And the nightingale shall cease to chant the evening long. The kine of the pasture shall feel the dart that kills, And all the fair white flocks shall perish from the hills. The goat and antlered stag, the wolf and the fox, The wild boar of the wood, and the chamois of the rocks, And the strong and fearless bear, in the trodden dust shall lie ; And the dolphin of the sea, and the mighty whale, shall die. And realms shall be dissolved, and empires be no more, And they shall bow to death, who ruled from shore to shore ; And the great globe itself, so the holy writings tell, With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell, Shall melt with fervent heat, - they shall all pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. From the Provençal of BERNARD RASCAS. Translation of WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. THE MASTER'S TOUCH. IN the still air the music lies unheard; The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. Great Master, touch us with thy skilful hand; DIFFERENT MINDS. SOME murmur when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue; And some with thankful love are filled If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy, gild The darkness of their night. In palaces are hearts that ask, In discontent and pride, And all good things denied ; RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. CANA. DEAR Friend! whose presence in the house, Come, visit us! and when dull work Life's water turned to wine. Gay mirth shall deepen into joy, Earth's hopes grow half divine, When Jesus visits us, to make Life's water glow as wine. The social talk, the evening fire, The homely household shrine, Grow bright with angel visits, when The Lord pours out the wine. For when self-seeking turns to love, JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE O World, thou choosest not the better part! And on the inward vision close the eyes, GEORGE SANTAYANA. PRESENTIMENT is that long shadow on the lawn. The notice to the startled grass I NEVER saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spake with God, Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given. EMILY DICKINSON. Again the gaunt Paulinus To ruddy Edwin spake : "God offers life immortal For his dear Son's own sake! Wilt thou not hear his message, Who bears the keys and sword?” But Edwin looked and pondered, And answered not a word. Rose then a sage old warrior Was fivescore winters old; Whose beard from chin to girdle Like one long snow-wreath rolled :"At Yule-time in our chamber We sit in warmth and light, While cold and howling round us Lies the black land of Night. "Athwart the room a sparrow "But if this pale Paulinus Have somewhat more to tell; Some news of Whence and Whither, The sun of hope may shine; - So spake the wise old warrior; - ANONYMOUS. Yet hindrances strew all the way; I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. "T is mercy all that thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in thee. Yet while I seek but find thee not No peace my wand'ring soul shall see. Oh! when shall all my wand'rings end, And all my steps to-thee-ward tend? Is there a thing beneath the sun That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there. Then shall my heart from earth be free, When it has found repose in thee. Oh! hide this self from me, that I Nor let one darling lust survive. O Love, thy sovereign aid impart, Ah! no; ne'er will I backward turn: Earth's toys, for thee his constant flame. Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits thy call. Speak to my inmost soul, and say, "I am thy Love, thy God, thy All." To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love is all my choice. JOHN WESLEY. THE LOVE OF GOD SUPREME. THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Thy secret voice invites me still The sweetness of thy yoke to prove, And fain I would; but though my will Be fixed, yet wide my passions rove. THE RIGHT MUST WIN. O, IT is hard to work for God, To rise and take his part Upon this battle-field of earth, And not sometimes lose heart! He hides himself so wondrously, As though there were no God; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad. |