas i pratum , in qu o animx nih i l patiebantu r, sedmanebant, nond um idonea Vis ion i Beatae. B ea
’
ce H ist. v .
THEY are at rest
We may not st i r the heaven of the i r repose
Wi th loud-voiced grief,or pass ionate request,
Or selfish plai n t for those
Who i n the moun tai n grots of Eden l ie,
And hear the fourfold river,as i t hurri es by.
They hear i t sweep
In d istance down the dark and savage val e
But they at eddying pool or curren t deep
Shal l never more grow pal e
They hear,and meekly muse, as fai n to know
How long unti red,unspent
,that giant stream shal l
flow.
2 12 MATINS—SUNDAY.
CXXII I .
MAT INS—SUNDAY .
1
Primo d ie, qu o Trinitas.
TO -DAY the Blessed Three i n One
Began the earth and Skies
To day a Conqueror,God the Son
,
Did from the grave arise
We too w i l l wake,and
,i n despi te
Of s loth and languor,all uni te
,
As Psalm ists b id,through the d im n ight,
Wai t ing w i th wistfu l eyes .
So may He hear, and heed each vow
And prayer to H im addre st ;
And gran t an i n s tant cleans ing now,
A/fu tu re glorious rest.
These H ymns are all free translations, made in 1836 8,
from the Roman Brev iary, except two wh ich are from the
Paris ian.
MAT INS—SUNDAY. 2 1 3
5 0 may He p len t i fu l ly shower,
On all who hymn H is love and power,
In th i s most st i l l and sacred hour,
H is sweetes t gi fts and bes t.
Father of puri ty and l ight
Thy presence i f we win,
’Twi l l sh i e ld us from the deeds
The burn ing darts of s i n
Lest aught d efiled or d issol u te
Relax our bod ies or imbrute,
AInd fi res e ternal be the fru it
Of fi re now l i t w i th i n .
Fix i n our hearts,Redeemer dear
,
The ever-gush ing spri ng
Ofgrace to c l eanse, of l i fe to cheer
Soul s s ick and sorrowi ng .
Thee,bou nteous Father, we entreat,
And On ly Son,awfu l and sweet
,
And l i fe-creat i ng Parac lete,
The everlast ing K ing.
MAT INS—SUNDAY.
CXXIV .
MAT INS—SUNDAY.
Nocte su rgentes .
LET us arise,and watch by n ight ,
And med itate always
And chant, as i n our Maker’s s ight,
Un ited hymns of prai se.
So, s i nging with the Sai nts i n b l iss,
With them we may attai n
Li fe everlasting after th is,
And heaven for earth ly pai n .
Grant thi s, 0 Father, On ly Son ,
And Spi ri t,God of grace,
To whom al l worsh ip shal l be done
In every t ime and place
2 r6 MAT INS—MONDAY.
Our bosoms,Lord
,unburthen Thou
,
Let noth ing there offend
That those Who hymn Thy praises now
May hymn them to the end.
Gran t th is,O Father
,Only Son
,
And Spi ri t,God ofgrace
,
To whom all worsh ip shal l be don e
In every t ime and place.
MAT INS—TUESDAY.
CXXVI .
MAT INS—TUE SDAY
COnsors Patern i lum inis .
O GOD from God , and Light from
Who art Thysel f th e day,
Our chants shal l b reak the c louds o f n ight
Be wi th us Wh i l e we pray.
Chase Thou the gloom that haun ts
The thronging Shades of hel l,
The s loth and drows iness that b in d
The senses wi th a Spe l l .
Lord,to the i r s i n s indu lgen t be
,
Who,i n th i s hou r forlorn
,
By fa ith i n what they do not see,
With songs preven t the morn .
G rant th is , 0 Father, etc .
2 1 7
2 1 8 MAT INS - WEDNESDAY.
CXXVI I .
MAT INS—WEDNESDAY.
Rerum Creator optime .
WHO mades t all and dost control,
Lord,with Thy touch d ivine ,
Cast out the s l umbers Of the sou l,
The rest that i s not Thi ne.
Look down,E ternal Hol iness
,
And wash the S i n s away,
Of those,who
,r i s ing to con fess
,
Outstrip the l ingeri ng day.
Our hearts and hands by n ight, O
We l ift them in our need
As holy Psalm ists give the word,
And holy Pau l the deed .
220 MATINS—THURSDAY.
CXXVI I I .
MAT INS—THURSDAY
Nox atra rerum contegit.
ALL tender l ights,all hues d ivi ne
The n ight has swept away ;
Shine on us, Lord , and we shal l Sh ine
Bright i n an inward day .
The spots of gu i l t, S i n’s wages base
,
Searcher of hearts,we own
Wash us and robe us i n Thy grace,
Who d idst for s i ns atone.
The sl uggard sou l,that bears thei r
Shrinks in i ts S i l en t lai r,
Or gropes am id i ts chambers dark
For Thee,who art not there .
MAT INS—THURSDAY. 22 1
Redeemer send Thy pi erc ing rays,
That we may bear to be
Set i n the l ight of Thy pure gaze,
And yet rejo ice ln -Thee .
Grant th i s, 0 Father, etc .
222 MAT INS—FRIDAY
CXXIX.
MAT INS—FRIDAY.
Tu Trinitatis Un itas .
MAY the d read Three i n One,who sways
A ll with H is sovere ign m ight,
Accept us fo r th is hymn of pra i se,
H is watchers in the n ight.
For i n the n ight, when al l i s st i l l
We Spurn our bed and ri se,
To find the balm for ghostly i l l
H is bounteous hand suppl ies.
I f e ’er by n ight our envious foe
With gu i l t our sou ls would stain ,
May the deep streams of mercy flow,
And make us whi te aga in
224 MATINS—SATURDAY.
CXXX.
MAT INS—SATURDAY.
Su’
mmm Parens clementize .
FATHER ofmerc ies i nfin i te,
Ru l ing al l th i ngs that be,
Who,shrouded in the depth and
Art One, and yet art Three
A ccept our chants, accept our tears,
A m ingled stream we pour
Such stream the laden bosom cheers,
To taste Thy sweetness more.
Purge Thou w i th fi re the o ’
ercharged
I ts sores and wounds profound
And with the watcher’
s gi rd le bind
The l imbs which sloth has bound .
MAT INS SATURDAY.
That they who with thei r chants by n ight
Before Thy presence come,
All may be fill’d with strength and l ight
From thei r e ternal home .
G ran t th is, 0 Father, etc.
toU1
226 LAUDS—SUNDAY.
CXXX I .
LAUDS— SUNDAY
fEterne rerum cond itor.
FRAMER of the earth and sky,
Ruler of the day and n ight ,
With a glad variety,
Tempering all, and making
G leams upon our dark path fl i nging,
Cutt ing short each night begun ,
Hark for Chanticleer i s s inging,
Hark h e ch ides the l i ngering sun .
And the morn ing star repl ies,
And l ets loose the imprison’
d day
And the god less bandi t fl ies
From his haunt and from h is prey .
228 LAU'
DS— SUNDAY .
To the Father and the Son ,
And the Spi ri t, who i n Heaven
Ever wi tness,Three and One
,
Pra ise on Earth be ever given .
LAUDS—SUNDAY.
CXXX I I .
LAUDS—SUNDAY .
Ecce jam noctis.
PALER have grown the shades of n ight ,
And nearer draws the day,
Checker i ng the sky wi th streaks of l ight ,
S ince we began to pray
To pray fo r mercy when we Sin,
For c leans i ng and re lease,
For ghostly sa fe ty,and wi th i n
For everlast i ng peace .
Pra ise to the Father,as i s meet,
Prai se to the On ly Son ,
Prai s e to the H o ly Parac lete,
Whi le end less ages run .
229
30 LAUDS—MONDAY.
CXXXII I .
LAUDS—MONDAY.
Splendor Patemm glorize .
OF the Father Effl uence bright,
Out ofLight evo lving l ight,
Light from Light,un fai l i ng Ray
,
Day creat ive of the day
Truest Sun,upon us stream
Wi th Thy calm perpetual beam,
In the Spiri t 3 sti l l sunsh ine
Making sense and thought d ivine.
Seek we too the Father ’s face
Father‘
of almighty grace,
And of maj esty excel l ing,
Who can purge our tai n ted dwel l ing
23 LAUDS—MONDAY.
To the Father,and the Son
,
And Sp iri t,Th ree and One
,
As of old,and as i n Heaven
,
Now and here be glory given .
LAUDS—TUESDAY. 23 3
CXXXI V
LAUDS—TUESDAY.
A les d ie i nuntiu s .
DAY ’S hera ld bi rd
At length i s heard,
Tel l i ng i ts morn ing torch is
And smal l and sti l l
Chr i st ’s accen ts thri l l,
With in the heart rek i ndl ing
Away,He cri es
,
With langu id eyes,
And s ickly s l umbers profitless !
I am at hand ,
As watchers stand ,
In awe,and tru th
,and hol i ness .
234 LAUDs—TUESDAY.
He wi l l appear
The hearts to cheer
Of supp l iants pale and abst i nent
Who cannot S l eep
Because they weep
With ho ly grief and violen t .
Keep us awake,
Th e fetters break,
J esu ! which n ight has fo rged for
Y ea,mel t the n ight
To S i n l ess l ight,
Ti l l a l l i s bright and glorious .
To Father,Son,
And Spi ri t,One
,
To the Most Holy Trin ity,
All prai se be given
In Earth and Heaven,
Now,as of old
,and end less ly.
LAUDS—WEDNESDAY .
Much i t needs Thy l ight d ivi ne,
Spot and stain to c lean
Light o f Angels,on us shine
With Thy face serene .
To the Father,and the Son
,
And the Holy Ghost,
Here be glory,as i s done
By the angel ic host.
LAUDS—TIIURSDAY.
CXXXVI .
LAUDS—THURSDAY.
Lu x ecce su rg it aurea.
SEE,the go lden dawn is glowing,
Wh i l e the paly shades are going,
Which have led us far and l ong,
In a labyri n th of wrong.
May i t bring us peace serene
May i t c leanse, as i t i s c lean
Pla i n and c lear ou r words he spoke,
And ou r thoughts w ithout a c loak
So the day ’ s account,shal l stand .
Gu i le less tongue and holy hand,
Sted fast eyes and unbegu i l ed,
Fl esh as of a l i tt l e ch i ld .
”
L)
be
LAUDS—THURSDAY.
There i s One who from above
Watche s how the st i l l hours move
Ofour day of service done,
From the dawn to setting sun.
To the Fathe r,and the Son
,
And the Spir i t, Three and One,
As of old,and as i n Heaven
,
Now and here be glory given .
240 LAUDS— FRIDAY.
Then the root of fai th shal l spread
In the heart new fash ioned
G ladsome hope Shal l spri ng above,
And shal l bear the fru i t of love .
