OUR STATE. Then, o'er Earth's war-field, till the strife shall cease, Like Morven's harpers, sing your song of peace; As in old fable rang the Thracian's lyre, Midst howl of fiends and roar of penal fire, Till the fierce din to pleasing murmurs fell, And love subdued the maddened heart of hell. Lend, once again, that holy song a tongue, Which the glad angels of the Advent sung, Their cradle-anthem for the Saviour's birth, Glory to God, and peace unto the earth! Through the mad discord send that calming word Which wind and wave on wild Genesareth heard, Lift in Christ's name his Cross against the Sword! Not vain the vision which the prophets 103 O, sweet, fond dream of human Love! For thee I may not pray. But, bowed in lowliness of mind, O Father, to thine own! To-day, beneath thy chastening eye A marvel seems the Universe, A miracle our Life and Death; A mystery which I cannot pierce, Around, above, beneath. In vain I task my aching brain, In vain the sage's thought I scan I only feel how weak and vain, How poor and blind, is man. And now my spirit sighs for home, And longs for light whereby to see, And, like a weary child, would come, O Father, unto thee! Though oft, like letters traced on sand, OUR STATE. THE South-land boasts its teeming cane, Rough, bleak, and hard, our little State From Autumn frost to April rain, Its play of smiles, the magic of a glance, Forevermore repeat, In varied tones and sweet, That beauty, in and of itself, is good. O kind and generous friend, o'er whom The sunset hues of Time are cast, 185 For not alone in tones of awe and power He speaks to man; The cloudy horror of the thundershower His rainbows span ; And where the caravan Winds o'er the desert, leaving, as in air The crane-flock leaves, no trace of passage there, He gives the weary eye The palm-leaf shadow for the hot noon hours, And on its branches dry Calls out the acacia's flowers; Beneath the mountain roots, So, where, the winds and waves The coral-branchéd gardens grow, Like foliage, on each stony bough, Thus evermore, On sky, and wave, and shore, An all-pervading beauty seems to |