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So too may soothing Hope thy leave enjoy
Some constant mind may draw us still the same.
We in dark dreams are tossing to and fro,
Pine with regret, or sicken with despair,
The while she bathes us in her own chaste glow,
O bliss of child-like innocence, and love
Tried to old age! creative power to win,
Bright are their dreams, because their thoughts are clear,
Their memory cheering: but th' earth-stained
Whose wakeful musings are of guilt and fear,
Must hover nearer earth, and less in light.
Farewell, for her, th' ideal scenes so fair
Yet not farewell her hope, since Thou hast deign'd,
Creator of all hearts! to own and share
The woe of what Thou mad'st, and we have stain'd.
Thou know'st our bitterness-our joys are thine —
Stands in full sunshine of thy piercing eye,
b Psalm xxxi. 8. Thou hast known my soul in adversities.
TWENTY-FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousProverbs xvi. 31.
THE bright hair'd morn is glowing
O'er emerald meadows gay,
With many a clear gem strowing
And see what joyous greeting
The sun through heaven has shed,
For lo! above the western haze
Pride of the dewy morning!
Even so, in hope and trembling
His little lambs assembling,
With glance both kind and true; 'Tis not the eye of keenest blaze, Nor the quick-swelling breast,
That soonest thrills at touch of praiseThese do not please him best.
But voices low and gentle,
And timid glances shy,
That seem for aid parental
Still pressing, longing to be right,
In these the Pastor dares delight,
These in Life's distant even
As in th' autumnal heaven
Mild rainbow tints at night, When the last shower is stealing down,
And ere they sink to rest,
The sun-beams weave a parting crown
For some sweet woodland nest.
The promise of the morrow
Is glorious on that eve,
Dear as the holy sorrow
When good men cease to live. When brightening ere it die away Mounts up their altar flame, Still tending with intenser ray
To Heaven whence first it came.