To the Father, and the Son,
And the Holy Ghost,
Here be g lory, as is done
By the angel ic host.
LAUDS—SATURDAY .
Au rora jam spargit polum .
TH E dawn i s spr ink led o ’er the sky,
The day s teal s soft ly on
I ts darts are scatte r’
d far and n igh,
A nd all that fraudfu l i s,shal l fly
Before the br ighten ing Sun
Spectres of i l l,that stal k at wi l l ,
And fo rms ofgu i l t that fright,
And h ideous s in , that ventu res i n
Under the c loak of n ight .
And of our cr imes the tal e complete,
Which bows us in Thy s ight,
Up to the latest, they shal l fleet,
Out-te ld by our fu l l numbers sweet,
And melted by the l ight
242 LAUDs—SATURDAY.
Father, Son , and Spi ri t, One,
Whom we adore and love,
given all pra ise, now and always,
Here as i n Heaven above.
244 PRIME.
And grant that to Thi ne honour,
Our da i ly toi l may tend
That we begin i t at Thy word,
And in Thy blessi ng end .
And,lest the flesh i n i ts excess
Should lord i t o’er the sou l,
Let tam ing abst inence repress
The rebel , and control .
To God the Father glory be,
And to H is On ly Son ,
And to the Spiri t, One and Three,
While end less ages run .
L ittlemore. Febru ary ,I 84
2
TERCE.
TERCE .
N unc Sancte nob is Spiritu s .
Holy Ghost,who ever One
Re ignes t w i th Father and with Son,
I t i s the hour,our sou ls possess
With Thy ful l flood of hol iness .
Let flesh , and heart, and l ips, and m ind ,
Sound forth our witn ess to mank i nd ;
And l ove l igh t up ou r morta l frame,
Ti l l others catch the l iving flame .
Now to the Father,to th e Son
,
And to the Sp i rit, Three i n One ,
Be prai se and thanks and glory g iven
By men on earth,by Sa in ts i n heaven .
a4s
246 SEXT.
CXL I .
SEXT.
Rector potens , verax Deu s.
O GOD, who cans t n ot change nor fai l ,
Gu id ing the hours,as the y rol l by
,
Bright’
ning with beams the morn ing pal e,
And burn i ng in the m id-day sky,
Quench Thou the fi res ofhate and str i fe,
The wasting fever ofthe heart
From peri l s guard our feeble l i fe,
And to our sou l s Thy peace impart.
G ran t thi s, 0 Father, Only Son ,
And Ho ly Spi ri t,God of grace
,
To whom al l glory,Three i n One
,
Be given in every t ime and place.
248 VESPERs—SUNDAv.
CXLI I I .
VESP’
ERS—SUNDAY.
Lu cis Creator optime.
FATHER of L ights,by whom each day
IS k ind led ou t of n ight,
Who , when the heavens were made, d idst lay
Thei r rud iments in l ight
Thou,who d ids t bi nd and blend in one
The gl isten ing morn ‘
and even ing pale,
Hear Thou our p lai n t,when l ight i s gone,
And lawlessness and stri fe prevai l .
H ear,lest the whelming weight of cr ime
Wreck us with l i fe i n V i ew
Lest thoughts and schemes of sen se and t ime
Earn us a S i nner’s due.
5 0 may we knock at Heaven’s door,
And str ive the immortal prize to win ,
Continual ly and evermore
Guarded wi thout and pure with in.
VESPERS— SUNDAY.
'
G ran t th is, 0 Father, Only Son ,
And Sp iri t God of grace,
To Whom all worsh ip Shal l be done
I n every t ime and place .
250 VESPERS—MONDAY.
CXLI V.
VESPERS—MONDAY.
Immense coel i cond itor.
LORD of unbounded Space,
Who, lest the Sky and mai n
Shou ld m ix,and heaven should lose
D idst the rude waters cha in
Part ing the moist and rare,
That r i l l s on earth m ight flow
To soothe the angry flame,whene ’er
I t ravens from below
Pour on us of Thy grace
The everlast ing spring
Lest our frai l s teps renew the trace
Ofthe anc ien t wandering.
252 VESPERS—TUESDAY.
CXLV .
VESPERS—TUESDAY .
Telluris alme cond itor.
A LL -BOUNTIFUL Creator,who
,
When Thou d idst mou ld the wor ld,
dra in
The waters from the mass , that so
Earth m ight immovable remai n
That i ts d ul l c lods i t m ight transmute
To golden flowers i n vale o r wood,
To ju i ce of th i rs t a l laying fru i t,
And grate fu l herbage spread for food
Wash Thou our smart ing wounds and hot,
I n the coo l freshnes s of Thy grace
T i l l tears start forth the pas t to blot,
And c leanse and calm Thy holy place
VESPERS—TUESDAY. 25 3
Ti l l we obey Thy fu l l behest,
Shun the world ’ s tai n ted touch and breath ,
Joy i n what h ighest i s and bes t,
And gai n a spel l to baffle death .
Gran t i t, 0 Father, Only Son ,
And Holy Sp iri t, God of Grace ;
To whom all glory, Three i n One ,
Be given i n every t ime and plac
254 VESPERS—YVEDNESDAY.
CXLVI .
VESPERS—WEDNESDAY .
Coel i Deu s sanctissime.
O LORD,who
, thron’
d i n the holy height,
Through plai ns of ether d idst d i ffuse
The daz z l i ng beams of l ight,
In soft transparen t hues ;
Who d id st,'
on the fourth day, i n heaven
L igh t the fierce cresset of the sun,
And the meek moon at even,
And stars that wi ld ly run
That they m ight mark and arbi trate’Twixt al ternat i ng n ight and day,
And tend the tra in sedate
Of months upon the i r way ;
VESPERS—THURSDAY .
Magnae Deu s potentine.
O GOD,who hast given
the sea and the Sky,
To fi sh and to b ird
for a dwel l ing to keep,
Both sons o f the waters,
one low and one h igh,
Ambit ious o f heaven ,
yet sunk in the deep ;
Save,Lord
,Thy servan ts ,
whom Thou hast new made
In a laver of blood,
lest they trespass and d ie
Lest pride should elate,
or the flesh should degrade,
And they stumble on earth ,
or be d izz ied on h igh .
VESPERS—THURSDAY.
To the Father an d Son
And the Spi r i t be done,
Now and always,
Glory and pra ise.
2 58 VESPERS—FRIDAY.
CXLVI I I .
VESPERS—FRIDAY.
H ominis su perne Cond itor.
WHOM al l obey,
Maker of man l who from Thy height
Bade st the dul l earth bring to l ight
A ll creep ing th ings,and the fierce m igh t
Of beast s of prey
And the huge make
Of wi ld or gentle r an imal,
Springing from noth ing at Thy
To serve i n the i r du e t ime,and
For s i nners’ sake
Shie ld us from i l l
Come i t by pass ion ’s sudden stress,
Lurk i n our m ind ’s habi tual d ress,
Or through our act ions seek to press
Upon our wi l l .
260 VESPERS—SATURDAY.
CXLIX .
VESPERS—SATURDAY.
Jam sol reced it igneu s .
THE red su n is gone,
Thou Light of the heart,
Blessed Three,Holy One
,
To Thy servants a sun
Everlast ing impart.
There were Lands i n the morn,
Here are Vespers at even
Oh,may we adorn
Thy temple new born
Wi th our voices i n Heaven .
To the Father be prai se,
And prai se to the Son
And the Spiri t always,
Whi le the i nfi n i te days
Of etern ity run .
COMPL INE.
COMPL INE .
Te lu cis ante term inum .
that the day- l i ght d ies away,
By all Thy grace and love,
Thee , Maker of the world,we pray
To watch ou r bed above.
Let d reams depart and phan toms fly,
The offspr ing of the n ight,
Keep us,l i ke shr ines, beneath Th ine eye,
Pure i n ou r foe’s desp i te.
Th is grace on Thy redeem’
d con fer,
Father, Co -equal Son
,
And Holy Ghost,the Comforter
,
Eternal Th ree i n One.
26 1
ADVENT—VESPERS .
Creator alme s iderum .
CREATOR of the starry pol e,
Saviour of all who l ive,
And l ight of every fa ithfu l sou l,
Jesu,these prayers rece ive .
Who sooner than our foe mal ign
Should triumph,from above
D idst come,to be the med ic ine
Of a s i ck world,i n love
And the deep wounds to cl eanse
Of a whole race, d idst go,
Pure V i ct im,from a V i rgin pure,
The bi tter Cross unto.
ADVENT—MAT INS.
CLI I .
ADVENT—MAT INS .
Verbum supernum prod iens .
SUPERNAL Word, proceed ing
’
from
The Eternal Father’s breast,
And i n the end of ages come,
To aid a world d istrest
En l ighten,Lord, and set on fi re
Ou r Spir i ts wi th Thy love,
That, dead to earth, they may asp ire
And l ive to j oys above.
That,when the judgmen t-seat on
Shal l fix the si nner’s doom,
And to the j ust a glad vo i ce cry,
Come to your des t i ned home ;
ADVENT— MAT INS.
Safe from the black and yawn ing
Of rest l ess,end less pai n ,
We may the face of God partake,
The bl i ss of heaven attai n .
To God the Father,God the Son
,
And Holy Ghost, to Thee ,
As hereto fore,when t ime i s don e
,
Unend i ng glory be.
26a
CLI I I.
ADVENT—LAUDS.
En clara vox redargu it.
HARK,a j oyfu l vo ice i s thri l l ing
,
And each d im and wind ing way
Of the anc ient Temple fi l l ing
Dreams,depart for i t i s day.
Chri st i s com ing —from thy bed ,Earth-bound sou l
,awake and spring,
With the sun new-risen to shed
Heal th on human suffer ing.
Lo to grant a pardon free,
Comes a wi l l ing Lamb from Heaven ;
Sad and tearfu l , hasten we,
One and all,to be forgiven
26 8 THE TRANSF IGURAT ION—MATINS.
CL IV.
THE TRANSFIGURAT ION MAT INS .
Qu icunqu e Christum quae ritis .
O YE who seek the Lord,
Lift up your eyes on h igh,
For there H e doth the S ign accord
Of H i s bright majesty.
We see a dazz l ing s ight
T hat Shal l ou tl ive all t ime,
O lder than depth or starry height,
Lim it less and subl ime.
’Tis He for Israel ’s fold
And heathen tribes decreed,
The K ing to Abraham pledged
And h is un fai l ing seed.
THE TRANSF IGURAT ION—MAT INS . 269
Prophets foreto ld H i s bi rth,
And witness’
d when H e came,
The Father speaks to a l l the earth
To hear,and own H is name.
To J esus,who d isplays
To babes H is beam ing face,
Be,with the Father
,end les s pra ise,
And with the Sp i r i t of grace . Amen .
270 THE TRANSFIGURAT ION—LAUDS.
THE TRANSFIGURAT ION—LAUDS .
