"The loving eye that watches thine 66 "Close as the air that wraps thee round— "Since never of thy sin it found? "And wherefore should the heathen see q "What chains of darkness thee enslave, "And mocking say, Lo, this is he "Who own'd a God that could not save ?" Thus oft the mourner's wayward heart Too feeble for Confession's smart, Too proud to bear a pitying eye; Our sighs, and gently whisper all! Else let us keep our fast within, Till Heaven and we are quite alone, Then let the grief, the shame, the sin, Before the mercy-seat be thrown. 1 Wherefore should they say among the people, Where is their God? Joel ii. 17. Between the porch and altar weep, Yet hoping near the shrine to keep Nor fear lest sympathy should fail— Hast thou not seen, in night-hours drear, When racking thoughts the heart assail, The glimmering stars by turns appear, And from th' eternal home above With silent news of mercy steal? So Angels pause on tasks of love, To look where sorrowing sinners kneel. Or if no Angel pass that way, He who in secret sees, perchance May bid his own heart-warming ray Toward thee stream with kindlier glance, As when upon His drooping head His Father's light was pour'd from Heaven, What time, unshelter'd and unfed', Far in the wild His steps were driven. r St. Matt. iv. 1. High thoughts were with Him in that hour, And who can stay the soaring power Of spirits wean'd from worldly mirth, While far beyond the sound of praise With upward eye they float serene, And learn to bear their Saviour's blaze FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. Haste thee, escape thither, for I cannot do any thing till thou be come thither therefore the name of the city was called Zoar. Genesis xix. 22. "ANGEL of wrath! why linger in mid air, "While the devoted city's cry "Louder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, 66 Thy full-charg'd vial standing by ?” Thus, with stern voice, unsparing Justice pleads: He hears her not-with soften'd gaze Guided by her, along the mountain road, Far through the twilight of the morn, With hurrying footsteps from th' accurs'd abode He sees the holy household borne : Angels, or more, on either hand are nigh, To speed them o'er the tempting plain, Lingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye Seeking how near they may unharm'd remain. "Ah wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair? “And why, through every woodland arch, "Swells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare, "Where Jordan winds his stately march; "If all must be forsaken, ruin'd all, 66 66 "If God have planted but to burn ?— Surely not yet th' avenging shower will fall, Though to my home for one last look I turn." Thus while they waver, surely long ago They had provoked the withering blast, But that the merciful Avengers know Their frailty well, and hold them fast. "Haste, for thy life escape, nor look behind”Ever in thrilling sounds like these They check the wandering eye, severely kind, And when, o'erwearied with the steep ascent, One little spot of ground in mercy lent, Oft in his pity o'er his children weak, His hand withdraws the penal fire, And where we fondly cling, forbears to wreak Thus, by the merits of one righteous man, Though in the Church thou know thy place, The mountain farther lies-there seek thy goal, There breathe at large, o'erpast thy dangerous race. Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look When hearts are of each other sure; Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook, The haunt of all affections pure; |