What seemed an idol hymn now breathes of Thee, There's not a strain to Memory dear, Nor flower in classic grove; There's not a sweet note warbled here, O Lord, our Lord, and spoiler of our foes, There is no light but Thine; with Thee all beauty glows. That thou might'st take thy stand, Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze, Thy tranced yet open gaze Fixed on the desert haze, As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees. In outline dim and vast Their fearful shadows cast The giant forms of empires on their way To ruin one by one They tower, and they are gone, Yet in the Prophet's soul the dreams of avarice stay. No sun or star so bright, In all the world of light, That they should draw to heaven his downward eye: He sees the angel's sword, Yet low upon the earth his heart and treasures lie. Lo! from yon argent field, To him and us revealed, One gentle star glides down, on earth to dwell: Chained as they are below, Our eyes may see it glow, And as it mounts again, may track its brightness well. To him it glared afar, A token of wild war, The banner of his Lord's victorious wrath: But close to us it gleams, Its soothing luster streams Around our home's green walls, and on our church-way path. We in the tents abide Which he at distance eyed, Like distant cedars by the waters spread; While seven red altar-fires Rose up in wavy spires, Where on the mount he watched his sorceries dark and dread. He watched till morning's ray On lake and meadow lay, And willow-shaded streams, that silent sweep Around the bannered lines, Where by their several signs The desert-wearied tribes in sight of Canaan sleep. He watched till knowledge came Upon his soul like flame, Not of those magic fires at random caught: But true Prophetic light Flashed o'er him, high and bright, Flashed once, and died away, and left his darkened thought. And can he choose but fear, That when he fain would curse, his powerless tongue In blessing only moves? Alas! the world he loves Too close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung. Scepter and Star divine, Who in Thine inmost shrine Hast made us worshipers, O claim Thine own; More than thy seers we know: O teach our love to grow Up to Thy heavenly light, and reap what Thou hast sown. EVENING HYMN. (From "The Christian Year.") When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, If some poor wandering child of thine Watch by the sick; enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, We lose ourselves in heaven above. FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. LESSONS Sweet of spring returning, Instinct pure, or heaven-taught art? Ranging wild o'er hill and lea. Soft as Memnon's harp at morning Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in every nook, Every wave in every brook, Chanting with a solemn voice, Minds us of our better choice. Needs no show of mountain hoary, Teaches truth to wandering men: See the soft green willow springing O'er the moss and reedy grass. Though the rudest hand assail her, But when showers and breezes hail her, Where the thickest boughs are twining Hardly will they fleet aloof; So they live in modest ways, CHRIST IN THE GARDEN. (From "The Christian Year.") O LORD my God, do thou thy holy will- I will not stir, lest I forsake thine arm, Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, Wild Fancy, peace! thou must not me beguile With thy false smile; I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways; Blind guide with siren voice, and blinding all Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find Think who did once from heaven to hell descend, So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call, "O Father! not my will, but thine, be done," So spake the Son. Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise That we may cling forever to Thy breast THE WATERFALL. (From "Lyra Innocentium.") MARK how a thousand streams in one One in a thousand, on they fare Now flashing in the sun, Now still as beast in lair. Now round the rock, now mounting o'er To swell as we survey. They rush and roar, they whirl and leap, All marred and broken seem, Yet in dim caves they softly blend One their unfailing Guide. |