Lux alma Jesu .
LIGHT ofthe anx ious heart,
Jesus,Thou dost appear
,
To b id the gloom of gu i lt depart,
And shed Thy sweetness here.
Joyous i s he,with whom
,
God ’s Word,Thou dost ab ide
Sweet Light of our eternal home ,
To fleshly sense den ied .
Brightness o f God above 1
Unfathomable grace !
Thy Presence be a fount of love
With in Thy chosen place.
27 2 FOR“
A MARTYR.
CLVI.
FOR A MARTYR.
Deu s tu orum m ilitum .
O GOD, of Thy sold iers
the Portion and Crown,
Spare s inners who hymn
the pra ise of the B lest ;
Earth ’s bi tter joys ,
i ts l ures and i ts frown,
He scann’
d them and scorn’
d,
and so i s at rest .
Thy Martyr he ran
al l val iantly o ’er
A highway of blood
for the prize Thou hast g iven .
We kneel at Thy feet,
and meekly implore,
That our pardon may wai t
on h i s tr i umph in heaven .
FOR A MARTYR.
Honou r and prai se
To the Father and Son
And the Sp ir i t be done
Now and a lways . Amen.
274 ON THE FEAST OF A CONFESSOR BISIIOP.
CLVI I .
FOR A CONFESSOR B ISHOP.
Christe Pastorum .
l
O THOU,of shepherds Pri nce and Head
,
Now on a Bishop ’s festal-day
Thy flock to many a shrin e have sped
Thei r vows to pay .
He to the h igh and dreadfu l throne
Urged by no false inspirings , prest,
Nor on hot daring ofhis own,
But Thy behest .
And so, that sold ier good and tried ,
From the fu l l horn of heavenly grace,
Thy Spi ri t d id ano int,to gu ide
Thy ransom’
d race.
1 From the Paris ian Breviary.
276 ETHELWALD.
CLV I I I .
ETHELWALD.
S t. Bea’
e’
s Ill etrz'
cal H istory of S t. Cu t/zbe; t.
BETWEEN two comrades dear,
Zealous and true as they,
Thou,prudent Ethelwald
,d idst bear
In that h igh home the sway.
A man , who ne’er
,
’t i s said,
Would of h is graces tel l,
Or wi th what arms he triumph’
ed
Over the Dragon fel l .
So down to us hath come
A memorable word,
Which in unguarded season from.
H is blessed l ips was heard .
ETHELVVALD. 277
I t chanced,that
,as th e Sai n t
Drank i n with fai th fu l ear
O f Ange l tones the wh ispers fa in t,
Thus spoke a brother dear
Oh, why so many a pause,
Thwart ing thy words ’ fu l l stream,
Ti l l her dark l i n e Obl ivi on draws
Across the broken theme ? ”
He an swered T i l l thou seal
To sounds o f earth th ine ear,
Sweet fri end,be su re thou n e ’er shal t
Angel i c vo ices near .”
But then the herm i t b lest
A sudden change came o’er
He shudders,sobs
,and sm i tes h i s breast
,
I s mute,then speaks once more ‘
Oh, by the Name Most H igh,
What I have now let fa l l,
Hush,t i l l I lay me down to d i e,
And go the way of a l l
278 ETHELWALD.
Thus d id a Sai n t i n fear
H is gifts celestial h ide ;
Thus d id an Angel stand ing near
Proc la im them far and wide .
L ittler/tore.
280 CANDLEMAS.
And whi le the sword i n Mary ’s sou l
Is d riven home,we hide
In our own hearts,and count the wound s
Of pass ion and of pride.
And st i l l , though Cand lemas
And A l l e l u ias o ’er,
Mary is mus ic i n our need,
And Jesus l ight i n store.
Tbe Oratory .
THE PILGRIM QUEEN. 28 1
CLX.
THE P ILGRIM QUEEN .
(A S ong .)
THERE sat a Lady
a l l on the ground,
Rays of the morn ing
c i rc led her round ,
Save thee,and ha i l to thee,
Grac ious and Fai r,
I n the Ch i l l tw i l ight
what wou ldst thou there P
Here I s i t desolate,
sweet ly sai d she,
Though I ’m a queen,
and my name i s Ma ri e
Robbers have rifled
my garden and store,
Foes t hey have s tolen
my hei r from my bower.
282 THE P ILGRIM QUEEN.
They said they cou ld keep H im
far better than I,
In a palace all His,
planted deep and rai sed high .
’Twas a palace of ice,
hard and co ld as were they,
And when summe r came,
i t all mel ted away.
Next would they barter H im ,
Him the Supreme,
For the sp ice of the desert,
and gold of the stream
And me they b id wander
i n weeds and alone ,
I n th is green merry land
wh i ch once was my own .
I look ’
d on that Lady,
and out from her eyes
Came the deep glowing blue
of I taly’s sk ies
THE MONTH OF MARY.
CLX I .
THE MONTH OF MARY.
(A S ong .)
GREEN are the leaves,and sweet the flowers
,
And r ich the hues of May ;
We see them in the gardens round,
And marke t-pan iers gay
And e ’en among our streets,and l anes
,
And al leys,we descry
,
By fitfu l gleams, the fai r sunsh ine,
The blue transparent sky.
0 Mother maid , be thou our a id ,
Now in the Open ing year
Lest s ights of earth to sin give b irth ,
And bring the tempter near.
THE MONTH OF MARY.
G reen is the grass,but wai t awh i l e
,
’Twi l l grow,and then wi l l w i the r
The flowrets,brightly as they sm i l e,
Shal l peri sh al toge ther
The merry sun,you sure wou ld say
,
I t n e’er cou ld set i n gloom
But earth ’s best j oys have a l l a n end ,
And s in,a heavy doom .
C/zoru s .
But Mother mai d,thou dost not
With stars above thy brow,
And the pal e moon beneath thy
For ever throned art thou .
285
The green green grass,the gl i ttering grove
,
The heaven ’s maj est i c dome,
They image forth a tenderer bower,
A more refu lgen t home ;
They te l l u s of tha t Parad ise
O f everlast ing rest,
And that h igh Tree,a l l flowers and fru i t
,
The sweetest,yet the best .
THE MONTH OF MARY.
C/zoru r.
0 Mary,pure and beaut i ful
,
Thou art the Queen ofMay
Our garlands wear about thy hai r,
And they wi l l n e’er decay.
288 THE QUEEN OF SEASONS.
Or l ike the r i ch bloom
of some del icate flower
And the Father rej o i ced
i n the work of H is power.
Yet worlds brigh ter sti l l,
and a brighter than those,
And a brighter aga in,
He hadmade, had He chose ;And you never cou ld name
that conceivable best,
To exhaust the resources
the Maker possess’d .
But I know of one work
of H is Infin i te Hand ,
Which Special and s ingular
ever must stand
So perfect,so pure,
and ofgifts such a store,
That even Omn ipotence
ne ’er shalIdo more .
THE QUEEN OF SEASONS.
The freshness o f May ,
and the sweetness ofJ u ne,
And the fi re ofJ u ly
i n i ts pass ionate noon,
Munificent August,
September serene,
Are together n o match
for my glor ious Queen .
0 Mary,a l l months
and a l l d ays are th i ne ‘own,
In thee lasts the i r joyousness,
when they are gone
And we give to thee May,
n ot because i t i s bes t,
But because i t comes fi rs t,
and is p ledge of the rest .
Tbe Oratory .
289
290 VALENT INE TO A L ITTLE GIRL.
CLXI I I .
VALENT INE TO A L ITTLE GIRL .
LITTLE maiden,dost thou p ine
For a fai thfu l Valent ine P
A rt thou scann ing t im id ly
Every face that meets th ine eye 9
A rt thou fancying there may be
Fai rer face than thou dost see
L itt le maiden,scholar m ine,
Wouldst thou have a Valen t i ne P
Go and ask,my l i ttle ch i ld
,
A sk the Mother undefiled
Ask,for she w i l l d raw thee near,
And wi l l wh isper in th i ne ear
VALENTINE TO A LITTLE G I RL.
And beneath the etern a l sky,
And the beatific Sun,
In J erusalem above,
Val ent ine i s every one
Choose from out that company
Whom to serve,and whom
Oratory .
ST. PH IL IP NERI IN H IS MISSION . 293
CLX IV.
ST . PH IL I P NERI IN H IS M I S S I
(A Soar)
I N the far North our lot i s cast,
Where fa i thfu l hearts are few
S t i l l a re we Ph i l ip ’s ch i ld ren dear,
And Peter’s so ld i ers true .
Founder and S i re ! to m ighty Rome,
Beneath S t. Peter ’s shade,
Early thy vow of loya l love
And m in istry was paid .
The so l em n porch,and portal h igh ,
Of Peter was thy home
The world ’s Apost le he,and thou
Apost l e of h i s Rome.
And fi rst i n the O ld catacombs,
I n gal ler ies long and deep
Where martyr Popes had ru led the
And s lept the i r glorious s leep ,
94 ST. PH IL I P NERI IN H IS MISSION .
There d ids t thou pass the n ights i n prayer,
Unti l at l ength there came,
Down on thy breast,new l i t for thee
,
The Pentecostal flame
Then , i n that heart-consum ing love,
Didst walk the c i ty wide,
And l ure the noble and the young
From Babel ’s pomp and pride
And,gatheri ng them with in thy
Unve i l the lustre bright,
And beauty of thy inner sou l,
And gai n them by the s ight.
And thus to Rome,for Peter’s fai th
Far known,thou d idst impart
Thy lessons of the hidden l i fe,
And d isc ipl i ne of heart.
And as the Apostl e,on the h i l l
Fac ing the Imperial Town ,
Fi rs t gazed upon his fai r domain ,
Then on the cross lay down,
296 ST. PH IL IP IN H I MSELF.
CLXV .
ST . PH ILIP IN H IMSELF.
(A S ong .)
THE holy Monks,conceal
’
d from men ,
In m idn ight choi r,or stud ious cel l ,
In su l try fie ld,or win try gl en
,
The Holy Monks,I l ove them wel l.
The Fri ars too,the zealous band
By Domin ic or Fran cis led,
They gathe r,and they take the i r stand
Where foes are fierce,or friends have
And then the unwear ied Company,
Which bears th e Name of Sacred m ight,
The Kn ights ofJ esu s , they defy
The fiend,— ful l eager for the fight .
Yet there i s one I more affect
Than Jesu i t,H e rm it
,Monk, or Friar,
’Tis an O ld man of sweet aspect ,
I love h im more,I more admire .
ST. PH ILIP IN H IMSELF .
I know h im by h is head of snow,
H is ready sm i le,h is keen ful l eye
,
H is words wh ich k i nd le a s they flow,
Save he be rapt i n ecstasy.
He l i fts h i s hands,there i ssues forth
A fragrance v i rg i nal and rare,
And now he ven tures to our North ,
Where hearts are frozen as the a i r.
He comes,by grace of h i s address
,
By the sweet mus i c o f h is face,
And h i s low ton es of tenderness,
To mel t a noble,stubborn race .
0 sai n ted Ph i l ip,Father dear
,
Look on thy l i tt le ones,t hat
Thy love l in ess may copy here ,
And i n the eterna l K ingdom see .
Tbe Oratory .
297
298 ST. PIIILIP IN HIS GOD.
CLXVI .
PH IL IP IN H IS GOD .
PH ILI P,on thee the glowing ray
Of heaven came down upon thy prayer,
To melt thy heart,and burn away
A ll that of earth ly dross was there.
Thy sou l became as pu rest glass,
Through which the Brightness Increate
In u nd imm ’d maj es ty might pass
,
Transparent and i l lumi nate.
And so,on Phi l ip when we gaze
,
We see the image of h is Lord
The Sai n t d isso lves amid the blaze
\Vh ich c irc les round the Living Word .
300 GUARDIAN ANGEL.
CLXVI I .
GUARD IAN ANGEL.
MY oldest friend,mine from the hour
When fi rst I drew my breath
My fai thfu l fr iend,that Shal l be m ine
,
Unfai l i ng,t i l l my death
Thou hast been ever at my s ide ;
My Maker to thy tru st
Cons ign’
d my sou l , what t ime He framed
The i n fan t ch i ld of dust.
No beat ing heart i n holy prayer,
NO fai th,inform
’
d aright,
Gave me to Joseph ’s tu te lage,
Or M i chael ’s conquering m ight.
Nor patron Sai nt,nor Mary ’s love
,
The dearest and the best,
Has known my bei ng, as thou has t known ,
And bles t,as thou hast blest,
GUARDIAN ANGEL.
Thou wast my sponsor at the fon t
And thou,each budd i ng year,
D idst wh isper e lemen ts Oftruth
I nto my ch i l d is h ear.
And when,ere boyhood yet was gone ,
My rebe l sp i ri t fe l l,
Ah thou d ids t see,and shudder too ,
Yet bear each deed of Hel l .
And then i n tu rn,when j udgments came
,
And scared me back agai n,
Thy qu ick soft breath was near to soothe
And hal low every pai n .
Oh who of al l thy to i ls and cares
Can te l l the tal e complete,
To place me under Mary ’ s sm i le,
And Peter ’s roya l feet !
And thou w i l t hang abou t my bed,
When l i fe i s ebb ing low
Of doubt,impatience, and Ofgloom ,
The j ealous s leep less foe.
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GUARDIAN ANGEL.
M i ne, when I stand before the J udge
And mine,i f spared to stay
With i n the golden furnace,t i l l
My s in i s buru ’d away .
And mine , 0 Brother of my soul ,
When my release shal l come ;
Thy gentle arms shal l l i ft me then,
Thy wings shal l waft me home.
304 THE GOLDEN PRISON .
Where hate,nor pride
,nor fear torments
The trans i tory guest,
But i n the wi l l i ng agony
He plunges,and i s blest.
And as the fai n t ing patriarch gain’
d
His needfu l hal t m id-way,
And then refresh ’
d pursued h is path,
Where up the mo unt i t lay,
So pray,that, rescued from the storm
Of heaven ’s eternal i re,
I may l i e down , then ri se agai n,
Safe,and yet saved by fi re .
Tbe Oratory .
IIEATHEN GREECE. 305
CLX IX .
HEATHEN GREECE.
(A Song .)
WHERE are the I slands of the Bles t ?
They stud the n ean Sea
And where the deep E lys ian rest
I t haunts the val e where Peneus s trong
Pou rs h is i n cessant s tream along,
Whi le craggy ridge and mountai n bare
Cut keen ly through the l i qu id a i r,
And i n the i r own pure t i n ts array’d ,
Scorn earth ’ s green robes wh ich change and fade,
And stand i n beau ty u ndecay’
d ,
Guards o f the bol d and free.
For what i s A fric,but the home
Of burn ing Phlegethon P
What the low beach and s i len t gloom ,
306 HEATHEN GREECE .
And ch i l l i ng m ists of that d ul l r iver,
A l ong whose bank the th i n ghosts sh iver,
The th in wan ghosts that once were men,
But Tauris,i s le of moor and fen
,
Or ,d imly traced by seamen’
s ken,
The pale-eliff’ d A lbion.
A MARTYR CONVERT.
No Christ ian home,no pastor’s eye,
No preacher ’s vocal zeal,
Moved Thy dear Martyr to defy
The prison and the wheel.
Forth fromthe heathen ranks she stept,
The forfe i t crown to c laim
Of Chri sti an sou ls who had not kept
Their bi rthright and the i r name.
Grace form’
d her ou t of S i nfu l dust ;
She knel t a sou l d efiled,
She rose i n a l l the fai th,and trust,
And sweetness of a chi ld .
And i n the freshness of that love
She preach’
d,by word and deed ,
The mysteries of the world above,
Her new-found,glorious creed.
And runn ing,i n a l i ttle hour,
Of l i fe the course complete,
She reach ’
d the Throne of end less power,
A nd s i ts at Jesu ’s fee t .
A MARTYR CONVERT .
I-I er sp i ri t there, her body here,
Make one the earth and sky ;
We use her name,we touch her
We know h er God i s n igh.
Prai se to the Fa ther,as i s meet
,
Pra ise to the On ly Son ,
Pra ise to the Holy Parac lete
Whi le end less ages run .
Tbe Orator.
309
3 10 ST. PIIIL IP IN H IS SCHOOL.
CLXXI .
ST . PH ILIP IN HIS SCHOOL.
(A Song .)
TH IS i s the Sai nt of gent leness and k indness ,
Cheerfu l i n penan ce,and i n precep t wi nn ing
Pat ien tly heal ing of thei r pride and bl i ndness ,
Souls that are s inn ing.
Th is i s the Sai n t,who
,when the world a l lu res us ,
Cries her false wares,and Opes her magic coffers,
Points to a better c i ty,and secures us
With r iche r offe rs.
Love is h is bond , he knows no other fetter,
A sks not ou r al l , but takes whate’er we spare
Wi l l i ng to draw us on from good to better,
As we can bear h im .
When he comes near to teach us and to bless us,
Prayer is so swee t,that hours are but a m inute ;
M i rth is so pure,though free ly i t possess us
,
S in i s not i n i t.
ST. PH IL IP IN H IS DI SCIPLES.
CLXXI I .
ST. PH ILIP IN H IS D ISC IPLES .
(A Song .)
I ASK not for fortune,for s i lken attire
,
For servants to throng me,and crowds to admire
I ask not for power,or for name or success,
These do not conten t me,these never can bless.
Let the world flaun t her glories ! each gl i ttering
pri ze,
Though tempting to others,i s nought i n my eyes .
A ch i ld of St. Ph i l ip, my master and gu ide,
I would l ive as he l ived , and would d ie as he d ied .
Why shou ld I be sadden’
d , though fri end less I be ?
For who i n h is youth was so lonely as he P
I f sp i ted and mock’
d,so was he, when he cried
To h i s God on the cross to stand by hi s s ide.
ST. PH IL I P IN H IS DISCIPLES. 3 1 3
I f scan ty my fare,yet how was he fed
O n O l i ves and herbs and a smal l ro l l o f bread .
Are my joi n ts and bones sore wi th aches and wi th
pa ins
Ph i l ip scourged h i s young flesh wi th fine i ron
chains .
A cl oset h i s home,where he
,year after year
,
Bore heat or co ld greater than heat or cold here
A rope stretch ’
d across i t,and o ’er i t be spread
H i s smal l stock of c lothes and the floor was h i s
bed .
One lodging bes ides God ’s templ e he chose,
And he sl ept i n i ts porch h is few hours of repose
Or stud ied by l ight wh ich the al tar-lamp gave,
Or knel t a t the Martyr ’s v i ctor ious grave .
“I ’m ashamed of myse lf,of my tears and my tongue,
SO eas i ly fretted , so often un strung
Mad at trifles , to wh ich a chance moment gives
b i rth,
Complai n ing of heaven,and compla i n i ng of earth .
3 14 ST. PH ILIP IN H IS DISCIPLES.
So now,with h is help
,no cross wi l l I fear
,
But w i l l l i nger resign’
d through my pi lgrimage
here.
A ch i ld ofS t . Phi l ip,my master and gu ide
,
I wi l l l ive as he l ived,and w i l l d i e as he d ied .
3 16 FOR THE DEAD.
Oh , by the i r pat ience of delay,
Their hope amid the i r pain,
Thei r sacred zeal to burn away
Disfigu rement and stain
Oh,by the i r fi re of love
,not less
In keenness than the flame,
Oh,by the ir very help lessness ,
Oh , by Thy own great Name,
Good Jesu,help ! sweet J esu , aid
The souls to Thee most dear,
In pri son for the debt unpai d
Of s i n s committed here.
Oratory .
TO EDWARD CASWALL .
c 1.xx1'
v.
TO EDWARD CASWALL .
(A gr!?for lite new y ear
in retu rn for Iris volume ofP oems.)
ONCE, o’
er a c lear ca lm pool ,
The fu lness o f an over-brimm i ng spring,
I saw the hawthorn and the chestnut fl in g
Thei r wi l l in g arms,of vernal blossoms fu l l
And l ight green leaves : the l i lac too was there,
The prod igal laburnum,dropping gold ,
Whi le the r ich gorse a long the turf crept near,
C lose to the fountai n ’s margin,and made bold
To peep i nto that poo l , so calm and clear
As i f wel l p leased to see the i r image bright
Reflected back upon thei r i n nocent s ight
Each flower and blossom shy
Linger i ng the l ive- long day i n s ti l l del i ght,
Yet w ithout touch of pr ide,to V i ew
,
Yea,wi th a tender
,holy sympathy,
What was i tse l f, yet was another too .
3 1 7
3 18 To EDWARD CASWALL .
So on thy verse,my Brother and my Friend,
-The fresh upwel l i ng of thy tranqu i l sp ir i t,
I see a many angel forms attendAnd grac ious souls elect
,
And thronging sacred shades,that shal l i nheri t
One day the azu re sk ies,
And peacefu l sai nts,i n whi tes t garments deck ’
d
And happy i nfants of the second bi rth
These,and all other plants of parad ise,
Thoughts from above,and vi s ions that are sure,
A nd providences past,and memori es dear,
I n much con tent hang o ’er that m i rror pure,
And recogn ize each other’s faces there,
And see a heaven on earth .
Tbe Oratory . j anuary 1,1858.
3 20 THE Two WORLDS.
noblest to i l s are then the scourge
Whi ch made Thy blood to flow ;
j oys are but the treacherous thorns
Which c ircled round Thy brow .
And thus,when we renounce for Thee
I ts restless aims and fears,
The tender memories of the past,
The hopes of coming years,
Poor i s our sacrifice,whose eyes
Are l ighted from above ;
We O ffer what we cannot keep,
What we have ceased to love.
Tbe Oratory.
ST. MICHAEL. 3 2 1
CLXXVI .
ST MICHAEL .
(A Hymn .)
THOU champ ion h igh
Of Heaven ’s imperia l Br ide,
For ever wa i t ing on her eye,
Before her onward path,an d at her
I n war her guard secure,by n ight her
To thee was given ,
When those fa lse angels rose
Aga inst the Majes ty of H eaven,
To hurl. them down the steep,and on them close
The pris on where they roam i n hopeless u nrepose .
Thee,M i chael
,thee,
When s ight and breath ing fa i l,
The d isembod ied sou l shal l see
The pardon’
d sou l w i th solemn joy sha l l ha i l
W’hen hol i es t r i tes are spen t, and tears no more
ava i l .
3 22'
ST.
' MICHAEL.
And thou , at last,When Time i tsel f must d ie
,
Shal t sound that dread and pierc i ng blas t,
To wake the dead,and rend the vau l ted sky,
And summon a l l to meet the Omn isc ient Judge
h igh.
Tbe Oratory .
3 24 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Pray for me,O my friends ; a vis i tan t
I s knock ing h is d ire summons at my door,
The l ike Ofwhom,to scare me and to daunt,
Has never,never come to me before
’Tis death ,—O loving fri ends, your prayers —’t i s
he !
As though my very be ing had given way,
AS though I was no m o re a substance now,
And cou ld fal l back on nought to be my stay,
(Help, loving Lord ! Thou my sole Refuge,
Thou ,)
And turn no whither,but must needs decay
And drop from out the un iversal frame
Into that Shapeless,scopeless, blank abyss,
That utter nothingness,of wh ich I came
This i s i t that has come to pass in me ;
Oh,horror ! th i s i t is
,my dearest
,th i s
SO pray fo r me , my friends, who have not strength
to pray.
A SSISTANTS.
Kyrie e le i son,Christe e le 1son
,Kyrie eleISon.
Holy Mary,pray for h im .
A ll holy Angels , pray for h im .
Choirs Ofthe righte ous, pray for h im .
THE" DREAM OF GERONTIUS. 3 2
Holy Abraham ,pray for h im .
S t . J ohn Bapti s t , St. Joseph , pray for h im .
S t . Peter, St. Pau l , S t. A ndrew,S t . J ohn ,
All Apostles, all Evangel is ts , pray for h im .
A ll holy D isc ip les of the Lord,pray for h im .
A ll holy Innocents,pray for h im .
A ll holy Martyrs,all h'
o ly Confessors,
A ll holy Herm i ts, al l holy V i rgi n s ,
A ll ye Sa in ts of God,pray for h im .
G ERONTIUS.
Rouse thee,my fai n t i ng sou l, and play the man
And through such wan ing span
Of l i fe and thought as st i l l has to be trod,
Prepare to meet thy God .
And wh i l e the storm of that bewi lderment
I s for a season spen t,
And , ere afresh the ru i n on me fal l,
Use wel l the i n terval .
A SSISTANTS.
Be merc ifu l,be grac ious ; spare h im , Lord .
Be merc i fu l,be graci ou s Lord , del iver h i m .
From the S i n s that are pas t
From Thy frown and Th ine i re
5
T I IE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
From the peri ls of dying ;
From any complying
Wi th s in,or denying
H is God,or relyi ng
On s el f, at the last ;
From the nethermost fire
From a l l that i s evi l
From power of the devi l
Thy servan t de l iver,
For once and for ever.
By Thy birth,and by Thy Cross,
Rescue h im from end less loss
By Thy death and burial,
Save h im from a fina l fal l
By Thy ris ing from the tomb,
By Thy mounti ng up above,
By the Spiri t’s graci ous love,
Save h im i n the day of doom .
GERONTIUS.
Sanctu s forti s, Sanctu s Deus,
De profund is oro te,
M i serere,Judex meus
,
Parce m ih i,Domine .
3 28 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Adorat ion aye be given,
With and through the ange l i c
To the God of earth and heaven,
Father, Son , and Holy Ghost.
Sanctus fort is , Sanctus Deus ,
De profund is oro te,
M i serere,Ju dex meus
,
Mortis i n d iscrim ine.
I can no more for now i t comes agai n ,
That sense of ru in,which i s worse than pai n
That masterfu l negat ion and col lapse
Of al l that makes me man ; as though I bent
Over the d izzy bri nk
Of some sheer i nfin i te descent
Or worse,as though
Down,down fo r ever I was fal l ing through
The sol i d framework of created th ings,
And needs must s ink and si nk
Into the vast abyss. And, c ruel ler st i l l ,
A fierce and rest less fright begins to fi l l
The mans ion of my soul . And,worse and worse,
Some bod i ly form of i l l
Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome curse
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Tain t ing the ha l low ’d a i r,and laughs
,and flaps
I ts h ideous wings,
And makes me wi ld wi th horror and d ismay.
O J esu,help pray for me
,Mary
,pray
Some Angel , Jesu ! such as came to Thee
I n Th ine own agony
Mary, pray for me . J oseph , p ray for me . Mary,
pray for me.
ASSISTANTS.
Rescue h im, 0 Lord , i n th i s h i s ev i l hou r,
AS of old so many by Thy grac i ous power
(Amen)
Enoch and E l ias from the common doom (Amen)
Noe from the waters i n a sav i ng h ome (Amen)
Abraham from th ’ abound ing gu i l t of Heathen esse
(Amen)
J ob from al l h i s m u lt i form an d fe l l d i stress ;
(Amen)
I saac,when h i s father’s kn i fe was ra i sed to s lay ;
(Amen)
Lot from burn i ng Sodom on i ts j udgment-day ;
(Amen)
3 30 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS .
Moses from the land of bondage and despa i r ;
(Amen)
Dan i el from the hungry l ions i n thei r lai r ;
(Amen)
And the Ch i ldren Three amid the furnace-flame
(Amen)
Chaste Susanna from the slander and the shame ;
(Amen)
David from Gol ia and the wrath of Sau l (Amen)
And the two Apost les from the i r prison-thral l
(Amen)
Thecla from her tormen ts (Amen
—so to show Thy power,
Rescue th is Thy servan t i n h is evi l hour.
GERONTIUS.
Noviss ima hora est and I fai n wou ld s leep .
The pain has wearied me . Into Thy hands,
0 Lord , i n to Thy hands
THE PRIEST .
Proficiscere, an ima Christ iana, de hoc mundo
Go forth upon thy journey, Christi an sou l
Go from th is world GO, i n the Name of God
The Omn ipoten t Father, who created thee
3 3 2 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Of freedom ,as I we re at length mysel f
,
And ne ’er had been before . How sti l l i t is !
I hear no more the busy beat of t ime,
NO, nor my fluttering breath
,nor struggl ing pulse
Nor does one moment d i ffer from the next .
I had a dream ; yes —some one softly sai d
He ’s gon e ;’ and then a s igh went round the
room .
And then I surely heard a p ri est ly vo ice
C ry Subvenite and they knel t i n prayer .
I seem to hear h im st i l l bu t th i n and low,
And fai n ter and mo re fai n t the accen ts come,
As at an ever-widen ing i nterval .
Ah 1 whence i s th i s ? What is th i s severance ?
Th is s i lence pours a sol itariness
I nto the ve ry essence of my sou l
And the deep rest , so sooth ing and so sweet,
Hath someth ing too of sternness and of pai n .
For i t d rives back my thoughts upon thei r spri ng
By a strange i ntrovers i on , and perforce
I now begin to feed upon mysel f,
Because I have nought e lse to feed upon .
Am I al ive or dead P I am not dead,
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
But in the body sti l l for I possess
A sort of con fidence wh ich c l i ngs to me,
That each part i cular organ ho ld s i ts p lace
As heretofore, comb i n i ng wi th the res t
I nto one symmetry, that wraps me round ,
3 3 3
And makes me man and s ure ly I cou l d move,
Did I but wi l l i t, every part of me .
And yet I cannot to my sense bri ng home
By very tria l, that I have the power.’Tis strange I cannot st i r a hand or foot
,
I cannot make my fingers or my l ips
By mutual p ress u re w i tness each to each,
Nor by the eyel id'
s i nstan taneous stroke
A ssure mysel f I have a body st i l l.
Nor do I know my very atti tude,
Nor i f I stand,or l i e
,or s i t
,or k nee l .
SO much I know,not know ing how I know
,
That the vas t u n iverse,Where I have dwel t
,
I s qu i tt i ng me,or I am qu i tting i t.
Or I or i t i s rush ing on the W ings
O f l ight or l ightn ing on an onward course,
And we e ’en n ow are m i l l i on m i les apart .
Yet is th i s peremptory severance
3 34 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Wrought out i n lengthen ing measu rements of space,
Which grow and multip ly by speed and time ?
Or am I travers ing infin ity
By endless subd ivis ion,hurry ing back
From fin i te towards i nfini tes imal,
Thu s dyi ng out of the expans ive world
Another marve l some one has me fast
Wi thin h i s ample palm ’ t i s not a grasp
Such as they use on earth,but al l around
Over the surface Ofmy subtl e be ing,
As though I were a sphere,and capable
To be accos ted thus,a u n iform
And gentle pressure tel ls me I am not
Self-moving, but bom’
e forward on my way .
And hark I hear a S i nging ; yet i n sooth
I cannot o f that music rightly say
Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones .
Oh,what a heart-subdu ing melody
ANGEL .
My work i s done,
My task i s o'
er ,
And so I come,
3 36 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
M i l l ions of ages back,have stood around
The throne of God —he never has known s in
But through those cycles all but infin i te,
Has had a strong and pure celest ial l i fe,
And bore to gaze on the unveil’
d face of God ,
And drank from the everlasting Fount of truth,
And served H im wi th a keen ecstat i c love .
Hark he begins again .
ANGEL.
O Lord,how wonderful i n depth and height
,
But most i n man,how wonderfu l Thou art !
With what a love,what soft persuas ive m ight
V i ctorious o ’er the stubborn flesh ly heart,
Thy tal e complete of sai n ts Thou dost provide,
To fi l l the thrones wh ich ange ls l ost through pride !
He lay a grovel l i ng babe upon the ground,
Pol luted i n the blood of h is fi rs t s ire,
With hi s whole essence shatter’d and unsound,
And co il’
d around h is heart a demon d ire,
Which was not of h is nature,but had sk i l l
To bi nd and fo rm hi s op’
ning mind to i l l .
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS . 3 3 7
'
1 hen was I sen t from heaven to set r ight
The balan ce inh i s sou l of truth and s i n ,
And I have waged a long rel en tless fight,
Resolved that death-environ ’
d sp i r i t to Win,
Which from i ts fal len state,when a l l was lost
,
Had been repu rchased at so d read a cost.
Oh, what a sh i fti ng part i-co lou r’
d scen e
Of hope and fear,of tri umph and d ismay
,
Of recklessness and pen i tence,has been
The h is tory of that dreary, l i fe-l ong fray
And oh,the grace to n erve him and to lead ,
How pat i ent,prompt, and lavi sh at hi s n eed
O man,strange compos i te of heaven and earth
Maj esty dwarf’d to baseness fragran t flower
Runn i ng to poisonous seed and seem ing worth
C lok ing corrupt ion !weakness masteri ng power !
Who never art so near to crime and shame,
A swhentho u hast ach ieved some deed Ofname ;
How should ethereal n atu res comprehend
A th ing made up of Sp i r i t and of clay,
Were we not task ’
d to n urse i t and to tend,
Z
3 38 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS .
Link ’d one to one throughout i ts mortal day
More than the Seraph in h is he ight of place,
The Angel-guard ian knows and l oves the ran
som’
d race.
SOUL.
Now know I sure ly that I am at length
Out of the body ; had I part wi th earth,
I neve r cou ld have drunk those accen ts i n ,
And not have wo rsh ipp’
d as a god the voi ce
That was so musical but now I am
So who l e of heart,so calm
,so sel f-possess
’
d ,
With such a fu l l content,and w ith a sense
SO apprehens ive and d iscrim inant,
As no temptat ion can i ntox icate.
Nor have I even te rror at the thought
That I am clasp’
d by such a sai n tl i ness.
ANGEL.
A ll prai se to H im,at whose subl ime decree
The last are fi rst,the fi rst become the las t
By whom the suppl ian t prisoner i s set free,
By whom proud first-borns from - thei r th rones
are cast
340 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Q ui tted i ts mortal case,forthwith i t fe l l
Under the awfu l Presence of i ts God,
There to b e j udged and sen t to i ts own place .
Wh at lets me now from going to my Lord
ANGEL.
Tho u art not let but wi th extremest speed
A rt hurrying to the J ust and Holy Judge
For scarcely art tho u d isembod ied yet.
Divide a momen t,as men measure t ime
,
Into i ts m i ll ion -mi l l ion -mi l l ionth part,
Y e t even less than that the i n terval
S i nce thou d idst leave the body and the priest
Cried Subven ite , and they fe l l to prayer
Nay, scarcely yet have they begun to pray.
For Sp i ri ts and men by d i fferent standards mete
The less and greater i n the flow of t ime.
By sun and moon , primeval ord inances
By s‘
ars which rise and set harmon iously
By the recurring seasons, and the swing,
Tnis way and that, of the suspended rod
Prec ise and punctua l , men d iv ide the ho u rs ,
Equal,cont inuous
,for thei r common use.
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Not so wi th us i n the immater ial world
But i nterval s i n the i r success ion
A re measured by the l iv ing thought a lone,
And grow or wane wi th i ts i n tens i ty.
And t ime i s not a common prope rty
Bu t what i s l ong is short,and swi ft i s s l ow
,
And near i s d i stan t,as rece i ved and graSp
’
d
By th i s m ind and by that, and every one
I s standard of h is own chronology .
And memory lacks i ts natural rest i ng-po i n ts
Of years,and cen tu ri es
,and per iods .
I t i s thy very energy of thought
Wh ich keeps thee from thy God .
SOUL.
Dear Angel , say,
Why have I now no fear a t meet ing H im ?
A lon g my earth ly l i fe, the thought o f death
And j udgmen t was to me most terr ibl e .
I had i t aye before me, and I saw
The Judge severe e ’en i n the C ruc ifix .
Now that the hour i s come,my fear i s fled
.And at th is bal an ce of my dest i ny,
Now c lose upon me. I can forward look
With a seren est joy.
34 I
342 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
ANGEL .
I t i s becaus e
Then thou d idst fear,that now thou dost not fear,
Thou hast forestall’d the agony, and so
For thee the bi tterness of death i s past .
A l so, because al ready i n thy sou l
The judgmen t i s begun . That day of doom ,
One and the same for the col lected world ,
That solemn consummation for all flesh,
I s , in the case of each, ant ic ipate
Upon h is death and,as the las t great day
I n the particular j udgmen t i s rehearsed,
SO now,too
,ere thou comest to the Throne
,
A presage fal l s upon thee,as a ray
Straight from the J udge,express ive of thy lot.
That calm and joy upris ing i n thy soul
I s first-fru it to thee of thy recompense,
And heaven begun .
§ 4
SOUL .
But hark ! upon my
Comes a fierce hubbub,which would make
Cou ld I be frighted .
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Of the h igh thought,
And the glance of fire
Of the great sp i ri ts,
The powers blest,
The lo rds by right,
The primal owners,
Of the proud dwel l in g
And rea lm of l ight,
Dispossess’
d,
A s ide thrus t,
Chu ck’
d down
By the Sheer m ight
Of a despo t ’s wi l l,
Of a tyrant’s frown,
Who after expel l i ng
The i r hosts,gave
,
Triumphant st i l l,
And sti l l unj ust,
Each forfeit crown
To psalm-droners,
And cant ing groaners,
To every s lave,
And pious cheat,
And crawl ing knave,
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS. 345
Who lick’
d the dust
Under h is feet.
ANGEL .
I t i s the restl ess panting'
ofthe i r be i ng
L ike beasts o f prey,who
,caged w i th i n the i r
I n a deep h i deous purr ing have the i r l i fe,
And an i n cessan t paci ng to and fro .
DEMONS.
The m ind bold
And i ndependen t,
The purpose free,
So we are told,
Must not th ink
To have the ascen dan t.
What ’s a sai n t ?
One whose breath
Doth the a i r ta in t
Before h is death
A bund le o f bones,
Which fools adore,
Ha ! ha
When l i fe i s O ’
er
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Which rattle and st ink,
E’
en i n the flesh.
We cry h is pardon
No flesh hath he
Ha ! ha !
For i t hath d ied,
’Tis cruc ified
Day by day,
A fresh,afresh
,
Ha ! ha !
That ho ly c lay,
Ha ha
This gai ns guerdon ,
So priestl ings prate,
Ha ha
Before the J udge,
And p leads and atones
For Spi te and grudge,
And bigo t mood ,
And e nvy and hate ,
And greed of blood .
348 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Or,dyi ng
,when thev swarm
’
d,l ike fl ies
,around
,
Defied them,and departed to h is J udge .
DEMONS.
V irtue and vice,
A knave ’s pretence,
’
Tis all th e same
Ha ! ha ’
Dread of hel l-fire,
Of the venomous flame,
A coward ’s plea .
G ive h im h is price,
Sai n t though he be,
Ha ha
From shrewd good sense
H e’ l l s lave for h i re
Ha ha
And does bu t aspi re
TO the heaven above
With sord id aim ,
And not from love.
Ha ! ha !
SOUL
I see not those fa lse sp i ri ts ; shal l I see
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS. 349
M v dearest Master,when I reach H is Throne ?
Or hear,at l east, H is awfu l j udgmen t-word
With persona l i n tonat ion,as I now
Hear thee,not see thee
,Angel ? H itherto
A ll has been darkness s in ce I l eft the earth
Shal l I remai n thus s ight-bereft a l l through
My penance -t ime ? I f so,how comes i t then
That I have heari ng st i l l,and ta s te
,and touch
,
Yet not a g l immer of that pr i ncely sense
Which bi nds i deas i n one,and makes them l ive ?
ANGEL.
Nor touch , nor taste, nor hear i ng hast thou
now
Thou l ivest i n a world of s igns and types,
The presentat ions Ofmost holy truths,
Living and strong, which now encompass thee .
A d isembod ied sou l , thou hast by r igh t
No converse wi th aught e lse 'bes ide thysel f
Bu t,l est so s tern a so l i tude shou ld l oad
And break thy be i ng, in mercy are vouchsa fed
Some lower measures of percept ion,
Wh i ch seem to thee,as though through chan n e l s
brought,
‘
3 50 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Through ear, or nerves, or palate, which are
gone.
And tho u art wrapp’
d and swathed around in
dreams,
Dreams that are true,yet en igmat ica l
For the belongings of thy presen t state,
Save th rough such'
symbols,come not home to
thee .
And thus thou tell’
st o f space,and t ime, and
s i ze,
Of fragrant,so l id
,bi tter
,musical
,
Of fi re,and Ofrefreshmen t after fi re
As (le t me u se s imi l itude Ofearth ,
To aid thee i n the knowledge thou dost ask)
As i ce which b l i sters may be said to burn .
Nor hast thou now extens i on , wi th i ts parts
Correlat ive,
-long habi t cozens thee,
Nor power to move thysel f,nor l imbs to move .
Hast thou not heard of those,who after loss
Of hand or foot,st i l l cried that they had pai n s
In hand or foot,as though they had i t st i l l ?
5 0 i s i t now wi th thee, who hast not lost
Thy hand or foot,but al l which made up man.
SO wi l l i t be, unti l the joyous day
3 52 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Befo re the d read tribunal,and thy lot
I s cast for ever,shou ld i t be to s i t
On H is right hand among H is pure e lect,
Then sight,or that wh ich to the sou l is s ight
,
A s by a l ightn ing-flash , wi l l come to thee,
And thou shalt see,amid th e dark profound
,
Whom thy sou l loveth , and wou ld fa i n approach ,
One moment but thou knowest not,my chi ld
,
What thou dos t ask that s ight of the Most Fai r
Wi l l gladden thee,but i t wi l l p ierce thee too.
SOUL.
Thou speakest darkly,Angel and an awe
Fal ls on me,and a fear les t I be rash .
ANGEL .
There was a mortal,who i s now above
In the m id glory he,when near to d ie
,
Was given commun ion with the Cruc ified,
Such,that the Master ’s very wounds were s tamp
’
d
Upon his flesh and,from the agony
Which th rill’
d through body and sou l i n that
embrace ,
Learn that the flame of the Everlast ing Love
Doth burn ere i t transform.
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Hark to those sounds
They come Oftender be ings angel i cal,
Least a nd most ch i ld l i ke of the sons o f God.
FIRST CHO I R OF ANGELICALS.
Prai se to the Hol ies t i n the height,
And i n the depth be'
pra i se
In all H is words most wonderfu l
Most su re in all H is ways
To us H is e lder race He gave
To batt le and to win ,
\V ithou t the chast i sement of pai n,
Without the so i l of s i n .
The younger son He w i l l’
d to b e
A marve l i n H i s b i rth
Spi ri t and flesh h is paren ts were ;
H is home was heaven and earth .
The E ternal bless ’d H is ch i ld,and
And sent h im hence afar,
To serve as champion i n the field
Of elementa l war.
3 54 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
To be H is V i ce roy i n the world
Of matter,and Ofsense
Upon the front ier,towards the fee
A resolute defence.
ANGEL.
We now have pass’
d the gate,and are with i n
The House of J udgment ; and whereas on earth
Temples and palaces are form ’
d of parts
Cost ly and rare,but all materia l,
So in the world of sp i r i ts nought i s found,
To mou ld wi thal,and form into a whole
,
But what i s immaterial and thu s
The smal les t port ions of th is ed ifice,
Corn i ce,or frie ze
,or balustrade
,or stai r
,
The very pavement i s made up of l i fe
Of holy,blessed
,and immorta l be ings,
Who hymn their Maker’s prai se cont i nua l ly.
SECOND CHO I R OF ANGELICALS.
Pra ise to the Hol iest i n the height,
And i n the depth be praise
In al l H is words most wonderful
Most su re i n all H is ways !
OJ
U
l
0\
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
A nd qu ieken ’d by the A lm ighty ’s breath,
And chasten’
d by H is rod,
And taught by angel-vis i t i ngs,
At length he sought h is God
And learn’
d to cal l upon H is Name,
And i n H is fai th create
A household and a father-land,
A ci ty and a s tate.
G lory to H im who from the
In pat ie nt length of days,
E laborated i nto l i fe
A people to H is pra ise !
SOUL.
The sound i s l i ke the rush i ngof the wind
The summer wind—among the lofty p ines ;
Swel l ing and dying,echo i ng round about
,
Now here , now d istan t, wi ld and beautiful
\Vhile , scatter’
d from the branches i t has stirr’
d .
Descend ecstat ic odours.
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS .
TH I RD CHO I R OF ANGELICALS.
Prai se to the Hol ies t i n the he ight,
And i n the depth be pra i se
I n all H is words most wonderfu l ;
Most sure i n al l H i s ways !
The Angels,as beseem ingly
To sp i ri t -kind was given,
At once were 'tried and perfected,
And took the i r seats i n heaven .
For them no twi l ight o r ec l ipse
NO growth and no decay’Twas hopeless
,all-ingu lfing n ight,
Or beatific day .
Bu t to the younger race there rose
A hope upon i ts fa l l
And s l owly, surely, graceful ly,
The morn i ng dawu ’d on al l.
And ages, open ing out, d ivide
The preci ous,and the base,
And from the hard and su l l en mass
Matu re the hei rs of grace.
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS .(
n
u
;
CD
O man i albe i t the quicken ing ray,
Lit from h i s second bi rth,
Makes h im at l ength what once he
And heaven grows out of earth
Yet sti l l between that earth and heaven
H is j ourney and h is goal
A double agony awai ts
H is body and his soul .
A double debt he has to pay
The forfe i t of h is s i ns
The ch i l l of death is past,and now
The penance-fire begins .
G lory to H im,who evermore
By truth and j ust ice re igns ;
Who tears the s ou l from out i ts
And burns away i ts stains l
ANGEL.
They s ing Ofthy approach ing agony,
\Vh ich thou so eagerly d idst quest ion of
I t i s the face of the Incarnate God
Shal l sm ite thee with that keen and subtle
360 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
A s never thou d idst feel and w i l t des i re
To s l ink away,and h ide thee from H is s ight
And yet wi l t have a longing aye to dwel l
With i n the beauty OfH is cou ntenance .
And these two pai ns,so counter and so keen
,
The longing for H im,when thou seest H im no t
The shame of sel f at thought of seei ng H im ,
VVill be thy veriest,sharpest purgatory.
SOUL .
My soul is i n my hand I have no fear,
I n H is dear m ight prepared for weal or woe .
But hark a grand,mysterious h armony
I t floods me l ike the deep and solemn sound
O f many waters .
ANGEL .
We have gain’
d the stai rs
Wh ich r ise towards the Presence-chamber ; there
A band of m ighty Angels keep the way
On e i ther s ide,and hymn th e Incarnate God .
ANGELS OF THE SACRED STAIR .
Father, whose goodn ess none can know,but they
Who see Thee face to face,
THE DREAM OFG ERONTIUS. 3OI
By man hath come the i nfin i te d i sp lay
Of thy victorious grace ;
But fal len man— the creatu re Ofa day
Ski l l s not that love to trace.
I t n eeds,to tel l the tri umph Thou hast wrought,
An Angel ’ s deathl ess fire,an Angel ’s reach
thought .
I t needs that very Angel,who with awe
,
Am id the garden shade,
The great C reator i n H is s i ckne ss saw,
Soothed by a creature’ s aid,
And agon ized,as vi ct im of the L aw
Wh ich He H imsel f had made
Fo r who can prai se H im in H is depth and he igh t,
But he who saw H im ree l am id that sol i tary fight P
SOUL .
Hark for the l i n te l s of the presence -gate
A re vibrat ing and echo ing back th e strai n .
FOURTH CHO I R OF ANGELICALS .
Praise to the Hol ies t i n the he ight,
And i n the depth be prai s e
36 2 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
In al l H is words most wonderfu l ;
Most sure in al l H is ways
The foe blasphemed the Holy
As i f He reckon’d i l l
,
I n that H e placed H is puppet man
The fron tier place to fi l l .
For, even i n h i s best estate,
With amples t gifts endued,
A sorry sent i ne l was he,
A being of flesh and blood .
As though a th ing, who for h i s help
Must need s possess a w i fe,
Could cope wi th those proud rebel hosts
Who had angel ic l i fe.
And when,by bland ishment of Eve,
That earth-born Adam fel l,
He sh riek ’d i n triumph , and he cr ied ,
A sorry sent i nel
The Maker by H is word is bound ,
E scape or cure i s none
364 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
And that a h igher gi ft than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God ’s Presence and H is very Self,
And Essence all-d iv i n e.
O generous l ove that He who smote
In man for man the foe,
The double agony in man
For man shou ld undergo
And i n the garden secret ly,
And on the cross on high,
Shou ld teach H is brethren and
To su ffer and to d ie .
§ 6 .
ANGEL .
Thy judgment now i s near, for we are come
Into the ve i led presence of our God .
SOUL.
I hear the voices that I left on earth .
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS. 36 5
A NGEL.
It i s the voi ce of fri ends around thy bed ,
Who say the Su bven ite with the pries t.
H ither the echoes come ; befo re the Throne
Stands the great A ngel of the Agony,
The same who strengthen’
d H im,what t ime He
knel t
Lo ne i n that garden shade,bedew
’
d with blood .
That Angel bes t can plead wi th H im for all
Tormented sou ls,the dying and the dead .
ANGEL OF THE AGONY.
J esu by that shudder i ng dread wh ich fel l on Thee
J esu by that co l d d i smay wh i ch s icken’
d Thee
J es u ! by that pang of hear t wh i c h thrill’d i n Thee ;
J es u ! by that moun t of s i n s Wh i ch cr ipp led Thee
J esu by that sense o f gu i l t wh ich stifled Thee
Jesu by that i n n ocence wh ic h gird led Thee
J esu by that san ct i ty wh ich re ign’
d i n Thee ;
J esu ! by that Godhead wh i ch was one w i th Thee
J esu spare these sou ls which are so dear to Thee
Sou ls, who i n prison , ca lm and pat i en t, wa it for
Thee
3 66 TH E DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Hasten , Lord , thei r hour, and them come to
Thee,
To that glorious Home, where shal l ever gaze
on Thee.
SOUL .
I go before my Judge . Ah
ANGEL.
Praise to H is Name !
The eager sp i ri t has darted from my hold ,
And,wi th the i n temperate energy of love
,
Fl ies to the cl ear feet OfEmmanuel
But,ere i t reach them
,the keen sancti ty
,
Which wi th i ts effl u ence,l i ke a glory, clothes
And c i rc les round the Cru cified , has se i zed ,
And scorch’
d, and shrivell’
d i t ; and now i t l ies
Pass ive and st i l l before the awful Throne .
0 happy, su fl'
ering sou l ! for i t i s safe ,
Consumed, yet qu ieken’d, by the glance of God .
SOUL
Take me away, and in the lowest deep
There le t me be,
3 68 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
SOULS IN Pu RGATORv.
I . Lord , Thou hast been ou r refuge i n every
generat ion
2 . Befo re the h i l ls were born,and the world was
from age to ageThou art God .
3 . Bring us no t,Lord
,very low for Thou hast said
,
Come back agai n, .ye sons of Adam .
4. A thousand years before Th ine eyes are but as
yesterday : and as a watch of the n ight wh i ch
is come and gone .
5 . The grass spri ngs up in the morn ing : at even ing
t ide i t shr ivel s up and d ies .
6 . So we fai l i n Th ine anger : and in Thy wrath are
we troubled .
Thou hast set ou r s i ns in Thy s ight : and our
round of days i n the l ight OfThy countenance .
8 . Come back, O Lord how long : and be en treated
for Thy servants .
In Thy mo rn ing we shal l be fil led with Thy
mercy we shal l rej o ice and be i n pleasure a l l
ou r days .
THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS. 369
10. We shal l be glad accord ing to the days Ofou r
hum i l iat ion and the years i n wh ich we have
seen evi l .
I I . Look,O Lord
,upon Thy servan ts and on Thy
work : and d i rect the i r ch i ldren .
1 2 . And l e t th e beauty Of the Lord ou r God be
upon us and the work Ofo u r hands,es tabl i s h
Thou i t .
Glory be to the Father,and to the Son and to the
Holy Ghost .
A s i t was i n the begin n ing, i s n ow,and ever shal l
be world wi thou t end . Amen .
ANGEL.
Softly and gent ly,dearly-ransom ’
d sou l ,
I n my mos t lovi ng arms I n ow enfold thee,
And,o ’er the pena l waters
,as they rol l
,
I po ise thee,and I lower thee
,and ho ld thee .
And carefu l ly I d ip thee i n the lake,
And thou,without a sob or a res i stan ce
,
Dost th rough the flood thy rap id passage take,
S ink in g deep,deeper
,i n to the d im d i stan ce .
D b
3 70 THE DREAM OF GERONTIUS.
Angels, to whom the wi l l i ng task i s given ,
Shal l tend,and nurse
,and l u l l thee, as thou
l iest
And masses on the earth,and prayers i n heaven ,
Shal l aid thee at the Throne of the Most
H ighest.
Farewel l,but not for ever brother dear
,
Be brave and pat ien t on thy bed of sorrow ;
Swi ftly sha l l pass thy n ight Oftr ial here,
And I wi l l come and wake thee on the morrow.
TIze Oratory . j a/zuary , I865 .
AD VESPERAS.
Nam luc ido tandem globo,
Festis d iebu s i n su is,
Clientis i n s inum memor
Illabitu r Paraclitu s .
E t tecta dum mortalia
V ehemens sub i t Divinitas,
Confringit ardescens latus ,
E t cord ium compaginem .
E x inde, tanto deb i le
Jam corp u s impar muneri,
E t martyr et miracu lum
Amoris elangu et rogo.
ZEterna laus et glor ia
Patri s i t atque Fi l io,
Et igneis Paracl i t i
Virtu tibu s per sze cu la. Amen.
AD LAUDES.
AD LAUDES .
POMPA relictasze cu li,
Ph i l ippus an tra martyrum
Noctu celebrat et d i e,
Pro Chri sto anhelans emori
Frustra cruentans ungu la
Claviqu e non manen t t ib i,
Sed martyri genus novum
Nova emeretu r char i tas .
En ipse tortoris vices
A lmiIs sub i t Paraclitu s,
E t gestientis victimaa
Transverberat prze cord ia.
O cor beatum vu lnere,
Plagaaestuans septemplici,
Te du l ci s H ospes occupat
Mirisqu e rimatu r modi s .
3 7 3
3 74 AD LAUDES.
O cor, Joann is aemule
J esu sacrum cor e x primens
Te Concremator Spi ri tu s
Nobis i n exemplum ed id it.
Te deprecamu r suppl ices,
Proles et haeredes tu i,
Nos in figu ram da patris
Amoris esse martyres .
fEterna laus et glori a
Patri s i t atque Fi lio,
Et igneis Paracl i t i
V irtutibu s per sae cu la . Amen .
376 PROLOGUS IN PHORMIONEM.
Tenellas an imas,corda palp itantia,
Partes viro rum au sos pu erorum viribu s,
Qu i prim i h lc i n tra Catho licorum l im ites
Inducere aggred iu ntu r veterum fabulas.
H is vos favete , haud sord ida affectantibu s.
S iqu id prze clare fi t,vos manibu s plaud i te,
S i clau d icat qu id,ades to vostra human i tas .
Sat is jam prologi : Davu s h u e nunc prodeat,
E t r i te praebeat aurem ,dum loqu i tur Geta.
V iz. 1 864.
The Orafwy .
TRANSLAT ION . 3 77
TRANSLAT ION OF THE ABOVE .
WHAT Att i c Terence wrote OfO ld for Rome,
We in our no rthern accents l i sp to-n ight
What heathen Terence spoke to heathen ears,
We speak wi th Chri st ian tongues to Chri st ian
men
Doing the wh i l e th i s servi ce to the Bard,
That the rare beau ty of h i s cl ass i c wi t
We by our prun ing make more beaut i fu l.
O happy art,wh ich Terence never knew
,
But they have learned , who a i m i n every th ing
To choose the good,and pass the evi l by
These,as they pace the tangled path Of l i fe
,
Cleanse from th is earth i ts earth ly dross away,
And c lothe i t w i th a pure supernal l ight .
Neighbours and fr i ends,what I have more to
say,
I t i s n ot much,—concerns ou r actors here
,
3 7 8 TRANSLATION .
Fresh tender sou ls,and palpi tat i ng hearts,
Boys,who
,tho ’ boys
,essay the parts of men ,
And are the fi rst with i n th is Cathol i c fold
To represent a class ic comedy.
Be kind,— they strive with no inglorious a im ;
Where they do wel l,applaud and
,i f i n aught
They shal l come short,b : mi ld and merc ifu l .
Prologue enough let Davu s en ter now,
And lend h is ear,whi le Geta te l l s h is tal e .
T113 Ora/ory.
3 80 PROLOGUS IN PINCERNAM.
Cupientis nim ium, virginem , amissam d iu,
ZEgre repertam ,fratri salvam tradere .
Quod s i spem Tha'
fd is au dax resecat Chaerea,
Modo ambiend i sponsam non sat i s A tt ico,
At Sparta tal es genu it virginum procos,
Et vi Sabinas petiit Roma conjuges .
Bon i itaqu e s itis, qu otqu ot convenistis hue,
Nec compos itoris menda jam moremini,
I n reficiend is part i bus hu ju s fabu lae,
Modo,ad act ionem tandem cum proceditu r,
Partes hod ie illze su stineantu r sedu lo.
Tbe Oratory .
PROLOGUS IN ANDRIAM.
PROLOGUS IN ANDR IAM.
NON actu osam, Spectatores , fabu lam,
Non gestis, non personis, non vi com ica
I l lus trem , hac nocte vob i s e x h ibebimu s
Q ualem i n P incerna, qu alem i n Au lu laria,
E t qualem i n Phormione ded imus antehac.
Fatemu r u ltro at And riae manet tamen
Laus s ingu laris , e t bonos revera suus.
Namqu e i n sermone castus et s implex nitor,
Bene cogi tata bon is expressa vo cibu s,
Modus i n lu dendo,mores d epicti probe,
Col loqu ia conc i n na,aptae dramat is v i ces,
H ze c s i scriptu ram fac iu nt melio ris notx ,
Haec s i s ib i nostra j ure vind icat suo,
Tum Plautus nec Terentiu s ip se trad idit
Pra stantio rem fabu lam u llam hac Andria .
3 82 PROLOGUS IN ANDRIAM.
Non de poeta, Spectatores Optimi,
Non , sed de nobis ipsis h ic timend um erit ;
Ne nos , qu i fu im u s acriores fabulas
Jam fauste aggress i, nequ eamu s persequ i
Cum laude venam hanc doctio ris ingent.
V O S ideo,amic i
,nunc scenam ingred ientibus
Conced ite , u t so letis, sed mage quam prius,
Namqu e Opus impense est, vestram benevo lentiam .
Tlze Ora/or}.
3 84 INDEX .
Did we bu t see
Do not their sou ls , wh o ’neath the Altar wait
Each trial has its we ight wh ich , whoso bears
E re yet I left home’s you th fu l shrine
Faint not, and fret not, for threaten’d woe
Fair Cou sin , thy pageFather OfL igh ts , by whom each day
Father ofmerc ie s infiniteFramer ofthe earth and sky
France I wil l th ink ofthee as what thou wast
G ive any boon for peaceG lory ofthe eternal H eavenGreen are th e leaves, and sweet theflowers
Hark,a joyfu l vo ice is th ril ling
‘
Haunting gloom and fl itting shad esH e lp, Lord , the sou ls wh ich Thou hast madeH id are the saints ofGod
H ow can I keep my Christmas feastH ow d id st th ou start, Thou H o ly Baptist, b idHow shal l a ch i ld ofGod fu lfi l
am a harp ofmany chord s , and each
am rooted in the wal l
ask no t fo r fo rtune, for s ilken attire
bear u pon my brow the signbow at Jesu '
s name
d ream’d that, with a passionate complaint
have been honou r’d and obey'd
I rise and raise my clasped hand s to TheeI sat beneath an Ol ive’s branch es greyI saw thee once , and nough t d iscern’d
Ife’er I fal l beneath Thy rod
In ch ildhood, when with eager eyesIn serv ice O ’er th e M ystic Feast I standIn the far N orth ou r lot is cast
Jesu ,.
Maria—I am near to death
Lad ies , wel l I deem d e l ightLatest born OfJ esse 5 raceLead , K ind ly Ligh t, am id the encircl ing gloomLet h eathens s ing thy h eathen praiseLet the sun summon all h is beams to hold
Let u s arise,and watch by n ight
L igh t of th e anx iou s h eartLittle maiden
,dost thou p ine
Lord , in th is du st Thy sovere ign vo iceLord ofu nbounded space
Man goeth forth ” w ith reck less tru stMan is perm itted mu ch .
Many the gu ileless years the Patriarch spentMay the dread Three in One , who swaysM id Balak’s magic fires .
M ortal i f e ’er thy spirits faintM oses
,the patriot fierce, became
My Father’s hope my Ch ildhood ’
s dream
My home is now a thou sand m iles awayM y o ldest friend , m ine from the hou r
M y sm ile is bright, my glance is free
Now is the Au tumn ofthe Tree ofLifeNow that the dayl ight d ies awayNow that the day-star glimmers bright
O aged Saint ! far 06 1 h eard0 comrade bold ofto il and pain0 Father, l ist a s inner’s cal l0 God from God , and L igh t from L igh t0 God
,ofThy sold iers
O God, unchangeab le and tru e0 God , who canst not change nor failO God , who hast given0 h eart offire m isj udged by wi lfu l man0 H o l iest Tru th ! how have I l ied to TheeO Ho ly Lord , who wi th the Ch i ldren ThreeO Lord and Christ0 Lord when sin
’
s close-marshall’d l ine0 Lord , who, thron
’d in the hol y he igh tOh m iserab le powerp iteou s race
0 prophet, tel l me not ofpeace
0 pu rest Symbol ofthe Eternal Son0 rail not at our k indred in the North0 , say not thou art left ofGod
0 that Thou wou ldest rend the breadth ofsky
0 that thy creed were sound
0 Thou , ofshepherd s Prince and Head0 ye who seek the LordOfthe Father Effluence brightO nce , as I brooded o
’er my gu ilty state
Once cast with men oflanguage strangeOnce , o
’er a clear, calm pool .
One only,ofGod ’s messengers to man
3 88 INDEx .
Th is is the Saint ofgentleness and kindnessThou champ ion h ighThou to wax fierceThrice bless’d are they, who fee l the ir lonel inessThy words are good , and freely givenT ime was, I sh rank from what was rightTis long
,dear Ann ie
,s ince we m et
To-day the Blessed Three in OneTwo brothers freel y cast the ir lotTyre ofthe We st, and glory ing in the name
Unveil, O Lord , and on u s sh ine
Unwearied God , before whose face
We are not ch i ldren ofa gu ilty s ireWeep not for meWeep not for me, wh en I am goneWhat time my heart un folded its fresh leavesWhen first earth ’s ru lers welcomed homeWhen first God stirr’d me
,and the Church
’s word
When Heaven sends sorrowWhen I am sad , I sayWhen I look back u pon my former race
When I sink down in gloom or fear
When I wou ld search the tru ths that in me burn
When m irth is fu l l and freeWhen royal Tru th , re leased from mortal throes
Whence is th is awe, by stil lness spread
Whene ’er across this sinfu l flesh ofmine
Whene’er g oes forth Thy d read command
Where are the I s lands Ofthe B lest ?Where’er I roam in this fair Engl ish landWhile Moses on the mountain lay
INDEX .
Who madest all and dost contro l
Whom all ObeyWhy, dear Cou s in,
wh y .
Why lo iterest w ithin S imon’
s wal ls\Vhy, wedded to the Lord , sti ll yearn s my heartWoe
’
s me 1”the peacefu l prophet cried
Ye cannot halve the Gospe l ofGod ’s grace
APPENDIX 1.
Frequ entat antra rupium
Pomparelictasaaculi
APPENDIX II.
Non actuosam , Spectatores , fabu lam
Q uod Atticissans edidit Terentiu s
S i qu is m iretur speciem habere hanc fabu lam
W’
hat Attic Terence wrote ofold for R ome
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